Missed the Bus

It's midnight and I'm just approaching the downtown bus exchange. I'm running towards and trying to flag down the last bus of the day, just pulling out of its parking bay. But the driver doesn't see me and keeps going. With the bus driving out of sight, I skid to a halt and catch my breath.

"

Fuck!

" It comes out louder than I'd intended.

In my rush, I hadn't noticed you parked in a corner of the bus exchange.

Transit Supervisor

and the city's emblem are splashed across the hatchback that's now pulling up beside me.

"Need a ride?"

I startle and spin around. My body relaxes when I see that it's you. Well, it mostly relaxes; heat flushes through my body and my pussy just barely pulses at the sight of you. That smile of yours always leaves me a bit weak. I can't be the only transit rider that's lusted after you. Tall, incredibly handsome, piercing blue eyes, grey hair... A silver fox if ever there was one.

Should I?

I do trust you. And it wouldn't be the first time that you've helped me. You once drove across town to get my phone which I'd left behind on a bus and brought it back to me at the bus exchange. Thankfully someone had turned my phone in to the driver right away. That saved me waiting days to go to the lost and found to get it back.

And it would save me the cab fare home...

The next thing I know, I'm throwing out a "Thanks!" and sliding into the front passenger seat. I close the door and do up my seatbelt; the strap nestles between my breasts amidst the fabric of my t-shirt.

I'm mortified even as I'm doing it, but my gaze almost immediately drifts down to your groin and I linger too long when I see the clear outline of your cock through your dark blue pants. It looks like much more than I would have hoped for... Is that a trick of the light? Are you actually that thick? I don't want to admit how many times I've wondered what you're packing.

I'm so caught up on thinking about your cock that it takes you a few tries to get my attention. My face flushes red when I finally realize you've been asking where I'd like to be dropped off and I stammer out my address.

The ride home is going to be torture, isn't it? Just ten minutes of me struggling to keep my eyes on the road instead of--

In my periphery, I notice your right hand drop from the steering wheel to your lap. I can't help but give in and take a proper look. I'm rewarded with the sight of you caressing the bulge in your pants. You squeeze your erection, lingering, and then your hand is casually moved back to the wheel again.

I let out the breath I'd been holding and try to keep my eyes focussed ahead, or at the least stop staring right at your groin.

Do you know what you're doing to me? You must have some idea, or there wouldn't be a faint smile pulling at the corner of your lips now. I wish it was my hands touching you instead, I can't stop thinking about--

"Let me give you a hand."

The words come out so suddenly that I can't believe myself. I don't even wait for an answer before my hand is resting on your thigh.

You tense up for a beat, then you spread your legs apart slightly, a cue for me to keep going. I'm already rushing to unzip your pants. My hands slip inside of your pants and a whisper of a moan slips past my lips when my fingers immediately feel the warmth of your flesh; you're not wearing any underwear under your uniform. No wonder that bulge was so thick, so well-defined.

I free you from your pants and the heat in my pussy flares up when I finally see the cock I've been dreaming of for years. It's long--I sure won't be able to deep-throat that...--and has a wonderful curve. Your balls are full and round, your silvery bush is trimmed short. I can't wait and grasp your erection, my pussy clenching when I feel how

thick

you are.

Precum slicks my hand after only a few strokes. Hungry, I'm taking in everything while I slowly stroke you. I savor the length and girth of your cock in my hand. The fat ridge on the underside of your cock swells against my fingers. I squeeze on an upstroke and your cock twitches hard in my grasp. I'm wetter with every stroke, every squeeze.

I've been so distracted by the look and feel and

exhilaration

of stroking you that I'm shocked to realize we're already pulling up to my house. The car hasn't even fully stopped yet and I'm tearing my seatbelt off.

How many times have I fantasized about tasting you? My mouth is watering. Just jerking you off isn't enough--I need

more

.

My mouth is on you now, I lick the underside of your cock and then drag my tongue along the tip. You curse under your breath and moan when I take the head into my mouth and start sucking, then slowly bob my head to take in more of your length. I continue stroking you, focussing on the lower part of your shaft and sometimes caressing your balls; I love feeling them tense up.

Your hands still grip the steering wheel, white-knuckled. Your breathing speeds up. I can feel your cock gradually swelling in my mouth and the sparse twitches and throbs come faster. As if to command you to let go, I start sucking harder, moving faster. I'm starving to taste more of you.

Finally, you unravel and choke out a warning. One hand weaves through my hair and holds my head down just as your release tears through you. You cry out and your cock spasms in my mouth, pumping out wave after wave of cum. I swallow as fast as I can and somehow manage to keep up, hardly spilling anything. I suck and stroke until you have nothing left to give.

I pull off of you and lick a few stray drops of cum from my lips. My cheeks flush a deep red and my mind races.

Did I really just--

I'm still terribly aroused, but realization [... post-suck clarity?] slams into me. Before you even have time to stuff yourself back into your pants, I stammer out a "Thanks for the ride!" and bolt out of the car, down the driveway, and into my house.

I slam the door shut and slump back against it. My chest is heaving, my pussy is dripping. I'll have to take care of this with some private time tonight. And tomorrow. And forever... This is something I'll never forget.