A 4 Am Quicie at a Bus Station

The other night, I was waiting for a late bus home. It was around 4am. I was alone in the small waiting area, sitting on a cold metal bench, which was touching my bare skin that was exposed between my blue velvet dress and my white stockings.

Earlier, I was at an exclusive night club with a few friends, and I just wanted to get home. But the bus was delayed and I felt a bit uneasy staying here by myself so late at night.

After around 20 minutes of being completely alone, I got startled when a guy sat himself down a few seats away from me. It was a man in his 30s, long dark hair, strong jaw and light linen trousers. I tried not to stare, but I think he caught me a few times looking at him. I was kind of nervous, but also drawn to him...

I don't know exactly why, but I wanted some kind of attention from him, maybe to break the silence, or maybe because the night was a bit boring and I was seeking some sort of thrill.

Anyway, I started moving around on my chair and stretching myself out, until I noticed him looking at me. I couldnt take the silence anymore, so I said "I think the bus is late". He nodded and just said, "Yeah, if it even comes at all." I smiled a bit, then looked down to my shoes embarrassed.

Then silence again.

But that tiny bit of talk made things more charged. Like we acknowledged each others presence. I noticed his eyes going over my body, checking out my legs, my boobs. I tried to act normal, but my body started moving nervously...

After a while he stood up and went to a small vending machine. When he came back, he stood right in front of me with two water bottles saying "Want one?". I was so surprised that I couldn't even answer, but just smiled, stretched my hand out to take the bottle and thanked him.

Without saying another word, he sat himself right next to me and was close enough that our thighs touched.

While I was taking a sip, I felt his hand moving lightly on my thigh. I froze for a second, but then I looked into his confident eyes and just felt like allowing it. It made me feel wanted and desired and I needed that.

His hand moved a bit higher... And I remember thinking: Is this wrong? Well, probably. But it felt so good, so alive.

He leaned in without saying a word. His fingers moved further up, touching me on the inside of my thighs. I opened my legs a bit more to let him know that I wanted it.

Meanwhile, I let my hands move on top of his bulge. It felt so hard that my chest started pumping. It was so out of character for me, but I felt like I would die if I didnt get more.

He reached under my skirt and moved my underwear aside... Then, he gently slid his rough fingers inside of me. I bit my lip and tilted my head back. It felt so fucking good that I moved my hips harder towards his hand.

Then, his other hand moved under my top, grabbing and squeezing my boobs softly... But I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me, right there on that bench.

Without a word, I leaned closer to him and unbuttoned his jeans... My fingers fumbled because I was so worked up. But he helped until I had his hard cock in my hand.

He pulled me up and moved me on top of his lap, before he entered me with a thrust... It felt sooo fucking good.

With his hands he moved me up and down with speed, until he tightened his grip at some point and I felt him come right inside of me. I let out a little scream when I came shortly after, while he was still inside of me.... But then, I noticed a light coming closer to the bus station, so I quickly moved back onto my seat. And I tried to act as if nothing had happened, but my legs were still shaking like crazy.

It was the bus. And when we moved inside, it was once again, as if we were two strangers. I sat myself on one of the very front seats, while he sat himself somewhere at the back of the bus...