Bus Stop by Telephoneman
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Bus Stop.
There was about a dozen of us in the bar. The usual Friday night crowd,
straight from work. I loved these evenings. There were only two other the rest were gorgeous woman. At 50 I was twice the average age of
the rest and therefore enjoyed it twice as much too.
As usual the subject got round to sex. Karen, our project manager, was
always the leader, forever trying to embarrass the others, especially me
being male and older. Karen was tall well-built girl, 5’9” with all the
right curves.
She brought up the subject of sexual fantasies. Karen went first. Her
fantasy caused little surprise. She wanted a group of sexy men, hypnotised
to do her bidding. Most of the others had predictable fantasies. Both and a couple of the wanted threesomes with two of the opposite sex.
Two of the wanted sex with a total stranger and three had rape
fantasies. Their idea of rape was by a of their choosing and done
without violence. This caused a few arguments, which the wisely kept
out of.
Sally, the last to go, chose sex in a public place. This was the
surprising one, for Sally was by far the shyest of the group. To my eye she was also the prettiest with light brown hair framing an elfin face.
She was 25 and whilst most of the other had physically peaked, Sally,
I felt certain, would continue to improve for a decade or more. She was
slim with small to medium sized and a deliciously tight arse. She
concluded her choice by saying ‘Of course I would never actually do it in
public’. The others all agreed, none could imagine this timid woman
doing anything so daring. I on the other hand had the delightful image of
her naked in a public place with MY cock buried in her pussy. It set my
mind working. If I read Sally right she was a lot stronger than her shy
exterior showed.
It was about three weeks later when I had the chance to test my theory.
Sally had given a presentation after work in the conference room. We work
in central London and our conference room is on a mezzanine floor with
large windows looking out on to the street. Although the window could not
be seen from the street, there was a bus stop directly outside. Any
passenger on the upper deck could see straight into the room. I stayed
after the presentation to help Sally clear away. As we were working I
asked. ‘You remember when we were talking fantasies the other week?’ Sally
nodded but looked a little puzzled at the sudden change of subject.
‘Were you serious?’ I pressed.
‘Yes’ she answered a little hesitantly, ‘Why?’
‘Come here a moment’ I asked and I led her to the window. I stood
behind her as a bus stopped outside, about six feet from the window. A
couple of the passengers looked directly at us.
‘I’ve thought about you and your fantasy a lot.’ Sally turned sharply to
look at me. ‘I think this room is perfect’ I continued. ‘Look at him
giving you the eye’ I pointed over her shoulder to a on the bus
as it pulled away. I remained silent for the next few minutes giving Sally
chance to respond. The risk of a slap was there but the possible prize was
worth that risk. By the time the next bus arrived Sally had not responded
but she still stood in front of me looking out of the window. Once again
bored on the bus focused on the pretty body a few feet away in
the office.
I put my hands on Sally’s hips and asked ‘what do you think they’re
thinking’ One of the had noticed my action and was now watching Sally
intently. I moved my hands to her slim waist and caressed her. The man’s
eyes were locked on us and when the bus moved away the look of
disappointment on his face was startling, even to me.
‘Did you see his face’ I laughed.
‘He was watching me so absorbedly he didn’t want to go. It felt so
strange’ Sally’s voice was somehow different. I wouldn’t go as far as
saying she was excited but something stirred her.
Another bus drew up and once again jaded eyes searched out any
stimulation. I watched the passengers; a couple and three
middle-aged women look toward us. The kept his attention on
Sally. I chose this moment to move my hands to feel her through
the silk blouse she wore. I felt Sally’s body tense and I hoped I hadn’t
miscalculated. The on the bus also reacted. The surprise on his face
was clear as I tugged at the beside him. Soon they were both staring
at Sally as my hands fondled her soft breasts. Sally also reacted to their
gaze by relaxing and whispering ‘God! Look at them staring.’ Her voice was
becoming hoarse as she realised the effect of our actions to the passing
voyeurs. As that bus once more joined London’s hectic traffic I began to
play with her nipples. Sally leaned back against me. It was a minute or
so before the next bus arrived.
This time it was quite full and most of the passengers on our side of
the bus caught sight of where my hands were. About fifteen pairs of eyes
were locked on my hands as I began to unbutton her blouse. I pulled it out
of her skirt and opened it to display Sally’s fabulous breasts, barely
supported by a small lacy bra. Sally was watching the watchers with the
same intensity and her breathing gave away her mounting excitement. To my
delight her bra fastened at the front. I quickly unfastened it and moved
the cups away. I resisted the temptation to immediately cup her naked
breasts preferring to give our audience a glimpse of her sexy flesh. As
the bus pulled away we could see necks straining to get that extra look.
With nobody to watch I held her feeling their weight before rubbing
her nipples with the palm of my hand. Sally’s low moan became louder as I
pinched her already erect nipples.
I was so busy with her and kissing her neck that I failed to
notice the next bus arrive. Sally whispered ‘Next scene’ I turned Sally
around so that we were side on to the passengers and I bent to take one of
Sally’s magnificent into my mouth. I turned to look at the bus as
best I could. I had a dozen eyes return my gaze. In the windows’
reflection I could see that Sally was staring straight at the passengers. I
concentrated on her as I used my tongue to lick a nipple before
sucking it deep into my mouth, giving it a light bite before moving on to a
repeat on her other breast. A mixture of my actions and her audience had
Sally in rapture. As the passengers continued their journey Sally pulled
me up and positioned me behind her pulling my hands back to her breasts.
She obviously loved to show herself. I started to move my hand down her
stomach but as I reached her skirt Sally pulled my hand back up to her
belly ‘Not yet’ she murmured. I was happy enough to nibble her neck and
fondle her breasts.
Another bus arrived and we both looked at our new spectators. Within a
few seconds all eyes were on Sally and she took hold of my hand and guided
it down ‘Now’ she ordered. I realised that she did not want to start
anything until we had an audience. I cupped her crotch through the material of her skirt. Although I could feel little Sally responded to the
pressure with a very long and loud cry. The looks on the faces of the
passers by was amazing as they witnessed not just my actions but also the
ecstasy on Sally’s face as well as her half-naked body. I pulled the skirt
up and gripped her through the thinner layer of her tights. Once
again my actions were accompanied by loud moans of pleasure. As yet
another bus left Sally ordered me to remove her tights. As I knelt down to
obey Sally kicked off her shoes. I slid my hands up the outside of her
long thighs and gripped the top of her tights and pulled them down. I
don’t think she meant for her to join them but I did and a few
seconds later she stepped out of all her underclothes. I also noticed that
Sally had removed her blouse and bra.
Whatever happened, Sally seemed determined to face the window. I didn’t
care I just wanted to taste her pussy. I moved round in front of her
and lifted her skirt up. Her hair was long and and I thought
unusually not trimmed. I ran my fingers through it searching for the
hidden valley below. She parted her legs allowing me my first glimpse of
her swollen lips. I put my mouth to her lips and my tongue probed
for her clit. Simultaneously my finger probed her wet cunt, pushing deep
into her hot body. I spent a long time finger fucking her as my mouth and
tongue tormented her womanly bud. I was unaware and unconcerned about who
was watching. When her Orgasm came Sally screamed in ecstasy, her hands
pushing me harder onto her pussy. She later told me that she had to wait
for an audience before she would let herself come.
As I stood up I saw a bus just about to pull up. I moved Sally to the
window and told her to lean forward with her hands on the glass. The
latest set of passengers was shocked to see this semi-naked woman
just a few feet from their eyes. I quickly kicked off my shoes and
unfastened my trousers before removing them. My cock was as hard as it has
ever been as I raised the back of Sally’s dress in search of her hot, wet
pussy. Sally bent lower giving me easier access to my goal. I slid into
her wet in one fluid movement. I deliberately stared at a woman
aboard the bus as I entered Sally. The realising I was looking
straight at her blushed, but her eyes never left mine. I watched her
intently as I thrust hard and fast into the sexy body before me. My eyes
told her that I wanted to fuck her the same way. I was oblivious to the
other passengers aware only of Sally’s tight squeezing my cock with
each thrust and the on the bus watching my every action. It was my
turn to feel disappointment when the bus left.
With no audience for either of us we just fucked. One hand was holding
her waist the other stroking her clit. We both felt my approaching climax
and it was Sally that grunted ‘Not yet, wait for the next bus’ I eased
back, content for a few minutes to fuck Sally with long, slow strokes.
Once again as soon as our guests arrived Sally came. Her screams of
pleasure must have carried to the passengers. I put both hands onto her
hips and began to thrust faster.
‘Do you want to take your skirt off?’ I managed to ask, keen on the idea
of coming into her totally naked body displayed to our viewers.
‘Ohh Yess!’ Sally croaked. I slowed my thrusts as I unzipped her skirt.
My cock felt betrayed as I removed it from her juicy hot cunt. Her skirt
fell to the floor and I quickly re-entered her waiting pussy. As her skirt
dropped and her naked was shown to the passengers we both watched
them. The surprise and lust in their eyes enhanced our own pleasure.
Twenty or so hard thrusts later I was spurting my own come deep into her
cunt.
As this bus left we were both spent. We managed to sit down in chairs
with backs to the window.
‘That was so much better than I ever imagined’ Sally managed to say.
I too was surprised at Sally’s response but was amazed at my own. I’d
planned this because I wanted to fuck Sally not because I was an
exhibitionist but I had to admit it added so much to the actual sex, which
was bloody good anyway. ‘You can say that again’ I responded.
We spent thirty or so surreal minutes discussing our responses. Sally
was still totally nude whilst I wore just a shirt. Sally’s prime word was
amazed, at what I suggested, at her reaction, at her compliance, at the
passengers’ reactions and at her excitement.
By this time I wanted to try it again but Sally was having none of it.
I’ve got to finish clearing this room and I’ve got a boyfriend waiting for
me. This latter was yet another surprise. We got dressed dodging between
buses this time and I left her to finish clearing up.
As I walked out the door I could not help noticing a lovely feminine
figure. She had her back to me but what a back. Long slender legs
disappearing beneath a short skirt. The skirt barely hid a delectable arse
and ended at a slender waist.
Extremely aroused from earlier I thought ‘Nice, very nice’ As I closed
the office door she turned around. Her face was more than a match for her
body. She was young, about 21 with long hair. Her beautiful face
stirred a memory. As she saw me walking towards her, a hesitant smile
crossed her face and I suddenly realised why she looked familiar. She was
the on the bus. I felt a sudden panic and looked around for police or
boyfriend. She saw the panic on my face and said ‘Hi’ in such a way I knew
she wasn’t a threat.
‘Hi’ I responded not knowing what else to say to this lovely stranger. ‘I hope we didn’t offend you’ I started.
She’d obviously planned exactly what she was going to say and she said
in one long continuous statement ‘No I was so excited. All my friends say
I’m so boring that I never do anything on impulse. That my whole life is
planned out meticulously and when I saw you in there I realised what they
meant. I want some of that fervour. You looked as if you were making love
to me at the same time as the girl’
‘I was’ I interrupted.
‘Oh’ she said before carrying on. ‘I just had to get off the bus and
see you. I’ve started to run away half a dozen times but was determined to
wait for you. I just hoped you’d be alone and not with your girlfriend.’
‘She’s not my girlfriend’ I said simply. ‘Look do you want to go for a
drink or something?’
‘Please’ she answered meekly. Then, rediscovering her newly found
bravery, added ‘I’ve got a bottle of wine at home if you like’
I looked at her. Her internal fight against her natural temerity was
delightful. She looked so and vulnerable. ‘I’d love to’ I replied
meaning it.
We walked the half-mile to her small flat. I found her name was
Elizabeth but preferred Beth. She was actually 19 and a fulltime student.
I told her about myself, divorced with three kids and I mentioned my
vasectomy in passing. I wanted this but was not going to push it. I
also explained how the event she’d witnessed developed.
Once she as on her own territory Beth relaxed somewhat, so I asked ‘Beth
you still haven’t told me why you came back tonight. You’ve said about
being impetuous for a change but to wait for a stranger you’ve just seen
fucking another woman is more than impetuous. Don’t get me wrong, I’m
certainly not complaining about beautiful women inviting me back to
their flats’
Beth blushed slightly but chose to ignore the compliment ‘I can’t answer
because I don’t know. I don’t usually go for so it’s not that. I
think it was your eyes. They made feel as if I was in there with you. It
was as if you were making love to me not her’, she said repeating her
earlier statement.
‘I wasn’t making love to Sally, I was fucking her’ I stressed and then
looking directly into her eyes I said ‘but I do want to make love to you’
‘I know’ she replied ‘and I want you to’. She came to sit on my lap and
kissed me. Her kiss lacked experience but that in itself was stimulating.
I returned her kiss with a tenderness I’d not shown to Sally.
‘You’re still a virgin’ I stated.
‘Yes’ she answered shyly ‘how did you know?’
‘It doesn’t matter’ I replied and pulled her soft mouth to mine again.
My tongue found hers and they dueled for supremacy. A simple kiss from
Beth had aroused me as much as a naked Sally had done and for the second
time that evening I was as hard as rock. I desperately wanted to make love
to Beth but I also wanted her to remember the moment. A bed was the only
place to do this. I reluctantly broke the kiss and said to Beth ‘I’m going
to take you to bed and make love to you’. She nodded and stood up. She
led me to her bedroom and turned to face me waiting.
I used my hands to stroke her face, running my fingers through her
blonde tresses. Our eyes locked as they had done when she was on the bus.
Close up I was lost in their sparkling blue. I leaned forward to plant a
brief kiss on each eyelid. My hands ran down to her firm breasts. A
murmur of approval escaped Beth’s sweet lips. I took hold of her tee and lifted it over her willing head. The bra swiftly followed. I stepped
back to admire her pert breasts. Their size and Beth’s youth meant that
there was no trace of sag. Her nipples too were small but not yet erect.
Each bit of her body was as beautiful as the last. I stood behind her and
quickly stripped off all my clothes before cupping each whilst I
kissed the top of her head. My hands easily took the whole of the in and their softness of texture was exquisite.
I rolled each nipple between my thumb and index finger, squeezing and
relishing them as they grew. Beth was sighing as the waves of pleasure
rolled over her tender body. I pushed my rigid cock into the crack of her
firm buttocks. My hand left the sensual bliss of her to undo her
skirt. As the skirt dropped to floor I knelt down behind her and removed
her tights and until she was standing naked before me.
The rear view I’d seen when leaving the office had been delightful but
now without clothes to hinder me I let my eyes linger on her fantastic
figure.
‘You’re unbelievably beautiful’ I told her as my hands caressed her
arse. They squeezed and massaged each buttock my fingers tracing down her
crack to her little puckered hole. My hands moved on to her thighs leaving
her arse for my mouth’s attention. As I was licking her arse my fingers
began to probe her pussy. She was already extremely wet. I stroked her
clit before gently entering her body, my fingers searching for her hymen. I
pushed further in, past where I expected to find a barrier. Beth stopped
moaning long enough to tell me her hymen had broke years ago when she
forever riding her horse.
My fingers now soaking in her juices returned to her clit whilst my
tongue continued to explore her rear.
‘Take me now’ she asked. When I continued to rub her clit she begged
‘Please. Now. My pussy’s on fire.’
I stood up and was about to lay her on the bed when I spotted the
dressing table with its large mirror. I led Beth to it and told her to
rest her hands on top. I then positioned my cock at the entrance to her
virgin and looked into her eyes through the mirror. The position was
similar to the one I’d been in with Sally. The mirror meant that Beth
could watch as she had before yet could experience Sally’s position. Beth
quickly appreciated this and when our eyes met as they had on the bus I
thrust my aching cock into her tight cunt. I watched Beth’s eyes widen as
she felt a hard cock inside for the first time.
She was almost immediately wet enough for me to enter her fully and I
was quickly plunging my engorged manhood into her as fast and hard as I
could. Our eyes never left each other, the pleasure in her eyes was so
wonderful to behold. I was about to reach for her clit when Beth’s Orgasm
hit her. Her body went rigid and she let out a moan of intense
satisfaction. I continued to pump in and out of her desperate to join her
in ecstasy. My own Orgasm was just as intense as I felt my cock propelling
load after load of come into her body.
‘That was wonderful’ Beth said, ‘It was exactly what I thought it should
be when I was on the bus. THAT was why I went back to your office. Don’t
ask me why but I seemed to know’
I was still recovering my breath so didn’t answer. We were still
staring into each other’s eyes through the mirror. It was as if we were
destined for this moment. We just looked at each other until my softening
cock dropped from Beth’s wet pussy. This broke the spell and we lay down
side by side on the bed. We kissed with the tenderness of tong term lovers
and huddled our naked bodies tight together. Words were not required as we
drifted off to sleep.
When we woke up I introduced Beth to the delights of oral sex before
making love to her once more.
That was over a month ago. Sally and me talked the following day when
she said what happened was a real delight but could not be repeated. I
readily agreed and now Sally treats me to the biggest smile every morning.
Beth and I have seen each other every single day since that momentous
evening. The physical passion is, if anything, higher than before but when
our eyes meet the rest of the world disappears. When that electricity
fades then I’ll know its time to relinquish my lover until then ...
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