Garth Brooks played quietly through the young man's earphones. He was on his way out to the sun and surf to visit his old college buddies and on the way there he was actually enjoying his little bus ride. He'd already played with one little number and kept her from knowing who he was and now she was off the bus and he was whistling a happy tune, inside his head. She never found out it was the cowboy in the corner that had brought her to climax. If he concentrated hard enough, he could still smell her on his fingers. Her scent was long gone, but he did have an imagination.
He was busy working on a crossword puzzle when suddenly there was an explosion. The bus angled to the left than the right and eventually the driver pulled it to the side. John took off his headphones to listen to the driver.
"Sorry folks, got a flat."
John groaned as did several others. The driver radioed dispatch and then headed outside. Several people followed him and stretched their legs. John chose to stay on the bus and enjoy the tunes. He looked around and noticed a few folks had opted to stay on board also. One was an old woman sitting across from him, who was sound asleep. He did a double take with her to make sure she was still breathing. She was. Another was a couple of young women and lastly another man who seemed absorbed in the tunes that played from his IM.
Twenty minutes went by and John again looked up from his crossword. The people outside had made themselves at home. Some sat in circles. Others laid out on the grass. He checked on the passengers that had opted to stay in and noticed no one had come or gone. The urge to stretch his legs finally won out and he stood up and headed to the front of the bus. His eyes glanced at the two women he was about to pass.
There wasn't an alarm that sounded in his head, matter of fact nothing registered for a full two minutes as he stood transfixed. His eyes grew large and his pupils filled with lust. A voice did finally reach him or was it the scent? He wasn't sure, but he eventually blinked and looked away from the glorious blonde licking away at a perfectly shaped pussy.
"If your going to take in the show Cowboy, you need to give us one in return," the redhead getting herself eaten out whispered. Her green eyes sparkled and then her lips parted, a gasp escaped and her back arched. "Harder, Becky."
John smirked and sat down. What man in his right mind was going to turn down an offer like that. He chose the seat beside the women and opened his jeans. His cock was already at half mast having taken in the luscious sights and erotic sounds for a few minutes. When he released the beast, it took advantage of its freedom and finished rising to the occasion.
"Beck, stop a minute and look at that dick," Kate whispered.
Becky did as she was told and glanced at the young man in the cowboy hat and the penis he was holding. "Nice." She smiled and dipped her tongue back to the succulent pussy she'd been enjoying. Keeping her head angled, she watched the young man pull on his shaft.
Kate pushed her hands up her blouse and resumed the game she'd been playing with her nipples. She rolled them both between her fingers and her gaze continued to shift from tongue to cock. "Nice indeed," she said and then she whimpered when she felt Becky's tongue slide along her slit. "Fuck, your starting over?" she asked.
"Hell yay, gotta give him a show right. From the taste of you, you were almost there to weren't you doll?" Becky asked.
"Yes," she growled.
John smirked, tipped his hat to the girl he now knew was Becky and thanked her for slowing down.
"See Kate. I told you cowboys' were polite." She pushed her tongue deeper along the folds of her best friend's pussy.
John's hands dug his balls out and both girls giggled with pleasure as they watched their show begin. John began touching his cock with just the tips of his fingers, just like Becky was stroking Kate's pussy. Timid caresses of skin on skin made his cock jerk and the women's sexes throb. He smiled when he watched Becky open her mouth and give a long and very generous lap to Kate's mound. He groaned and ran his fingers over the thick, mushroom head of his dick.
The girls continued watching him play and they continued to take advantage of the show and the flat tire. Becky kept her eyes on the massive dick and then reopened the lips of her friend's pussy. She slipped her tongue between the folds and swept it up and then down. Moisture was gathered like a small puddle of water being scrapped away and all of it fell into Becky's warm mouth.
