Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader.
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Oscar got back on the bus and took his seat again before the new passengers were allowed to board. He had already been on the bus for six hundred miles and had another nine hundred miles of his journey ahead of him. After a few stops to stretch and have a meal he was relaxed and settled into his seat. The other passengers who have shared the ride with him became fewer as his journey progressed. Some left and others joined at every stop along the way.
Empty seats dotted the bus. He had someone sitting next to him for the last two hundred and sixteen miles. They had fun playing cards and swapping stories but it was the end of the line for his two hundred mile friend and the seat next to Oscar was now vacant.
He heard an announcement over the loudspeakers that new passengers were ready to board the bus. He watched with scant attention as the line of passengers stepped up to let the driver take their tickets.
At this stop there were only eight new passengers and Oscar immediately noticed the small Vietnamese woman hand her ticket to the driver just before going out of his view through the window.
Oscar turned his eyes to the front of the bus and leaned out over the aisle just a little to watch her as she walked from the front of the bus toward him. She had on a long dark grey coat which had silver fur along the hem and front and it extended around her neck.
There were a few seats open and he was surprised that she wanted to sit next to him but since the seat that was open was the last of the window seats he welcomed her by standing to let her in when she asked if the seat was taken. Her coat opened in front showing her red sweater and black skirt.
"No maam, This seat is yours if you want it." Oscar said and stepped out into the isle in his dirty blue jeans and brown suede jacket to let her pass. The long strands of buckskin dangled from his chest, back and sleeves of the jacket as he moved his arm to point to the vacant space.
If he had worn a hat he would have removed it for her. His open right hand pointed to the seat. He held another hand over his heart as he let Tia in to sit down. He noticed that she wore black nylon stockings and black and white running shoes.
Tia tucked her carry on bag and purse down by her feet and sat still with her long coat wrapped around her petite body. He sat back down happy to be next to her.
"I'm Oscar. How far are you going?" He said and offered his hand for shaking.
"I'm Tia. I am going to L.A." She replied.
"Really? Me too!" Oscar said and was at a loss for words. He just looked into her beautiful dark Asian eyes and she returned the look for a few moments before she became uncomfortable with his staring. Tia turned her attention to her purse.
She picked it up and removed a small mirror. A quick glance at her reflection assured her that he wasn't looking at anything out of the ordinary on her face. She assumed he stared because hadn't seen many Asian women and put the mirror back and her purse and down on the floor of the bus again.
The large bus lurched slowly out of the station. After a few minutes of drifting past the street lamps of the small town at night they engaged the long dark highway. They proceeded along cutting through the darkness near the speed limit.
Oscar tried to make small talk with Tia. She tried to answer him with short phrases or sentences and not carry on a long conversation with any answer.
Tia leaned forward and pulled a CD player from her bag. She put on some headphones and clicked the unit to listen. Oscar realized that his conversation with her would have to wait.
He looked around the bus and sat comfortably with his thoughts to himself. He knew they would have nine hundred miles together as long as the only window seat for her was next to him.
Oscar was content to wait and pleased himself by watching her small foot dangle at the end of her petite leg. He wondered what her toes looked like without those running shoes covering them. He moved his foot up to compare size of feet and shook his head and grinned at the relative smallness of her body.
His mind wandered as he closed his eyes to imagine other parts of her body and wondered about her other petite features. He marveled at the thought of touching such a perfect miniature person as his traveling companion.
Tia listened to music and lightly hummed with tunes keeping the melody in her throat as they zipped along the highway. Gradually she drifted off to sleep with the music still filling her ears.
Oscar didn't notice when sleep overcame his body. He noticed only waking up an hour or so later. They were still miles from the next stop and Tia sat very relaxed next to him. The CD player had fallen from her open fingers and lay wedged between the seat and her thigh.
Her head was held up only by the glass of the window as it pressed on her forehead. She was most definitely asleep.
The coat she had around her was open down the front. Oscar's mind was always full of naughty thoughts and he decided to act on this one because it intrigued him. Oscar imagined what her skin would feel like and put his left hand under his right arm pit to be sure it was warm before he slipped it under her sweater.
He lightly moved her coat out of the way on the side closest to him. When he felt his hand was warm enough he turned his shoulders and slipped his left hand slowly under her sweater.
Oscar was hoping to touch her soft skin but when his hand reached her tummy he felt the cotton fabric of what seemed like a t-shirt under covering her beneath the sweater. He used his fingers to gently pull the shirt out of where it was tucked into her skirt.
She moved just a little but didn't wake. He stopped to be sure he hadn't disturbed her and proceeded when he was again confident that she was sleeping soundly.
His warm fingers moved under the shirt and he found the tender skin he sought. Her flat tummy touched his fingers gently and he slipped the rest of his hand under the shirt placing the palm of his hand fully against her skin.
Two of his fingers bumped into a hard object in her navel and he realized it must be jewelry in her pierced asian skin. He hoped she didn't mind his clumsy fingers and looked at her closed eyelids to be sure.
Slowly his hand moved up her tummy under her shirt and sweater. Oscar leaned down with his shoulder as his hand moved higher. He wanted to lower his elbow as his upper arm moved up her torso so he kept her skin covered. He was afraid that if she felt the draft from the cold night air on her skin she might wake before he fulfilled his naughty mission.
He was concerned that her breast were much higher on her chest than he imagined as his hand moved up and he hadn't run into the material he imagined to be her bra.
His surprise was complete when he moved his hand over slightly to her left and bumped across her nipple. He gently caressed the soft mound under his hand thankful that she wore no chest support and it occurred to him that it must be the t-shirt must be the replacement for the bra.
Her petite features included a nice but small breast on her narrow chest. He knew she must have another one on the other side and slowly slid across her chest to find a mirrored sample of the one he found first. He caressed it softly and she kept her eyelids closed as his cock grew hard thinking of what he was doing.
The thought that flashed through his mind was impossible to do at that moment. If he could get his hand out quickly and lick his thumb and fore finger he could add the proper amount of lubricant to comfortably massage her nipple to hardness.
He realized that even if he tried to execute that plan the cold wet fingers could wake her before he finished. He banished that thought and decided to just be gentle without any lubrication and concentrate on the nipple at hand.
Oscar captured the very soft flesh in the exact center of the small mound on the passenger next to him. She didn't move as he pinched ever so lightly focusing on giving her as much pleasure as he derived from the effort.
The skin of her soft areola began to pucker at the center as it rolled between his finger and thumb. He knew it was his touch and not the cold night air which made the soft flesh respond. He was proud of himself for a moment and felt his cock grow even harder in his pants and he proceeded.
Once her nipple was very hard from his touch he wanted to see if he could make the other one as hard and slipped his hand almost carelessly across her chest in a hurry to accomplish the task.
His hand arrived on the target of the other nipple and it had not been aroused yet even though half of her chest was standing erect enough for him to see it through her sweater. He was determined to make both nipples match.
The thumb and finger on her nipple moved her enough to bring on a very small moan in her throat. He watched her closed eyelids carefully as she made a sound in her sleep. Oscar was very satisfied that he was doing a good job and turned his attention downward.
He was bold now and slipped his hand almost too quickly down her front bumping into the top of her skirt. He used the thumb and finger of his right hand to unzip the skirt. It was loose enough now to slip his left hand into her panties.
The top of the satin material touched his fingertip as he moved inside the skirt. He slipped his hand over the smooth material and lightly cupped her vulva in his hand. Her legs were relaxed and spread just enough to get his fingers under her and he felt the end of the panties well underneath.
He realized it must be a thong as it felt like a single strand of cord going up between her cheeks. Oscar was very happy.
