I didn't really want to leave my friend, Mary-Beth, alone back at the folk's house. But I knew if I didn't I wouldn't be able to explore more of what life has to offer. Besides, she wanted me to go. Said that she would blame herself if I didn't go after what I believe in. Explore the world over.
After I had purchase my bus fare to Hollywood, I begin to feel the tension mounting, soon after I made my grand entrance inside the long gray bus with a dog on each side, chasing after something I had no control over. Eyes became more evident of what I have become. Straying and straining of what I had on under my tight, black leather skirt Mary bought me two days before my departure.
Planting my firm ass at the rear of the bus where I soon listen to the eerie sound the bus made just before we left the depot. Figuring out what Mary meant when she said, "You will be a star someday." Due to the roaming eyes of the sea, seated directly across the isle that seems nervous, but ready for action, at any price. As I study the blankness on his Italian face and the perky tent forming in his loose trousers that seemed fashionable for any occasion.
Eyes were getting lazy. Tired and weaken by this gentlemen's casual stares which he would casts, from time to time. In the general direction of my matching leather vest and eventually down onto my lap where I begin to perspire. Even when I close my eyes I can still see him looking over at me. Thinking out loud, of how many ways he could perform oral sex with me.
Trying desperately to rid these thoughts racing through my mind, visions of how I would want him to stroke my pussy, or directions in which my bosoms should be rotated once day turns into night.
Traveling these highways, back- roads, and back onto another route. Feeling faint and fruitful as I would awaken from a brief nap in a cold sweat and glance over my shoulder to his swelling I simply couldn't avoid not seeing...anymore!
"Miss. You ride alone?" He asks, studying the opening of my vest as if he yearns to taste the perfume, Mad Passion, from my irresistible breast size that captures his romantic lids to such perfection.
"Yes. Ah, all alone." I reply. Finding myself Staring down onto his enormous bulge, full of life, that made my knees tremble and mouth dry of such envy. Not to mention my wet pussy craving his obnoxious shaft, which makes me, tingle to the thought of me climbing aboard his vessel. Figuring out a way to examine more of him without anyone else noticing where my radiant eyes were yearning to be at, this very moment. Then realizing he was taken, from the silver ring on his finger, knowing I wouldn't like it if my spouse were to engage another member of the opposite genre. But he was different than most men I have been with. Charming, inventive, and so polite with his words. Tone that encourages me to jump his hard boner or simply direct his attention to my sheik slender legs that I unconsciously begin to expose the harder his eyes were, looking, taping into my well of life.
"I think you're a beautiful creature, Miss." He says. Again gazing atop my breasts and down onto my orchard that I wanted so desperately to give him. And reside the role of Juliet.
