She sat by the front door of the bus. And for the first time it happened like this. I entered the salon, paid the driver, turned and: froze, as if thundered by thunder. She was so beautiful that my head was spinning.
And now, when we see each other, she smiles at me in greeting, and then I sit behind her. I really want to sit beside her, feel her soft hair rub against my elbow, have a nice conversation with her about nothing and sneak in on gorgeous legs. But the bus is always almost empty, and for my part it would be the height of impudence to sit right next to it. Especially after my very eloquent views.
She was tall with luxurious brown hair. European facial features: high cheekbones, full lips, mesmerizing blue eyes. She was dressed rather conservatively, but even her business suit looked pretty damn sexy on her; always high-heeled shoes, pearl earrings and necklace. Every time, walking past her, I felt the delicate scent of her perfume. In a word, for me it was always a mystery how this woman, perfect in all respects, got into the most ordinary bus.
Somehow waiting for the bus, I was thinking about her. Although, frankly, the day did not pass, so I did not remember my beautiful stranger. We always exchanged views, as if to say: "Hello, glad (glad) to see you again." Only glances, not a single word was uttered by us. I wanted to say “hello” to her, get to know her, and only then take an empty chair next to her. But I always remembered that I was married and had no right to any nonsense. For me it was just an easy, non-binding flirt. I love my wife too much and do not want to cheat on her. However, in my dreams I was attached with this magnificent woman to the most unbridled sex. Only in dreams. This, at least, was absolutely safe for everyone - me, her, my family hearth.
When the bus arrived, I went inside, handed the money to the driver, turned to her and stopped, struck by her beauty: everything was as usual. She was wearing a white suit, a white silk blouse, pearl earrings and a necklace. I looked into her eyes, smiled and said, “Hi.” I tried to portray such a high-society negligence. But what the hell, how canny my “hi” sounded! Like I couldn't say anything else? I wanted the best, but it turned out worse than usual! She smiled back and slightly raised her left eyebrow and replied: "Hi." “So I met,” I laughed and sat right behind her, with the endowment, saying that my attempt to move from views to words did not completely fail. In fact, I thought it would be much worse.
On the way to work, I always read the newspaper, but the delicate, but strong smell of her perfume stupefied me, and all the letters merged into some kind of black blot. Raising my eyes, I saw a part of her beautiful profile and hair scattered on the back of the chair. When they announced her stop, she got up and once again gave me her beautiful smile, said: "See you tomorrow." I, frankly, blurred over the seat. "Look, do not process!" - I wished her to go. And only then I realized that I had blinded another stupidity. I was definitely lucky this morning. But she just smiled again and got off the bus. Wow, I did it! This can be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Until the end of the working week, I continued to strengthen our acquaintance. We smiled at each other and started talking about all sorts of nonsense. The conversation did not make sense, but her voice was sweeter for me than any music. I relished her every word.
The whole weekend could not think about anything, only about her. I imagined walking down the street, hugging her around the waist. The wind slightly stirs her hair, and every man on the street would give everything for the opportunity to find himself in my place.
On Monday, I, as usual, climbed into the passenger compartment of the bus, turned, but it would not be there. “No, she couldn't just disappear like that!” I screamed in my mind. She must have just been late for the bus. But then I saw the subject of my dreams. She sat at the very end of the cabin. Seeing me standing in the aisle, the woman smiled. My structure fell sharply - our morning ritual was broken. I am sure that she easily read it in my eyes. With the same look - a mixture of curiosity and disappointment - I headed for her. When I caught up with her seat, the woman removed her purse from the next chair, inviting me to sit down.
I immediately took advantage of such a kind invitation and immediately asked:
“Why didn't you sit down today as usual?”
For the first time since the first meeting, we sat next to each other. I did not believe in my happiness.
“Do you understand, this is the most suitable place for bad girls,” she grinned and winked at me.
She looked so sexy that my boyfriend immediately made herself known.
“And what did you do so bad?”
“Not yet,” she made sad eyes. - Just going.
- And what exactly: - I began, but she, having smiled, began to stroke me between legs. - Ooooh, like:
The woman immediately pressed her other hand to my lips. I did not know how to react to it. For many years now, I have not dealt with women: except, of course, my wife. But the wife has been investigated far and wide, so it can be not considered.
But now everything was completely different. The mysterious stranger — I didn’t even know her name — caresses me in plain sight. I think no man would object to such marks of attention from a beautiful woman. However, I sat on pins and needles - it is terrible to think that other passengers can see what we are doing. I absolutely did not want to be caught, as they say, at the scene of the crime. I made a weak attempt to stop her - the attempt failed.
Everything was so unexpected. I knew nothing about her. Yes, I wanted her, but this is only fantasy. Fantasy fantasy, but now everything was for real. As if two worlds united into one - the world of my dreams and the real world. And here on the bus, on the way to work, what I had dreamed of for so long is coming true. Naturally, I could not stop her. Unable man to prevent this.
She leaned over and kissed my neck, and then tightly squeezed my dick through the pants. I jerked as if from an electric shock. Her hair lay on my shoulders, they smelled delicious. Suddenly, I felt terribly awkward, and I tried to get as deep as possible into my chair.
“It’s good with you,” she murmured softly in my ear, stroking her tongue.
Pulling out a member of the pants, suddenly became too close, she began to tickle him with her long nails. Every nerve in my body was stretched like a steel string, and my brains almost overheated from tension. The woman I want to death, the living embodiment of my teenage dreams, is sitting here on the bus next to me. This can not be the case itself. I wanted this woman, I wanted to have sex with her. But on the bus, no, it was beyond my power!
She removed her finger from my lips and kissed me tightly. Then she leaned over and closed her lips on my prick. I immediately looked into the passage, did anyone pay attention to us. No one. And at this moment a member to the very foundation immersed in her hot mouth! Ooh yeah! After the honeymoon, my wife never gave me a blowjob, and now the stranger embodies my wildest erotic desires.
I stroked her hair, soft strands slipped through my fingers. Her head rhythmically moved up and down, and what she did with her tongue, it is impossible to convey in words.
- Oh yes, honey, yes. Put it in my mouth. Give me your milk, ”she moaned, stopping for a moment.
I was more than ready to satisfy this passionate request, because my cannon could shoot at any moment. When the bus stopped, and a group of Pass Fats entered it, everything was already boiling in my eggs. Here a few people went, it seemed to me, straight to us. I finished! And I almost went crazy, I have not experienced such a strong orgasm for a hundred years. A powerful jet of sperm splashed into her mouth, and the passengers came closer and closer. Damn, they are now catching us, and she continues to give me away! Stranger never stopped sucking. I was insanely good, however, this disgrace had to stop immediately! Suddenly, in one movement, she released the limp organ from her mouth and covered it on top of my shirt, and then lay back and pretended to be dozing. One of the passengers went to the end of the cabin and sat down across from us. He did not notice anything. But I could not even believe how close we were to failure! It is unlikely that the woman knew that if she had not lifted her head with the sec-kundoy earlier, the term for indecent behavior in a public place would be provided for us. I turned to her and playfully remarked:
- My soul, but we were a little bit caught!
She just smiled and took my hand. At first, I thought that this was only an expression of her feelings for me, but then, when she put my hand on herself in between, and began to stroke herself, I realized that the stranger had big plans. Sleepy, I thought. We were no longer alone, but she clearly wanted to continue. Seeker-adventure, etit her!
Then she stopped holding my hand, and now I stroked it without any prompts. In the blink of an eye, she pulled off her panties, and promptly shoved them into the pocket of my shirt. This game captured me, but before deciding to take any serious action, I looked around at the passenger next door, did he notice anything. He did not pay us any attention. Then I ran my hand under her skirt and led her up. Her legs were gorgeous to the touch: smooth, tender. And then I felt something else under the skirt that should not be there. I decided that this was probably a dildo. Damn, a thought flashed through my mind, fire-girl walks around in public transport with a dildo in shorts. But, fumbling around, I unexpectedly made another discovery. It was not a dildo. It was a real member. Her member. I found a member under her skirt!
I froze. Impossible. I couldn't just have sex with a guy. I knew that for sure! It seems like an eternity, while I tried to make at least some decision. But she led me out of prostration, whispering in my ear into my ear, "Well, how do you like my writing?"
And again she began to caress herself with my limp hand. Without looking up, I looked into her face, trying to find at least some resemblance to a man. Even a distant resemblance was not. She was still the same gorgeous woman I dreamed of. Her smile still fascinated me, and the figure still drove crazy. And she smiled at me - nothing in the world could have made me resist her. And then the stranger made a sudden movement of her hips forward, and my hand moved on her trunk. I still wanted her, and the sheer perversity of the situation only gave new strength. What the hell, because no one will ever know about it. All I could think about at that moment was to give her (her?) Pleasure.
I began to masturbate her, staring intently into her eyes. For the first time in my life, I was holding an alien member in my hands. She podmahivala, and with each movement of the hips, the skirt bulged higher and higher. My hand and her hips moved in unison. She closed her eyes and, licking her lips, began to moan. I had a thought that the guy sitting in the neighborhood was about to hear her. But we did not seem to be interested in him at all.
The stranger got it: she fidgeted over the seat, the groans grew louder. The head of the penis became wet from the continuously released lubricant, which plentifully lubricated my palm, and the trunk easily moved back and forth. Her skirt flew up and down again. I stopped and pulled her higher with my free hand. I wanted to take a closer look at her member. It was so big and hard that I could not believe that this was a real organ, and not some trick. No, it was all true, her stick was as real as my own member was real, noticeably, by the way, stronger. I wrapped my hand around her dick and continued. Delightful sensations, no embarrassment was not in sight. Without a second thought, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Gentle and burning, like a flame. “Masturbate me, babe, jerk off until I drop into your hand,” she whispered in my ear and smiled again. From the combination of such a coarse compulsion to action and a gorgeous smile, I finally went crazy. I began to fondle her with redoubled energy, while whispering in my ear every word.
No, I did not bite off the forbidden fruit bit by bit - I bite into it. The danger of being caught, the perversity of the situation itself - it terribly turned me on. My palm turned into a slit, tightly squeezing her penis. “I'll finish now. I can not hold back any longer, ”she whispered, never taking her eyes off me. Now she had a very different facial expression. In her eyes read a desperate request. She ordered me to bring the matter to the end, to allow her to drop into my palm. At that moment she was in my full power. And I realized that I finally fell in love with her completely and irrevocably.
And then it happened. The member jerked several times. Cum filled my palm. Her cum. She put my hand to her mouth and licked it clean, carefully sucking each finger. A member of this proudly stuck out from under the skirt. “It was wonderful,” she muttered rather happily.
Then the stranger rose and straightened her skirt. The member disappeared, and again a hundred percent woman was sitting next to her. But now I knew her secret, and this made me even more attracted to her.
She winked at me and got off at the first stop. Not saying a word. Until the end of the day I could not recover. I had sex on the bus. And even the main thing is not this, but with whom I had sex! Naturally, all the work that day fell out of my hands.
More we have not seen. All next month, I was hoping to meet her among the passengers. To no avail. I spent many sleepless nights, guessing what could have happened to her. Sometimes it even seems to me that everything happened only in my imagination, but I felt her touch, inhaled the smell of her beautiful hair, felt the lips tightening my cock. Perhaps for the rest of my life I will be dreaming about her - the “girl” from the bus.