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From: an459179@anon.penet.fi (Calloway)
Reply-To: an459179@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 12 Dec 1995 23:27:27 UTC
Subject: PASSENGER 47- STORY (mf, mast, exhbtsm. On the bus.)

..sex.wanted,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.masturbation

A travelling story.  

Passenger 47



                                               by Calloway


        I'd never enjoyed taking the bus cross-country before. 2000 miles,
4 days and countless stops away from my home town, I've always dreaded the
ride home for the holidays.

        This year was different.  Instead of the usual blue-haired
grandmother with her  lethal knitting-needles and endless family photos I
usually end up beside, I found myself seated next to a stunning young
blonde.  She was well-dressed and immaculately groomed, with long legs
encased in sheer black stockings.  I could see the garter straps poking out
from just below the hem of her skirt and her large breasts thrust against
the white cotton of her blouse.  She was busy writing in some kind of
notebook, and when I tried to make conversation, made it clear she was not
interested in passing the time of day.  "Oh well," I thought  "At least I
won't have to listen to her rambling on about her grand-children,"  and
contented myself with side-long glances while we travelled east.

        The day passed slowly and as the bus rolled along across the
seemingly endless prairie, the conversations around me dropped and  the
long night settled in. Eventually, the motion of the bus and the full day
of boredom caused me to drop off to sleep sitting up.

        I awoke during the night to a gentle stirring beside me.  The
girl's lips were parted and her eyes were closed.  I could detect  a gentle
rustling under the blanket she had thrown across her. When I heard her moan
softly and saw her hips shift, I realised what she was doing.  The blond
was busy masturbating not a foot away from me.

        I watched her face as the motions beneath the blanket continued.
She had an amazing mouth and I stared as her full pink lips pursed and
stretched with the silent moans drawn from her.  I could feel the blood
rushing to my cock as I watched her chest heave and her body squirm against
the seat.

        It was starting to get uncomfortable. My jeans were bunched up from
sitting and my hardness strained against the rough denim.  Careful not to
disturb her, I slowly unbuckled my pants, unzipped them, and pulled my
straining member free.  Not taking my eyes off her, I allowed myself some
strokes of my own.  Gently I squeezed my balls and thought of the strange
situation before me.  Here I was, jerking off on a moving bus while my
silent travelling companion was bringing herself off beside me.  What a
day.

        Just then, I felt her hand clamp around mine.  Briskly she pulled
it away from my swollen prick, and I bolted upright.  "Don't," she said,
and looked me straight in the eye.  I thought I was busted for sure, but
that was all she said.  She let my hand go and took hold of my cock
instead.  She grasped it roughly, then reached around to my balls and took
hold of them as well.  She squeezed once and let go.  She brought her
finger up to my face and ran it under my nose.  Her musk was strong and
primal, and when she pulled her hand away it stayed with me.

        Without speaking, she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt
and  pulled it apart.  I could see her breasts encased in a lacy black
brassiere as she reached in to unhook the clasp at the front.  Unhindered,
her tits bounced free. They were large and full, with light brown areola
and deep red meaty nipples.  My cock jumped  as I watched her hold them
both, squeezing them together. She looked at me as she pulled them towards
her mouth, and her tongue darted out to flick at one, then the other.

        I looked anxiously at the heads of the sleeping passengers around
us. As far as I could tell, no-one had caught on to the scene behind them.

        If the woman beside me was concerned about being discovered, she
certainly didn't let it show.  When I looked back to where she sat, she was
leaning  further into her seat.  The blanket she had kept over her was
kicked down to her knees, and she had allowed her skirt to ride up higher
over her thighs.  She still had one hand on her breasts, plucking at the
nipples and drawing circles around the flesh.  Her other hand was between
her legs, running slowly along the insides of her thighs.

        I could see her lips already puffy and spread apart from her
earlier handiwork.  She had a well-groomed, dark bush, and the meat of her
outer lips was slick with juice and deepening in colour.  Her swollen clit
was visible, pouting out from under its hood.  She dipped her finger to her
centre, moistening it, and gasped as she touched bottom.  I watched as she
languidly stroked her slit from bottom to top and back down again.  She
poked at her hole and her hips came off the seat as her finger disappeared
inside.  She pulled it out and brought it up to her own mouth.  Her tongue
wrapped around it, tasting her own juices, lips closing on the soaked digit
down to the knuckle.    Ever so slowly she pulled it out again, tongue
flicking out to catch every drop as the finger touched air.

        I reached out to touch one of her breasts but she brushed my hand
away.  "You'll get your turn," was all she said, and brought her hand back
down to her glistening slit.  Her fingers started working on her clit,
rubbing briskly across the engorged nub, then slackening  in speed.  Her
hips found the rhythm, and jutted out with each renewed assault on her
pleasure centre.  I looked at her face, her head thrown back against the
neck-rest of the seat, eyes shut tight and lashes fluttering. Her mouth
worked in silent rapture, lips flexing as the ecstasy overtook her.  I
watched as her other hand continued to pluck at the hardness of her
nipples, pulling them out and releasing them again.

        I could feel my own arousal heightening, my cock dancing under the
blanket as I watched this stranger engaged in a most private act.  My balls
ached for release and my shaft was as rock-hard as it's ever been, but I
didn't dare reach for it for fear of spoiling her moment.  I had to content
myself with the thrill of the spectacle and wait.  I'd get my turn, she had
said, and the thought of that would have to be enough for now.

        Her breathing was coming heavier now, the rhythm of her hand on her
clit picking up, her hips rising up off the seat.  Her stifled moans and
sighs of ecstasy were rising in volume and I feared she might wake the
passengers around us.  She was rubbing herself in earnest now, her hand a
blur between her legs.  Just then her whole body shuddered, hips slamming
up to meet the thrust of her fingers.  Her other hand squeezed hard on her
breast and she shook violently as her orgasm hit its peak.  A single cry
came from her throat, and she settled back, twitching with the waves of
ecstasy as they hit.  Her finger slackened, coaxing the lesser aftershocks
as the intensity of her convulsions ebbed.

        She rested for a minute, lazily sliding her finger along her
shining slit, occasionally twitching as the waning ripples of her orgasm
hit her.  Her eyes opened, and she looked at me where I sat staring at her.
She raised hand to mouth again, licking  the sap from her glistening
finger.  "Good boy," she said, " I guess you've earned yourself some
attention."

        With that, she reached underneath my blanket to grasp my aching
prick in her hand.  I gasped as she touched it, and she put her finger
gently to my lips.  "Shh," she whispered, "we don't want to wake any of our
neighbours."  Then she pushed the blanket off my legs, lowering her head to
my straining shaft.

        Delicately she flicked her tongue across my shining cock-head.  She
lapped at the pre-cum that had been smeared across the tip, poking gently
at the hole where a fresh drop was beading against the cool air of the bus.
Her lips closed around my shaft and I jumped as she suddenly engulfed my
entire shaft down her throat.  She pulled away and reached for the pillow
beside her, folding it and placing it under my buttocks.  This gave her
better access to my balls and ass, and her hand reached down to grasp my
jewels.

        She lowered her face to my cock again and began slowly licking up
and down the shaft, tongue swirling around the head at the tip of her
stroke and back down.  She took one of my balls into her mouth, then the
other, sucking gently as she let her fingernail scratch the sensitive area
between my sack and my asshole.  She stopped to let her finger play against
my hole, making me squirm in my seat as she stretched her tongue to softly
poke at the puckered muscle.

        She raised her head again, licking up as she went.  She stopped at
the tip and wrapped her mouth around me.  She treated me to a few short
strokes and followed them up with a deep one taking me back to her throat.
Her finger continued to play against my ass while her other hand wrapped
itself around the base of my shaft, pumping and squeezing as she sucked.

        I had been close to coming before she even touched me, but this new
attention was bringing my ultimate release closer with each fresh
sensation.  She could sense it as well as my hips came up to meet her face,
trying to drive myself further into her mouth.  She was in no hurry to
bring me off, and kept backing off from my thrusts, releasing me from her
mouth and treating me to gentle flicks of her tongue and nibbling at my
aching rod.  She pressed her fingers together just below my swollen head,
causing my cock to soften ever so slightly, allowing her more time to enjoy
what she was doing.

        We continued like this for as bit, as she revelled in the control
she had over my pleasure.  I reached around to take her head in my hands,
trying to pull myself further into her mouth, but again she brushed my
hands away from her.  I knew I was being louder than I should be
considering where I was, but the feeling of this stranger's mouth on my
cock was forcing soft moans from my throat.  She was an avid and expert
cock-sucker and was clearly enjoying the power she had over my body.

        Eventually she'd had enough teasing, and started sucking me deeper
and faster into her throat.  Her hand on my shaft was pumping more
insistently, and when her finger suddenly rammed itself into my ass,
scraping against my prostrate, I felt my balls boil over and my
earth-shaking climax well up from deep within.  My whole body shook, and my
hips slammed up off my seat as I felt the first shot of hot salty cum surge
up and out of my cock.  Her mouth caught the first jet of spunk and she
swallowed greedily as  I continued to pump wave after wave of sweet nectar
down her throat.  I shuddered as the peak of my orgasm receded, and felt
her throat muscles relax against my draining manhood.

        She kept me in her mouth as the last of the convulsions washed over
me, lapping up the dregs of cum that oozed softly from the tip of my
softening cock.  She pulled her finger out of my ass and gave me one last
wash of her dexterous tongue as she pulled her head away from my pulsating
member.  "That was just what I needed," she said as she gave my cock one
last squeeze.  "Now I can get some sleep.  Good night.

        She rearranged her clothing, sat back in her seat without another
word, and closed her eyes.  I was dumbfounded by her indifference, but in
no position to complain. So, still reeling from the blow-job I'd just
received, I zipped myself up, lay back and basked in the afterglow before
sleep overtook me.

        She was already awake the next morning when I stirred.  She nodded
in my direction but other than that paid no attention to me at all.  I
tried to make conversation, engaging her in small talk in an effort to make
some sense out of our previous evening's romp, but she balked. Eventually
she lowered her crossword and said, "Look buster.  I don't care who you are
or what you do.  I'm not interested in being your girlfriend or  talking to
you at all. As far as I'm concerned, when I get off this bus, we're never
going to see each other again.  I don't want to be here anymore than you
do, and the last thing I need is to talk bullshit to some college boy for
the next 3 days.  Play by my rules and this could be the best  trip home in
your life.  Keep talking and I'm going to have to ask the bus driver to
move you."

        I shut my mouth and went back to my book.

        I spent my day reading and staring out the window as the highway
rolled by.  From time to time I'd look over at this strange woman beside
me, remembering the feel of her mouth on my cock and watching the curve of
her breasts through her shirt.  I stayed hard pretty much all day while she
continued to ignore me.

        At around five o'clock that evening she slammed her book shut in
frustration.  "This is driving me crazy," she huffed, "I knew I should have
flown."  She stretched as she turned to me and said, "Meet me in the
washroom in two minutes.  I have a job for you," then stood up and walked
down the aisle.

        It was all I could do to sit still as the second hand spun twice
around my watch.  When the two minutes was up my cock was already pushing
against my jeans. I made no effort to conceal the bulge as I strolled down
the aisle to the back of the bus.  I noticed the odd suspicious glance from
my fellow travellers as I passed the way she had just come.

        The panel on the bathroom door said vacant as I pushed it open and
stepped inside.  She was sitting on the sink, her legs spread apart and her
blouse undone.  Her breasts hung freely against her tanned flesh and her
panties were bunched in a ball on the floor.  "Lick me," she instructed,
"Make me come in your mouth."  I turned to lock the door and dropped
obediently to my knees in front of her.

        I parked my face between her legs and inhaled deeply.  Her scent
was pungent from last night's adventure while the new moisture that
collected on her lips sent out fresh wafts of fragrance.  Her feet were
propped against the door handle and the soap dispenser giving me plenty of
access to her steaming hole.  I went down on her slowly, revelling in her
perfume, flicking my tongue gently across her swelling lips.  Giving head
is my department, and for this go-round, I was setting the pace.

        I teased her for a while, slowly licking up her thighs and blowing
across her hole as my hands roamed across her body.  My tongue parted her
lips and grazed her clit.  She tried to pull my head closer in, but
following her example, I brushed her hands away. I started licking up her
slit with the flat of my tongue, stopping just below her clit and then back
down to poke at her hole.  I lapped at her wetness, scooping it up with my
tongue and savouring it in my mouth.  My hands went to her breasts and I
kneaded them, plucking at her hardened nipples with the tips of my fingers.
I pointed my tongue and zeroed in on her pulsating button, pressing it
hard against her hood.  Her hips rocked on the counter as I rubbed my face
against her, bathing my mouth and cheeks in her dewy wetness.  I brought a
finger up between her legs and circled her entrance as my tongue continued
to prod at her clit.  She was pressed back against the wall, her hips
jutting out and head thrown back.  I looked up at her closed eyes and open
mouth, turned on by her quiet whimpers and gasps.

        Just then a knock came at the door, but she just moaned,
"Occupied," and pulled me back between her legs.   I picked up the pace
now, my tongue rasping faster against her nub, taking it in between my lips
and sucking hard as my teeth nibbled it carefully.  I jabbed my finger into
her, curving upwards to stroke at her sopping tunnel walls.  She ground
herself against my face as the pressure of my tongue on her clit brought
her closer to climax.  She humped against me and my tongue almost lost
contact with its target as she came, shaking as it hit her, hips well off
the counter before collapsing once more against the tiled wall.

        I lapped softly at her slit while her tremors subsided.  Pulling me
up by the ears she grunted, "Fuck me now. Put your cock inside and don't
stop until I tell you to."  Trembling, she unbuckled my belt, undid my
jeans and pulled my throbbing cock towards her waiting pussy.  She undid my
shirt and stroked my chest as we came together, the tip of my cock pressing
against her opening.  She grasped it in her hand and rubbed it up and down
her slit, moistening it with her juices. She brought it back down to the
entrance of her honey hole, the muscles closing in around  my head.

        With one smooth motion of my hips, I was inside, stroking slowly as
I pushed further into her.  Her lips sucked around my shaft as I pulled
back, feeling her velvet walls clasping my rod.  Thrusting back in, my
balls slapped against her ass and she groaned as I drove in to the hilt.
We started a slow rhythm together, pushing my cock to her depths and back
out again till only the head was inside her.  Her hand reached down at the
tip of my stroke and rubbed itself along my exposed shaft before pulling it
back inside her.  Her finger found her own clit and she rubbed it while I
fucked her deeply.  I reached around her back to pull her towards me, my
lips latching on to one of her turgid nipples and I sucked it hard into my
mouth.

        Her moans were becoming more insistent and I could feel myself
grunting along with her as we picked up the pace.  She was thrashing on the
counter as I slammed into her, each thrust bringing me deeper into her
raging centre.  We'd lost all sense of discretion our moans increasing in
urgency and volume while her shoulders slapped against the wall behind her,
her feet struggling to support her. I could feel my orgasm welling up
within me and called for her to come with me.  She rubbed furiously at her
clit while my thrusting cock stimulated her insides.  I felt myself peak as
she cried out loudly, and with one final thrust bucked against her, my cock
exploding deep inside, spraying her honey walls with jets of hot cum.  Her
legs wrapped around my back and she wrenched me against her as her own
orgasm coursed through her.  I could feel her cunt muscles ripple around my
draining shaft and we shuddered together as we wound down.

        She pulled herself out from around me and stood up, buttoning her
shirt as she did so.  She reached up to kiss me for the first time cupping
my sticky cock and balls in her hand. I hitched up my pants while she
straightened herself out as best as she could before opening the bathroom
door and stepping out into the bus.  There were a couple of people standing
by the door waiting to use the bathroom, and their eyes raked us accusingly
as we returned to our seats.  They knew what we'd been up to but what of
it?  As she'd said, once we get off this bus, none of us will ever see each
other again.  And from the bulge in one of the waiting passengers' pants,
it had been a performance worth hearing.

        The woman kept her distance for the rest of the trip, as far as
conversation goes.  Before the bus finally rolled into my hometown I'd had
another blow-job and masturbated her to orgasm anytime she pulled my hand
under her travel-blanket.  Our last night on the bus saw her mount me in my
seat with her back towards me, riding me home while our hands roamed
together across her breasts.  The rest of the passengers kept their
distance as well and the driver fixed us both with some stern looks as we
climbed off the bus.

        As expected, we went our separate ways at the terminal.  Before we
parted, she turned to me and finally told me her name, "It's Sasha," she
said, "Have a good vacation, OK".  I just waved and watched as she rounded
up her luggage,  asked a quick question of a depot employee, and boarded
another bus going back in the same direction we'd just come.

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