So anyway, I hate crowded buses and I always go right down the back to try to keep away from the crowd. But at this stop a bunch of folks get on and all squash up together in the aisle. You're one of them, on your way to get a few groceries and leaving the car behind. I can see by the look on your face now that you realise you've made a big mistake, and would kill to have the space and a comfortable seat in your car. So we stand next to each other, both unhappy about our personal space being invaded.
But it doesn't take long for me to cheer up. As the bus travels over the bumpy road, the back of you gets pressed up against the front of me, and it isn't long before my dick gets stiff from rubbing up and down against you. At first I'm a little embarrassed and this is made worse by the fact that I can see you become a little bit tense, obviously not wanting such close contact. You're clearly the conservative type, at least on the surface, and prefer to maintain a 'proper' exterior. But the bus is so crowded you've got no escape. And then after a while I notice that you don't seem to be getting out of the way - in fact, I sometimes feel you pushing back against me, kind of pretending you've lost a bit of balance - and so I hold my ground.
As the bumpy ride progresses I see you stretch your neck out a bit to feel my breath. And we bounce and we rub, and I'm getting more and more excited. I realise that you're now undoubtedly wet. I bend down and pretend to fish something out of my bag....my head is very close to your legs, with only your thin summer skirt separating them from my face. I can feel the warmth, and allow my arms to brush against your legs, and my shoulders to bump into your arse. My cock throbs knowing now that you're horny too. I stand and place my hands gently on your hips, and you allow me to guide you back up against me so we can enjoy our frottage.
Now I can feel your heavy breathing too, and suddenly I want to see your face, and see if I can see in your eyes how horny you're getting. With my hand I gently guide you around so that you're now facing me, and the bus does its work and bumps us around so that now your big bouncing tits are pressed against my chest, rubbing up and down, and I can feel your hard nipples poking out. We've nearly forgotten that we're on a bus in public, but it's getting harder and harder to resist. Your face is flushed, we are breathing on each others necks, I can smell your shampoo and soap from your morning shower, and I can see in your eyes that you want nothing more right now than to have that soaking wet hole between your legs filled with cock.
Again I bend down and pretend to fish something out of my bag. This time as I play with the bags zipper, my other hand slides up your leg from your calf muscle, behind your knee and then over the warm curve of your thigh. Soon it's wandering over your arse cheeks, unseen by the other passengers, and my fingers slide over the fabric of your underwear and my fingertips trace the crack of your arse, slowly moving toward your ever warmer crotch. I feel how soaking wet your undies are; you must be dying to get them off. I push the fabric to one side and expose your hot wet flaps to my fingers. I first rub over your lips, feeling how swollen and tender they are, and I rub from clit to arsehole and back, and again, and gently slide two fingers into your hole as I rub your slit.
Your legs involuntarily part a little further. I untangle my thumb from your damp pubic hair and rotate it over your stiff clit, in a circling motion. As I do this, I slide first two and then a third finger as deep as I can up you, and listen to the squelch as your cunt hole stretches to accommodate them. Your hips roll back and forward slightly as I finger fuck you and I imagine soon you'll start moaning. Can't have that on a public bus! I pull my fingers out of you and stand up to face you again. You're clearly as horny as hell, and look desperate to be fucked. Your cheeks are flushed and you are panting as quietly and discreetly as you can. As you look at me I put my two fingers, still glistening with your sweet smelling juice, into my mouth and suck the juice off them just inches from your face.
You watch me lick them clean and see my look of contentment as I stand on this public bus with the taste of you still on my tongue. And then with a rush the bus stops, you grab me by the hand and lead me through the crowd to get off. This isn't even my stop, but I don't care....all I, and my swollen cock, care about is letting you take me where you want so you can do what you want with me.
I'm surprised when you lead me, wordlessly, to a park. You seem to know your way around and take me across the grassed area to a small clearing surrounded by a circle of thick bushes. In a park full of people I'm amazed that this clearing is unoccupied. We're both so horny we can't be bothered with any pleasantries. You stand and face me and we come together and kiss, our hands wandering over each others bodies. Memories of the bus flood back to me and my blood starts coursing through my veins again. I rotate my hands firmly over your arse cheeks and feel you exhale a little on my neck. I grasp firmly and allow my hand to probe through your dress into your arse crack. I can feel you squirm against me in response and I know you must be getting wet once again.