Ch 9 - The Return of Johnson
The bus driver stared at her, but shut the door behind her and drove on after she paid her fare. She sat up near the front in the bench seats that could be folded up to provide space for wheelchairs.
As the bus drove along and made its stops, a young man got on and sat across from her. After he sat down he suddenly saw her and his jaw dropped open. She smiled at him. Then she arched her back and stretched, yawning, and her DD breasts jutted out in front of her, she looked over at him, and somehow managed to avoid laughing as his eyes seemed to get as big as saucers. She pretended to look out the front window, but slowly spread her legs further and further apart.
She loved this! She glanced over at the young man. He was definitely younger than her--a teenager. He wasn't even looking at her face--he was staring up her dress!
She reveled in her exhibitionism. The bus stopped hard at a light that changed quickly, and she used that as an excuse to spread her legs wide, lurching to the side to pretend she did so as a result of the stop.
She glanced quickly over at the young man, and was delighted to see his mouth wide open, his eyes were enormous, and tunnel-vision focused on her wet exposed pussy.
She realized she had to close her legs a little or else the bus driver might notice what's going on. But she squirmed in her seat--wishing the young man sitting across from her would come over and fuck her. Only her fear of being arrested prevented her from crossing over and sitting in his lap. She glanced over again and confirmed he apparently had a raging hard-on. She would unzip his pants, and straddle his cock until he was buried in her sopping cunt. She imagined herself fucking him, sitting on his lap, her dress pushed up around her waist, his hands grasping her ass, her dress pulled down from her tits, his lips locked on one of her nipples.
She was forced to assume a more modest seat as the bus stopped and several people from the rear of the bus got off. She realized the next stop was her old stop, and decided to get off there. She pulled the cord to signal a bus stop and stood up.
Seeing another chance to tease the young man, she stood as close to him as possible while holding the poles in the bus. As the bus bumped and lurched, she made sure her thighs brushed up against his legs and her tush waved in his face.
She got off at the bus stop and started walking. It was unseasonably warm, but still chilly--it was December after all. However, Amber's blood was racing, and she barely felt the chill. Not knowing where else to go, she traced her steps as if she were still working at the Dahlia Lounge. This took her through the "Red Light District".
She walked past a porno shop. As she looked at the display, she saw large posters for the latest Amber Butterfly DVD. She looked at it a moment. She toyed with the idea of walking in and taking a closer look, but decided against it. She moved on.
As she walked, she was conscious of stares from people. There were sailors here and there--with their "Crackerjack" uniforms and "Dixie Cup" hats. A Navy ship must be in port. She realized now that she didn't have a clue where she was going or what she was looking for. She had a vague idea of meeting up with a guy, shit--she didn't even have any money to get in a club.
She thought of going to "The Sapphire Lounge"--at least that was one place where being a porn star didn't seem likely to get her fired. Might bring in more customers actually. She HAD to get a job. She was getting desperate, and it's not as if she had a reputation to protect any longer. Besides, after flashing the young man on the bus she realized that she was turned on by people looking at her body. She headed that direction.
"Looking for a date?" a voice asked her.
She turned and saw a sailor walking beside her. She knew right away what he wanted of course. A year ago she would not have.
"Uhhh--I don't know..." she replied uncertainly.
"Come on! Please. I've been at sea for months!" he replied despondently. "I've got the worst case of blue balls I've ever had!"
How could she refuse? She was desperate for sex herself. They were figuratively "in the same boat"!
"Um. Okay--sure," she said.
"How much for a blowjob?" he asked.
How much? She absolutely had no clue what the going rate was for a blowjob. What to charge? She didn't want to drive him off by asking too much.
"Um--how about twenty bucks?" she asked uncertainly.
"Is that all? You got a deal! Do you have a place nearby?"
Now she wished she had asked for more--but her primary motive was sex, not money.
"Uh--No! Don't you?" she replied.
"I can't take you on my ship!" he snorted back.
"Oh, that's right--um..." she stopped suddenly by an alleyway.
"Down here," she said decisively, walking down the alleyway.
"In an alley?" he asked uncertainly as he followed her.
"What do you expect for twenty bucks!" she snapped.
The sailor got over his hesitation quickly.
"Over here," she led him over by a dumpster.
She pulled down the top of her cocktail dress until her tits sprang free, appreciating his facial expression. She let him feel them for a minute, then she knelt before him. The grit and hard pavement was hard on her knees, but she was already breathing hard in anticipation of finally having a cock down her throat after so many months. She pulled his jumper top up a little bit to get at his trousers. What she saw astonished her. She had never encountered a sailor's jumper trousers before.
"What the fuck?" she gasped in astonishment. There was not an ordinary belt on the sailors trousers. There was a flap, about eight inches to a side, attached at the bottom, and held on the sides and top by no less than 13 buttons. Amber had never seen a Naval "Cracker Jack" uniform up close.
"What the Hell do you do if you have to pee real bad?" she asked as she stared at the buttons with disbelief.
" You just make sure you get into the bathroom in plenty of time," he chuckled as he reached down to help her unbutton them.
Shortly she had his flap down, and a strap across the beltline could be left buttoned to hold the trousers up. Once the flap down, the uniform was perfect for blowjob purposes. If it weren't for all the buttons, one might think it was designed just for this purpose. Too bad the flap wasn't attached with Velcro instead of 13 buttons.
The poor guy was so stiff it was hard to extract his cock out of his underwear. Then she had it out. She sighed with pleasure as she stroked the leathery skin of his stiff cock. It felt good just to have a stiff cock in her hand again. She rubbed her thumb on the soft spongy head. She pulled it up some and reached under to pull out the sailor's balls.
Ah, he had a big pair of balls! They were obviously swollen, so she gingerly massaged them. She had to have them in her mouth. She pulled one into her mouth, looking up to watch his reaction as she sucked on it. He was definitely enjoying it!
She spit out his testicle and took the other one in her mouth, holding his dick up against his belly to keep it out of the way. She loved watching his face as she did this. She was anxious to get his cock in her mouth though, so she spit out his nut and his cock back down. She examined the head in the dim light and flicked her tongue around, again looking up to watch his reaction.
She paused until she made sure he was watching her, then she opened her mouth wide and slid her lips down his cock shaft.
He moaned with impatience and thrust forward--she held her hand up against his groin to signal him to be patient. He pulled her lips off his cock for a minute and told him to be still. He nodded, biting his lip.
She smiled up at him and returned her focus to his cock. She licked her tongue up the underside of his prick, and the wrapped her mouth around the side of his shaft and slid her mouth up and down, and then repeated this action on the other side, and then slid her mouth and took his spongy cock head back into her mouth and sucked on it gently, flicking her tongue on the slit at the tip.
She pulled her mouth off again and stroked his erection a few times, then opening her mouth wide, she slid his cock back in, this time going deep. She was gratified to her him gasp with pleasure, and this time she kept it in her mouth, and started bobbing her head back and forth slowly, stroking his cock at the base with her hand
Sweet Jesus she loved giving head! She felt her pussy contract and juice up even more. Why did giving a blowjob turn her on so much? Maybe it was the act of giving pleasure--knowing that she was turning someone on, giving them an orgasm, making them cum.
These thoughts made her hotter, and she sucked off the sailor with increasing enthusiasm, eager for his cum.
Back and forth her head went, wet lips sliding up and down the sailor's shaft, faster and faster, going deeper. The sounds of her slurping and sucking seemed to echo in the alleyway.
She pulled off for a minute to catch her breath, though she continued stroking him rapidly.
"Oh baby, your cock is so tasty," she moaned up at him. "I want your cum--just let her rip--okay?"
He nodded, panting, and grasped her head to direct her mouth back on to his organ. She started moving her head up and down, lips sealed around his cock. She turned her head to the side a bit, causing his cock head to push out her cheek. Back and forth she went, moaning and swirling her tongue around his shaft, stroking him hard with her hand. The sailor cried out suddenly, and involuntarily started thrusting in her mouth.
Then he stopped, and she felt his first cum spurts hit the back of her throat. She stroked him, milking him, encouraging him to continue cumming, and he continued to do so, and she had to swallow quickly to keep up with him. Her mouth was full of cum, and streams of his jism were starting to run out her lips and down her chin. She decided to direct his last shots on to her tits, and pulled him out of her mouth. This action caused a lot of cum to spill out and down over her chin, and as she continued stroking, his hot jism sprayed her on her exposed tits.
Finally he was drained, and Amber sighed with pleasure as his cock slipped from her lips, and she started rubbing the cum into her tits as if it were a lotion.
"Jesus Christ," the sailor exclaimed. "That was the best blowjob I've ever had."
Amber smiled up at him, and reached to stroke his flaccid cock. She was proud of her cock-sucking skill. Her cunt was throbbing though and desperately needed attention.
"That was some great love juice baby. Maybe I can breathe some more life in you and you can fuck me for no extra charge?" she suggested.
"HOLY SHIT" the sailor suddenly yelled.
She looked with astonishment as the sailor suddenly pulled away from her and bolted down the alleyway, his now-limp cock bouncing up and down before him. Did she scare him away?
Flashing red and blue lights on the other side suddenly alerted her as to the reason for his flight. A floodlight caught her cold, still on her knees, the sailor's cum on her lips and chin and all over her bare tits. There was no running for her, she realized right away, as the two cops got out the cruiser and approached her. She was busted.
She stood up and pulled her dress back up over her tits and watched apprehensively as the two cops approached her. The bright lights of the cruiser silhouetted them--they were young, trim and the nightsticks dangled from their sides. She backed up a little until her back bumped up against the dumpster.
The cops were looking down the alley at the fleeing john.
"Should we go after him?" one of them asked.
"Naw, he's too far away--I can't even see where he went now," the other replied.
They turned their attention to Amber.
"You're taking a big risk working this block. If Seritta catches you, she'd tear your eyes out."
One of them said to her.
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
They both laughed.
