Atara gave a sigh of relief as she saw the large intercity bus coming around the bend. It was past midnight, and while she had had a last at her friend Menucha's wedding, she wanted to just get home so she could get some sleep before having to go to work the next day. It didn't help that the previous bus had been full, and she lived in a city an hour's drive away.
As Atara climbed onto the bus, her legs felt heavy and tired from standing all night at the reception. But it wasn't just her legs -- her entire body seemed drained from dancing nonstop at the lively event.
She made her way to the back seat, hoping that this ride would be more comfortable than the last one "At least the bus is empty" she thought. She had no patience for some random person yapping on a phone and not letting her sleep.
As the bus pulled away, a young man came running up. The driver let him on and he sat a few rows ahead of Atara.
Meir, a 23-year-old Yeshiva student with short dark hair and piercing eyes, looked familiar to Atara. He was someone she had seen at the wedding earlier that evening.
At first, Atara ignored him, focusing on trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. However, she couldn't shake the feeling that something about him was intriguing. Maybe it was his striking features or the fact that he seemed lost in thought, staring out the window. Whatever it was, she found herself unable to stop looking at him.
As the bus rumbled along the highway, Atara's thoughts drifted back to the wedding. She remembered how vibrant and exciting the celebration had been, even though she had only attended because Menucha was like a sister to her.
The sound of Meir's voice broke into her reverie. He had moved closer to her, his seat being broken, sitting almost beside her now. Atara hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should continue ignoring him or engage in conversation. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to give him a chance.
"Hello," she said softly, breaking the silence between them.
Meir looked up, surprised by her initiative. "Hi," he replied, still a bit hesitant. "I didn't expect you to talk to me."
Atara smiled, understanding his apprehension. "Well, I'm bored, and I figured it might be nice to have some company on this long ride."
With that, they began to chat more openly, sharing stories about their lives, their jobs, and their experiences at the wedding.
After a few minutes, Meir commented " I must say, you looked amazing tonight. Like you were on fire while dancing. I know I wasn't supposed to look but it was hard to miss"
Atara laughed lightly. "Oh, well, Menucha is like a sister to me. We grew up together, and I've always been there for her during important moments in her life. I think I spent almost as much time in the bridal suite as the couple, helping her get ready!"
" You look beautiful enough to be the bride, that's for sure" Meir replied, his gaze lingering on her face.
Atara blushed slightly, feeling the compliment warm her heart. She knew she looked good tonight, thanks to the dress she wore, which accentuated her curves perfectly. Feeling bold, she leaned forward in her seat, giving Meir a better view of her chest. "Is it my dress, how do you like it?" she asked, her voice teasing.
Meir hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It's... stunning," he finally answered, his cheeks turning red. "The color really brings out your eyes, and the fit shows off your figure quite nicely."
Atara smiled, pleased with his response. "Thank you," she said, feeling more confident.
Meir's hand reached out, gently tracing the fabric of her dress along her thigh. Atara couldn't help but feel a shiver run through her body as his fingers caressed her. His touch was electric, making her heart race and her breath catch in her throat.
The atmosphere between them became charged with desire, and they couldn't resist the urge any longer. Their lips met passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths hungrily.
As their kiss deepened, Atara's hands roamed over Meir's body, discovering the contours of his muscular frame beneath his clothes. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by this stranger, yet she couldn't deny the intense connection they shared.
Meanwhile, Meir's hands gripped Atara's hips, pulling her closer to him.
Their kisses intensified, their breaths mingling together in hot, passionate gasps. As their passion increased, Meir's touches grew bolder, his hands finding their way down Atara's body, teasing her skin through her dress.
In the back of the empty bus, they were oblivious to the world outside,
Atara moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. She was losing control, surrendering herself to the passionate embrace. Her body ached for him, yearning to be touched intimately.
"It's my stop" Atara gasped, coming up for air. "My aprtment is empty, come with me".
They both got off the bus, the crisp early-morning air hitting them in the face. They moved into a nearby alleyway frantically, Atara pulling at his body in order to crush his lips to hers. He felt the warmth of her skin from being so close, and he could feel the electricity between them.
The alleyway seemed to be frozen in time, as if they were the only two in the entire world. He slowly moved his hands up and down her body, caressing her back. Her breathing intensified as she stepped closer to him. She traced her fingers along his neck and ran them through his hair, sending shivers up his spine.
He gently kissed her lips with an intensity that was almost too much to handle. With each kiss, their desire grew stronger and soon enough they had both lost all inhibition. They clung together like two magnets drawn to each other, unable to stop themselves even if they wanted to.
She took off her top and bra, revealing her beautiful breasts which he couldn't help but admire before moving on to explore more of her body with his hands and mouth. He placed tiny kisses all around the peaks of her nipples before taking, nibbling, and sucking them one at a time. His hands traveled down her body, gently stroking her hips and waist before finally reaching the area between her legs.
He licked up from her inner thigh to find her clitoris, which he began to massage with his tongue in order to bring out the pleasure that she had been denying herself for too long. His fingers explored further inside of her, causing her body to rock back and forth as waves of pleasure swept over her being. She grabbed onto his hair tightly as he continued his assault on her sensitive areas.
After what felt like an eternity they finally pulled away from each other, gasping for air. Realizing how public their location was, she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a nearby door. She opened up a door behind them, they tumbled into her apartment, pawing at each other on the couch.
They couldn't get enough of each other, their minds consumed by the fierce hunger they felt. Atara's body trembled under Meir's touch, his hands expertly cupping her breasts, her back arching with each caress.
He moved his hand lower, cupping her firm ass before sliding his fingers down between her legs, exploring her wetness.
He used his thumb to rub her clit, eliciting a sharp cry from her. Her body writhed under his touch, desperate for release. He pushed two fingers inside her, watching her face as he did so, seeing her eyes roll back in ecstasy. He began to thrust his fingers in and out, matching his rhythm with his thumb on her clit.
Atara was overcome with sensations, her body trembling with each movement. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he brought her ever closer to the edge. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body begging for more.
Meir picked up the pace, increasing the pressure on her clit and pushing deeper into her with his fingers. Atara's body bucked wildly, her moans becoming louder and more urgent., She moaned loudly, her head thrown back as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He continued to stroke her, knowing exactly how to make her squirm with pleasure. Her hands gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as she tried to hold on to the wave of ecstasy that washed over her.
Her body shook violently, her hips bucking against his hand as she approached her peak. She cried out his name, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. He continued to caress her, watching her face contort with pleasure, until finally, she collapsed back onto the couch, spent and satisfied.
He moved to lay next to her, running his fingers through her hair, and she snuggled into his embrace. Both of them were exhausted, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion.
"That was incredible," Meir whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I never expected something like this to happen."
Atara nestled her head into his shoulder, her cheek flushed with excitement. "Neither did I," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad it did."
They lay together in silence for a few moments, savoring the closeness they had just experienced.
Atara's fingers idly traced patterns on Meir's chest, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingertips. He held her close, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed against his own.
Feeling emboldened by their newfound connection, Atara decided to take things further. She rolled onto her side, facing Meir, and playfully bit his bottom lip. "Now that we're here, and we've already gone this far..." She paused, letting her words hang in the air. She slowly reached down and gently grasped Meir's erect penis, surprised by its size and heat. She had never done anything like this before, but she was determined to learn.
