It was one of my usual weekend trips to Brighton. After a hectic week in London, Brighton was the place for me to relax. I knew no one in London by the Sea as its called.
As I boarded the bus at Victoria Coach Station, I noted one open seat next to a young lady sitting by the window in the last row.
"May I," I asked her. She smiled at me with approval, as I took my seat next to her. It was somewhat akward sitting down, as my skirt slipped up. I had no idea if she even noticed it. She returned to her book, as I brought out mine. I was able to see the cover of her book,
Carol
by Patricia Highsmith.
I let her read for several minutes when I couldn't hold back any longer and asked her if she liked the book. I told her I had read it many years ago and was a great fan of Highsmith.
"I am also a great admirer of her works," was her reply.
"Yes, she was a powerful, daring writer," I replied.
Before we knew it we introduced each other.
"I am Angela."
"I am Amanda."
We shook hands and continued our conversation. Amanda kept looking at my lap. My skirt was embarrassingly short. She kept looking at me again and again. I smiled at her and bluntly but tactfully asked her about her sexual orientation. The question aroused her. Her nipples became erect as did mine. Since I don't wear bras, my nipples were more pronounced.
We were moving along quickly. We both felt the chemistry. I took her hand, put it on my lap and covered us with a newspaper that was left in a seatpocket in front of us. Amanda and I looked at each other. I leaned back in my seat as Amanda's hand reached under my skirt. It was all done discreetly. I opened my legs a bit for her deep touch. I looked at her, seeing her glazed over eyes. Her beautiful face turning a radiant red. She explored more, something I didn't expect.
I had planned to enjoy the ocean, therefore had shaved the night before.
I looked at Amanda's face, somewhat sweaty now, her eyes closed as she explored more of me. I opened my thighs wider, didn't have to say much as I felt one of her long slim fingers caress around my pussy lips.
Was she agressive or was she in need of love?
Then she pulled back, the teasing sweet bitch.
"Sorry about it all," she said in a apologetic tone.
I responded with a kiss, a deep tongue kiss, as I unzipped her jeans and pushed my hand gently in reaching for her pussy that was without panty. I couldn't believe what I heard.
"Make me cum, make me cum on the bus, please, I love the fucking risk, love it."
I love taking risks in public. I didn't care if she had done this with others, at this moment it was my turn.
Amanda slid down a bit further in her seat and slightly lowered her jeans below the waistline. I saw the top of her silky hair patch. It was trimmed beautifully. Seeing it I leaned towards her lips again, licked around them, then pushed my tongue into her hot wet mouth.
I had to have her. Now I was the agressor and .......
"OOOHHHhh," I heard her moan. She moaned more as I pushed three fingers into her wet pussy. It was dripping with her juices wetting down my fingers. I pulled them out of her excited cunt and smeared them over her lips. She sucked my fingers into her mouth, kept licking them, all around my fingers, which turned me on again. I controlled myself hoping that we would meet again in Brighton.
It was more then I hoped for. Before we reached our destination she asked me where I was residing. Told her at the
