Happy Holidays! Naughty story. Repost by request. Strangers on a Bus You wait anxiously at the bus stop.Your nervous and consider turning around and walking away. You remind yourself what an exciting adventure this could be and convince yourself to wait. You wonder if your sunglasses and hooded sweatshirt are keeping you anonymous enough or if it is just drawing more attention. You wonder if your kidding yourself that you might be able to get away with this without anyone noticing. The bus pulls up and opens it s doors. There is no turning back now. You pay your toll and walk onto the bus. Your eyes scan back and forth as you walk to the back. Then you see what you were looking for. A man with a black hat and mirrored sunglasses just like it said on the personal add. Panic consumes you and you sit down on the closest available seat. Your mind reels back and forth from the possibility of getting caught to the exciting possibilities that await. Your pores sweat with nervousness and pussy drips from excitement. You psych yourself up and get up and sit down next to the man.You do not say a word as the instructions on the add specifiy said no words were to be exchanged and absolutely no introductions could occur. The man sits stoic and silent. He does not make an attempt to look in your direction. His large mirrored lenses seem to stare straight ahead.

Part 2 You look down and see a bulge forming on his jeans. Your hands tremble as you reach over and put your hand on the bulge squeezing gently. Your pussy drips with nervous excitement. You feel the bulge growing harder as his cock strains against his jeans. You squeeze a little tighter. You glance around the bus to make sure no one is watching as you run your hands up and down the mans bulge.Taking your hand away for a moment to unclasp his belt and unbutton his jeans you take another nervous glance around the bus. Slowly you slide his zipper down. Reaching into his jeans and feel his cock through his soft cotton boxers. You can hear the mans breathing getting a little heavy.Your pussy is aching to be touched but the man does nothing about it.You reach your hand under the waste-band of his boxers and slide your hand in nice and slow feeling his soft trimmed pubic hair. You feel the base of his hard cock straining to be free. You push your hand in a little deeper and wrap your fingers around the hard fleshy shaft. Squeezing gently you push you hand in deeper until you find the head of his cock. You feel his pre-cum dripping down your fingers. You reach over with your other hand and push his jeans and boxer down enough to pull his cock free.

Part 3 With his cock standing straight up you take another look around making sure no one is watching and no one can see through the window. You stroke his cock up and down lightly. Your aching pussy that's begging to be touched is on fire. The man reaches over and pulls your skirt back and begins to run his fingers lightly over your silk panties that are soaked in pussy juice. Your hips arch wanting more. You want to grab his hand and push his fingers deep into your hungry pussy but you hold back letting him take charge of it. He rubs a little harder each stroke sending shock-waves of pleasure through your body. You squeeze his cock a bit harder. He responds by sliding his hand under your silk panties and letting his finger slide into your wetness over your aching clit. It takes every bit of concentration not to moan. You buck your hips to intensify the effect. You suck his cock harder and faster as you feel yourself approaching orgasm. Your muscles tense and release as you succumb to orgasm ecstasy. Almost simultaneously your mouth fill with hot cum. Without thinking you swallow every drop. Without a word you sit up and adjust your clothing. He zips up and re clasps his belt buckle. He continues to stare straight ahead with his large mirrored bug eyes not saying a word. The bus pulls over to a stop and you stand up and walk off the bus. The personal add instructed to never try and contact him afterward.

I remember this. Repost?

yup

i believe he mentioned that

Well, what do you know. It was the first thing said. How about that. But by whose request, I wonder?

existence.

That's way too metaphysical for me. I just want some fuckin' french fries.

This guy?