Breafast

I can't really complain...I mean the city provides this shuttle for free to take employees of the business park there from the metro in the morning. The ride is only 15 minutes from start to finish.

I am upset because the shuttle is always so crowded, and I always have to stand. For the last week I've had to stand, squeezed between people that I don't know, who wear too much of everything, and not enough of the important things.

As the shuttle pulls up to the station, I hold my ground at the front of the line. I'm sitting this trip. But, I was raised right, so when the old ladies that work at the library, get on the shuttle, I give up my seat and go all the way to the back. I will never understand why the shuttle company sends the smaller bus for the most commuters and the larger one for 2-3 of them. Which is exactly why that isn't my job, huh?

I swear he has got to be one of the finest men that I have ever worked with. We have worked together a couple of times over the last year, strictly business though, although the chemistry and attraction is evident at our meetings.

He smiles as I approach him and offers his seat. He is on the right side of the shuttle and there are only single seats along that side of the bus. I sit and think to myself how this small act has made my day.

OK-so all of the seats are gone now and people are standing from back here, all the way up front to the driver. You would think that the driver would pull off. But no! Let's just put some more on.

There is no place for Donald, my colleague, to go. He is standing sideways and clearly uncomfortable. I laugh as the driver lets yet another person on. Donald is right in front of me now. Although I am glad that I am not staring at his ass in my face, I ponder whether I would mind his dick that close to it.

Two more people get on and all of Donald's options are gone. He has to turn and face me. He is extremely uncomfortable and I am silently enjoying that. He is such a gentleman. Finally the driver pulls off.

As I notice where the shuttle has reached, I silently pray that the driver slows down. There is a major dip in the road ahead and at this speed everyone standing will be jolted. I brace, although I'm safe in my seat, or at least, so I thought. BOOM! The bottom of the bus slams down and scrapes the road. Just as predicted, everyone standing was bounced. Donald-right into my face. His groin area all up on my nose. He is apologizing profusely and I am amused at his embarrassment. It is really awkward for a minute or two-I can tell that he is struggling with something. I look up at him and dare him to apologize again-he give a small smile and says that this time he is asking my forgiveness for his thoughts. My eyes drop and sure enough, there is something balled up in the front of his pants. My girl sends electric bolts up my back, to my scalp, down my legs and my body responds with a wave of wetness to cool her off.

It isn't until I see him trying to shift that I realize that I have been staring at his monster and by now he is nice and thick. I lick my lips and look at his face again. He's still fidgeting and I tell him to be still or people will start to look at him, and I know he doesn't want that.

First Stop-Three to go. My devilish horns pop up! Under any other circumstance, you would adjust it wouldn't you, I ask him. He looks shocked! I move my hand towards it and ask at the same time where he wants it to go, front or back, up or down. His eyes soften and he just laughs nervously. Oh, I am dead serious, but he thinks that I am playing.

Second Stop-My hand is on it. His body shivers and he looks around. I tell him that no one can see him but me. I unzip his pants halfway down and use my pointer finger to unbend his monster. I look at him and say that I don't want him to be uncomfortable. He has lost his ability to speak, so I assume that I am reading his signs. I am stroking the tip of him with my finger, rubbing the width of the head. His legs start to move in rhythm with my strokes. I remind him to stay still.

Third Stop-Just one to Go! I pull the head to the opening of his boxers and his pants. I realize that the majority of these people will get off at the next stop, which is also mine. So there is no point in prolonging what I have started. My other hand has already moved into my skirt and I am playing with my clit. However, the sight of his head sticking out causes me to need more. My punany is hot on my fingers and my juices are just flowing out. He looks as if he wants to touch me, so I put my fingers to his lips. He snatches them into his mouth and his tongue on my fingers is amazing. That tongue is a pro! But so is my mouth and this is my showcasing of skills.

I blow on him and he arches his back. I kiss it and he sighs. Can I do it, I wonder and assure myself at the same time that I can. I lick it and he stretches his fingers out-he wants to grab my head, but if he does, than the driver and anyone who turns around will be able to see him. My mouth is wet and I suck his head. Using my tongue to play in the opening. The bus pulls to my stop and people start gathering their things. I deep throat...3 of these and he is done. My mouth fills with his sweetness and I return his dick to his pants, grab my briefcase and rise up so that he can sit, before he falls...

I tease as I walk away, that since I covered breakfast, lunch should be ON him! I'm smiling and wishing everyone a good day as I exit the shuttle. When I step off the bus, I look at him in the window. He mouths a thank you and I wink back.

Shit-This is starting off as a wonderful day!