Amy 's Bus Trip: a Different Tae

My eyes opened as the interior lights on the overnight bus came on. I slumped back in my seat, half dazed. I must have drifted off and I felt like, beneath my little skirt, my pussy was gaping open under my damp pantyhose and drenched panties.

The stranger who had finger fucked me to an incredible orgasm was gone. I had had to bury my face in his shoulder to stop myself crying out as it racked through me. In the aftermath I felt like he had stoked a fire in me that left me wanting more.

The bus swung off the highway and on to the slip road leading to the service station.

'Thirty minutes ladies and gentlemen,' called the driver over the intercom. 'Don't be late back please!'

I lingered, letting everyone else off before me, conscious of the state of my underwear.

'Last, but not least,' said the driver giving me a smile. I flirted, held his eyes for a moment too long before I went down the steps to the snow dusted path up to the service station, wondering if he was checking out my bottom in my short little skirt.

I made my way to the restrooms and slipping my hands up my skirt worked down my pantyhose and panties. Balancing awkwardly, I managed to get them off one foot and then the other. My pussy lips were still all pouty. and I shivered as I recalled his last words to me.

'Get rid of the pantyhose at the service station,' he had grunted. How inflamed might he get when he discovered that I had stripped off my underwear for him I wondered? A little sexual frisson ran through me at the thought of those long fingers interfering with me again.

I fixed my lipstick, brushed my hair, dabbed my neck and the backs of my wrists with my Dolce et Gabana parfum and gave myself an appraising glance. It would have to do.

Back at the bus the driver grinned at me, I could not help but notice his eyes drifting momentarily down across my breasts to the exposed stretch of thigh above my knee socks. If he had only known that I was naked under my skirt.

'Heavy snow up ahead,' he remarked.

I locked eyes with him briefly.

' I'm sure we will be very safe with you driver,' I answered giving him a pretty little smile.

'Lovely scent by the way if you don't mind me saying so' he offered with a glint in his eyes. I blushed felt a sexual little rush, wondering if he had caught a whiff of my aroused pussy as well as my perfume.

No sign of my stranger back at my seat. Still, five minutes to go before departure. God he was so sexy, so masculine, so mature. I stretched up and took down one of the free blankets from the luggage rack, wrapped it round myself and turning to the window tried to will myself to sleep.

Sometime later I sensed he had returned and I was suddenly wide awake. I was aware of how close he was to me. I shifted and twisted round. He was fast asleep and I felt a twinge of disappointment. But then I glanced down and saw again that delicious cock bulge and my pulse raced.

This time I just could not resist the temptation of feeling him up. I arranged the blanket over our laps and slipped my hand under it onto his firm thigh. I let it rest there and when there was no reaction, I moved my hand further up and tentatively closed my fingers over his package. He stirred and I caught my breath but then he lay back still again. I slowly began to rub and caress his hidden prick and felt it swell and then move a little as his legs parted slightly. My pussy had moistened and my nipples had gone hard. I closed my eyes savouring such a delicious moment.

Carefully I moved my fingers and found the catch on his zipper and slowly began to ease it down. I waited again then wormed my fingers inside his pants and closed my hand over a warm thickening penis now tenting his boxers.

I started to stroke and rub it again dying to feel it bare and hard in my hand. I glanced over to the seats surrounding us, but all was quiet, and I carefully eased my fingers down the waistband of his boxers, tingling as my hand found his smooth erect penis. He stirred and let out a little moan. I caught my breath, squeezed my thighs together. The indecency of this, the illicit nature of this lewd fumbling, this prurient behaviour, excited me terribly.

I closed my fingers lightly round his prick and with short quick strokes began to masturbate him. He stirred again, I sIowed, ran a finger around the head of his glans, trailed it under the sensitive head. His cock jerked and moved. He sighed.

I tickled his pee hole,,,, Oh fuck I was so loving it. But the risk element kicked in. I couldn't prolong this. I gripped him tightly and began to toss him off hard and fast, not caring that the blanket was rising and moving.

I felt him swell and desperately tried to grind my thighs together to get off as he pulsed and shot his thick, warm load all over my hand and his boxers. I quivered, pussy leaking now, not quite believing I had had the audacity to do that to him, lay my head back trying to compose myself. Then as I eased my hand out of his pants I Iooked up.

He was staring at me.

In a panic I turned away and stared out the window Oh jesus no I whispered to myself, he had known but for how long? And then his mouth was at my ear.

'Well now,' he whispered, 'what have we here?'

I trembled and could not speak, trying to wish it all away and then felt him shift in his seat. I waited and waited then dared to look round. He had gone. Relief flooded through me momentarily, but I knew he would be back and how on earth was I going to deal with this?

I wrapped myself up in the blanket again and stared out the window at the passing trees, their boughs laden with snow.

And then I felt him settle into his seat and move across to snuggle against me. I was half turned to the window and bit my lip when his hands went under the blanket and roamed possessively across my warm bottom cheeks over my skirt. I thought I heard a little sigh of pleasure as he must have realized that I was bare under my skirt. He pinched me hard and I had to stifle a yowl. He pinched me again harder.

'Oh, don't please,' I begged, 'you'll make me pee myself.'

His lips were at my ear again.

'You dirty girl,' he whispered and I squirmed as he mouthed obscenities into my ear.

'Actions have consequences,' he murmured, blowing hotly into my ear and sticking his tongue into it. I almost jumped out of my seat and then gasped when his lips moved to my sensitive neck and kissed it. My breasts shifted in my bra. His warm tongue licked my neck and I moaned.

He moved his hands to my waist and inched my blouse out of my skirt and those warm long fingers started trailing across the smooth bare skin of my lower back.

I felt them running along my bra strap as he buried his face in my hair. He unclipped my bra and moved his hands round to my front and cupped my breasts. He pulled away my bra and palmed them rolling his fingers round my rock-hard nipples tweaking them roughly. His hands were all over me driving me crazy. My mouth went slack as he kiss bit my neck. He teasingly ran a finger from the nape of my neck down to the base of my spine back up down again and this time he rudely stroked a finger down my bum crack and pushed it against my tight little pucker. I jumped in shock and whimpered.

The bus was permanently in low gear now, engine whining as it dragged itself up to the summit of a mountain pass.

His hands moved back down and yanked up my skirt. I sensed his urgency he was breathing hard. He pushed my legs apart and I moaned as his hands slowly slid up my inner thighs closer and closer to where baby soft skin meets pussy.

'You're dripping', he whispered. I stuffed my fingers into my mouth as his other hand worked a finger just inside my anus.

'Make circles,' he grunted, and I frantically churned my hips as my tight little hole was interfered with, clenched my cheeks in a hopeless attempt to stop him getting further up me but he was relentless and slowly, little by little, he began to penetrate me. I suddenly needed the bathroom but forced myself to think of anything but that.

My breathing grew ragged as the thumb of his other hand found my engorged clit and began to feather and tease it and then he slipped two fingers up into my gaping, soaked pussy.

'Consequences,' he hissed again as he began to finger fuck both my holes, up one. back out, as the other was penetrated. He rhythmically went at me making me whimper again.

'You're ruining me,' I moaned, as he pushed his finger harder up my anus and my sphincter surrendered.

The two stretched fingers of his other hand were exploring my sopping honey pot, round and round, up and down, in and out, and then he drove them right up me as far as he could push them. Lewd sexual squelching and sucking sounds were escaping from my pussy and bottom.

The driver was saying something over the intercom, but it was difficult to hear over the roar of the engine. I wriggled and seesawed desperately on his long fingers as he brought me to the boil.

'Oh, oh ooh.' I wailed, trying to thrash about as my cunt and anus gripped his fingers when my orgasm racked through me.

I must have passed out because when I came to he was gone again, my skirt had been pulled down to make me decent and passengers were busying themselves to get ready to leave the bus.

How was I going deal with the driver in this state to collect my luggage from the hold.

I shivered.