Electrified 1

Comfortably, I'm sitting on the bus, which will start its journey in a few minutes. It's still pretty empty at the moment, but soon, as soon as the crowded train arrives here at the station, that will change. It's the same every day. Now I'm sitting here on the blue upholstered seat, listening to music and waiting. Waiting for this bus to come to life. And I hope that life will be awakened in me too: that he will be there.

I've had a crush on this one guy for a few days now. He's the brother of a good friend, but I only really know him by sight. I've never spoken to him and yet I feel incredibly attracted to him. His whole appearance just does something to me.

His dark blonde hair, which goes technically down to his eyes, but he styles it casually to both sides of his forehead. His green-blue eyes, which shimmer beautifully in the sunlight. His slightly wider mouth with rather thin lips. His rather large nose, which goes wonderfully with his face. His tall and rather slender build. I wouldn't describe him as "classically good-looking", but he has something that makes him ultra hot. I personally consider him very pretty.

While I'm still thinking about these things, I see the train pulling in. My heart immediately starts to beat faster, even though I don't actually expect to see him today, as this has never been the case at this time in the last few days. Nevertheless, my gaze wanders longingly from one end of the platform to the other. I don't see him. Damn it. I realize how a certain disappointment spreads through me. I lean against the window like a wet sack and look towards the floor: "If this isn't going to be a boring ride ..."

But the song that's playing is actually really good. I start to focus on it. Now lost in thought, I don't even notice how the bus is slowly filling up. Only when the song ends, I look up again. For a brief moment, my heart seems to stop: there he is. Wearing a loose-fitting navy-blue shirt and beige shorts. He looks really, really cute.

When I take a closer look at him, I notice that his pants are a little bulging in the groin area. I immediately feel this "hot" pressure in my pussy. A little surprised by this sudden physical sensation, I look up. His eyes are already on me. Shocked, I quickly look away and start blushing. He has probably seen where I was looking ... A little ashamed, I reach for my cell phone. The main thing is not to be confronted with the embarrassing action from just now.

But from the corner of my eye, I see him move. Moving towards me. Normally, he never sits down on this bus ... I can feel my heart sinking in my pants. "Is it still free?" he asks me. I look up, straight into his eyes. I nod and say yes. Subsequently he sits down next to me. A lightning bolt runs through me: our thighs touch.

My gaze wanders to his eyes: he smiles broadly at me. I feel my heart blossom and I smile back shyly. Our eye contact remains, but our mutual smiles slowly fade as the atmosphere becomes ... serious. Romantic, sexual? I'm not sure what it is, but what I do know is that there is an intense tension between us. Suddenly there's a jolt, our eye contact breaks. The bus leaves.

We don't say a word to each other for the entire bus ride. We don't look at each other either. But a lot happens on the physical level. I notice how he leans more and more towards me. I do the same. At a certain point, we are body to body, which feels so pleasant. We stay like this for a while until I suddenly sense a warm hand on my thigh. It's as if electricity is flowing through my body from this point. And I feel horny, especially when he slowly moves his very attractive, veiny hand inwards and upwards my leg.

I can feel myself getting more and more aroused and want him desperately to go all the way up, into my pants and then deep inside me. With his long, beautiful fingers. But he doesn't. Why doesn't he do it? I want it so much ... "Would you like to come with me?" I suddenly hear. His voice is just the perfect mix of low and high, it's incredibly pleasant. Again, I just say yes. Shortly afterwards, he takes his hand off me, we get up and leave the bus. I hadn't even realized that we'd already come so far.

As my crush introduces himself, he runs a hand through his hair. The hand he had touched me with just seconds before. I replied with also my name. We stay silent for the rest of the walk to his apartment, but the enormous tension between us remains. I find it hard not to fall over him on the spot.

As soon as we entered his apartment and closed the door behind us, he comes towards me, presses me softly against the inner side of the door and starts kissing me passionately. His hands hold my face and I can feel his tongue making its way into my mouth until it touches mine. Over time it gets wilder and wilder. One of his legs is suddenly between mine, pressing against my pussy and I can feel myself getting hornier and hornier. I want more. I want what I can now clearly feel on my thigh: his hard dick.

I gently push him away from me: "Where's your bedroom?" In response to this question, he takes my hand and leads me to the room I mentioned. Once there, I lie down on the bed and he immediately gets on top of me. His legs are on the outside, mine on the inside. As he starts kissing me again, he moves his hips with his erect cock against my pussy. I open my legs a little to feel him better. But it's not enough, so I open my pants.

He helps me take them off and then takes his off too. Now I can see the shape of his big dick through his light gray boxers. That turns me on even more. But I don't have much time to look at it because he quickly places his face between my legs. "Is that okay with you?" he asks considerately while he looks up at me. "Absolutely."

Just as he hears that, he pulls my underpants aside and presses his warm and strong tongue all over my pussy. Then he starts to lick me with a lot of pressure. These smooth tongue movements and the air of his heavy exhalation feel so good. I can no longer hold back my moans. "Please, I want to feel you inside of me," I beg and a short time later my underpants are on the floor and I have at first one, then two fingers inside me. Feeling them slide in and out really turns me on. And knowing who these fingers and also the tongue belong to, even more so.

As time goes on, his thrusts get more intense and I can feel my orgasm approaching. I come and it's obvious that he notices from the way my muscles twitch around his fingers. When I'm finished, he takes his fingers out of me, looks deep into my eyes and licks them with relish. I can see the passion in his eyes. Although I've only just come, I'm immediately horny again. How can a man be this hot?

I sit up and undress completely. He does the same. As expected, his cock is very large and apparently ready to penetrate me. His upper body is also highly attractive. He is generally skinny but has a little bit of body fat. But it looks rather firm, even a little muscular. This sight turns me on even more.

He bends down to my pussy again and spits on it. He then kneels over me, his legs between mine this time and mine on the other hand wide open and bent upwards. I'm ready for him. He gently places his glans at my opening and moves it back and forth. A brief shiver spreads through my body, I'm incredibly aroused. "Please," I say longingly. He looks me straight in the eye as he slowly enters me.

It hurts a little at first but then the feeling of him going deeper and deeper inside me is so fulfilling and beautiful. His thickness moving along my walls; purely awesome! According to his facial expression of pleasure and his heavy breathing, he's enjoying it too. Seized by a new wave of intense euphoria, I claw my hands into the sheets and my eyes roll back.

Over time, he gets faster and faster and his thrusts harder and harder. So forceful that at a certain point I find it difficult to maintain control. This man has the power over me, but I love it. Every single thrust he makes feels like pure bliss. The way he slaps his body against mine and penetrates my pussy is just wonderful. His moans get louder more uncontrolled. I'm so horny. Suddenly he slows down and I feel his dick moving inside me and finally a liquid squirts into me. This last happening also brings me to my orgasm. As I climax, I pull him closer to me, cling to him. My fingernails claw at his defined back. I feel so good.

When we've both finished, he lies down on the bed next to me. His heavy breathing can't be ignored, just like mine. We're both soaked with sweat and I'm afraid I won't be able to walk properly the next day. But it was worth it. My current crush has fucked me better than anyone before. I look at him. Although he looks exhausted, he's still extremely hot. How can one still look this good after such a performance?

At this moment I also realize how comfortable I feel around him. He seems to be great. When he notices me looking at him, he also tilts his head to the side and looks deep into my eyes. "That was amazing, you're amazing. And beautiful, by the way. Do you want to stay here a little longer?" My heart blossoms at these words. "I'd love to."