My fiancée and I set out early Monday morning to catch our 9am greyhound bus. We were heading down from Canada to the United States for a week long visit at my folk's house in Atlanta, Georgia. The bus ride was 28 hour long but plane tickets were simply to expensive so we grabbed our bags and vowed to make the most of the trip.
John told me he wanted to make a last minute call in the terminal and that I should get on the bus without him, that he'd come soon and that I was to "play along." I didn't know what John meant but I knew better than to question him, so I gave the bus driver my ticket and climbed on board choosing a seat towards the back.
Several other people got on the bus but it was empty for the most part. Finally John got on the bus he had changed his shirt and switched from glasses to contacts. I was curious but caught on very quickly when he approached me and said "excuse me miss, is this seat taken?"
I smiled slightly and told him it wasn't, realizing the role play we were now involved in. I turned away from the "stranger" and looked out the window imagining all the fun this 28 hour long ride would bring us.
A half hour pasted before I turned back to face the man sitting next to me. He had gotten out a newspaper and was flipping through the sport section. I looked him over as if I'd never seen him before. Short brown hair, light brown eyes, a nice smile, I was trying to size up his weight and height when he turned and looked at me catching me in my gaze.
"The name is John..." he extended his hand to me, as I told him my name was Chrissy. He folded the paper and set it aside and asked me the usual questions, where are you going how old are you... He told me he was heading for business down in Atlanta and thought it was coincidental I was heading there too. It was hard for me not to laugh; he seemed so into his role.
We talked for quite a bit first about our general life then into more personal topics. He told me he had a fiancée at home but that it was a long..... trip with endless possibilities. My cunt started to tingle with the thought. The conversation shifted to turn-ons and our favorite positions.
The sex talk and the situation started making me very horny. My thin shirt showed the outline of my hard nipples and I shifted frequently in my seat trying to get relief to my now aching pussy.
The stranger asked me my wildest fantasy and I described an erotic threesome scene, two girls and a guy fucking, sucking and licking... He leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear "Don't just sit there girl make yourself useful look at the bulge you just caused in my jeans"
He reached for my hand and set it down over his now throbbing cock. I started to rub it through his jeans. Sliding my hand down the length, pushing slightly causing a groan to escape his lips.
He started tweaking my nipples with one hand, and with the other he pulled my head close to his to share a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I dove my tongue into his, consumed with tasting this stranger and exploring his mouth slowly and sensuously.
