Small summary: This story takes place in a free-use kind of world. No shame regarding sex or other acts of intimacy exists. For this reason, walking in revealing clothing or completely nude is the norm. People can just approach each other and fuck any time they want, with the understanding that if one doesn't give consent, that's it. No still means no. All characters are over 18. Kids and teens will not appear in any context.
*edit: Some grammar and details changed to a better flow
Mia takes the same bus every day. Number 34, the one that rounds the edge of the northwest side of Winterfield before stopping downtown. It's a solid part of her routine for at least two years now. She got to know the three divers that run that route by name. Other regular passengers with similar routines. People say Mia is easy to get along with. She never had a reason to doubt then. Maybe she was really a charming gal. Maybe it was her monster cock. Hard to know.
Every weekday, without fail, she sees the same girl. Early twenties at most. Maybe a year younger than Mia. She guesses she's a student going to her morning classes. Mia never saw Hoodie on campus, but she takes the night classes so maybe it was a case pf never having the chance to cross paths. She's hard not to notice, always bundled in an oversized hoodie and a scarf wrapped around her neck. Wearing floral, open-front transparent skirts and leggings that left her puffy lips to be seen.
Mia never really saw her face either. Not clearly, at least. Just outlines of her features under the mask she usually wears and twin locks that spilled from the sides of her head. Strawberry blond hair with pinkish highlights.
Actually, she doesn't really remember seeing Hoodie ever interacting with her or anyone else, even the drivers or ticket clerk. Well, this spot being deserted for most of the time may be a factor to keep in mind. As far as Mia is aware, they are the only ones who take this route from that stop. And Mia never paid much attention to who Hoodie talked to or where she got out. Not her business to pry on.
The attire was odd but not out of place. Winter was just around the corner. If anything, Mia should be using more clothes too. But cold weather never really bothered her. As long as there's no snow, of course. Cold tolerance is one thing, immunity to frostbite is one whole another.
Mia sat on the other side of the bus stop. Wearing her favorite pair of jeans, one with an opening on the pubic area, and a simple blue bikini top with the market logo under a vest of same tone. She was a tall woman. Black hair mostly cut short except for a patch on the back tied in a ponytail. Points dyed a dark shade of green that meshed well with the natural black. A lit cigar hanging on her lips. Dark eyes focused on the screen of her phone. Checking the work chat.
Apparently the day must be very slot at the convenience store. All recent messages were a steady flood of pictures of Mark and Helena fooling around. All angles, all positions. A whole photoshoot of Mark fucking her holes like he was aiming for some kind of world record.
"Wish you were here." The bastard tagged her on a picture of Helena's gaping pussy overflowing with cum.
Mia rolled her eyes. Grinning. "Assholes. Fucking like rabbits without me." Meanwhile she was there, still waiting. Her own half-hard cock strained against the fabric of her jeans. Pitching a tall tent. She can't even complain. The bus is not late, Mia just prefers to arrive early and wait a bit rather than risking missing it and waiting a lot.
But Mia didn't left that wish unanswered. She spread her legs wide on the bench and undid the buttons holding the fabric covering her crotch, allowing the monster to pop out in all its glory. She was well adorned by most standards. A solid foot long, though not really that girthy. Made to explore deep more than filling. She quickly took a picture and sent back. A low shot to frame it nicely. "Sure you did."
Mark answered with more pictures, followed by a few from Helena too. Each new picture fueling the fire on her loins more and more. Helena with her fingers digging deep, spreading herself open for the camera. Mark stroking himself. A third of Helena on his lap, spread open showing his dick inside her ass. Slowly, she started stroking her length. A gentle massage to get her going. A steady flow of pre-cum dripped down. She was fucking one of them the moment she stepped inside that store.
That is, as long as things stay slow. She doesn't want to hold anyone down just for a quick fuck. It's not polite.
Her eyes caught something. A subtle move. The hooded girl staring at her cock on the corner of her vision. Only for the second it took for their eyes to cross before she looked away with a soft startled noise.
Oh, she almost forgot Hoodie was there. It was worth asking. "Hey, Hoodie. Mind if I fuck you for a bit? My friends keep teasing me and I can't focus with this hard on." Mia asked.
The girl didn't answer right away. It was hard to read her expression from that angle.
"Alright, then. You do you." Mia left her be. Maybe she was just shy or in a bad mood. Mia wasn't going to bother her more.
Instead, she leaned back again, letting her hand drift down once more, resuming the slow, steady rhythm while she engaged on a silent war with her coworkers.
Some short minutes went by. Mia noticed the girl peek again. Just a flash of eyes beneath her bangs. Pink cheeks. The shy way her knees pressed together under the hem of her skirt. Oh. She's probably just that. Shy. At least Mia hoped so. Didn't look like awkwardness or being uncomfortable.
The bus was still minutes away. Mia was about to check her phone again when she caught a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision. Something slid across the bench between them. A small, square card.
Mia blinked, her eyes glanced at the girl. Then picked it up with curious fingers.
'Hi, my name is Gabrielle, my friends call me Gabi,' the note read. The handwriting was neat. Fancy while still legible. 'I've had a thing for you for a while, but haven't had the courage to tell you until now. I'm not that great at speaking out loud. Sorry if I came out as rude. I wanted to let you know I'm very interested in you. You are very pretty and your cock is amazing. This is my consent card. If you want to fuck me, go ahead.'
Mia stared at the card for a second longer, then looked up.
Gabi was watching her now. Pink cheeks blooming beneath her hood. Her eyes were wide, but she didn't look away this time. Her scarf had slipped just slightly down from her nose.
Mia raised an eyebrow. "You serious?"
A tiny nod.
"Like, really serious. Not to sound rude but I'd rather work with explicit consent." Mia explained.
Another nod, firmer. Gabi's knees pressed together, hands fidgeting in her sleeves. She was blushing like crazy. Her voice came a faint trembling whisp, but there was a giddy energy behind it. "I really... want to taste your cock."
Mia smiled. Gabi flustered even more. She almost looked like a tomato now. "Heh. Well, damn. If I may..." Mia clicked her tongue and stood up slow, stretching her limbs. Her cock still half-hard and swinging with her hips. Gabi sucked an audible breath, eyes lit like stars.
Gabi made a small noise, something between a squeak and a hum, as Mia approached, calm and slow. She reached out, gently brushing her digits along Gabi's scarf, finding the edge of the mask beneath.
"Gonna pull this down, okay?" Mia asked. Gabi nodded. Her eyes fluttered closed. Mia hooked two fingers under the fabric and tugged the mask down. Lips- puffy, soft, parted, glistening just slightly in the morning chill. Gabi's breath hitched. "You know, you're cute as hell. Did anyone ever told you that?" Mia said casually, brushing a thumb across Gabi's lower lip.
Another nervous noise escaped the hooded girl, that one clearly joy. Gabi shifted in place, visibly trembling now, but not from fear. Her thighs squeezed tighter together. Her tongue peeked out between her lips, almost involuntarily.
That was all Mia needed.
With one hand still cupping Gabi's cheek, she stepped in close. Her cock bumped gently against Gabi's chin. The girl's eyes widened and then fluttered closed again.
Mia guided herself forward, slow and sure. Pressing her tip on trembling lips, gently forcing them open, easing her cock into Gabi's mouth inch by inch. Mia was a bit hesitant of having to press, then the shy girl's eyes rolled back in bliss. Her tongue immediatelly started working her tip. The air filled with the soft, wet sounds. Gabi greedly swallowing more and more as she got used to her size.
"fuck yeah..." She murmured. "Thank you. I needed that." Mia began to move. Deep, lazy pumps, hips rolling gently, fucking Gabi's mouth with slow, controlled thrusts. Setting a stable pace for both. Nothing rushed. She wanted to enjoy that.
Gabi's eyes turned glassy with pleasure, her hands resting obediently on her knees and tongue eagerly swirling arounf her hard cock. The little noises she makes around Mia's cock were quiet but enthusiastic, like she's was tasting the best dick she ever had.
