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: Greyhound
:
:
:
:
: When I first saw him I felt the little tingle just below the elastic of my
: panties that told me I wanted him. I wanted to feel his fingers probe
: between
: the swelling, ginger fringed outer lips of my pussy to stroke my clit; to
: taste
: his lips with the tip of my tongue; to know the aroma of his pubic hair; to
: feel the round knob of his maleness both in my mouth and in my pussy.
:
: I was waiting in the dusk for a Greyhound bus to take me home from college
: and when I looked up at the sound of the bus there he was looking at me
: through
: the misty bus window. His hair was dark and a little too long; his eyes were
: sharp but touched with sadness and that is a combination that is deadly.
: When
: our eyes met he smiled admiringly, but it was a smile without hope. I get
: that
: look a lot. Male eyes run over me, take in my long legs, my shoulder length
: red hair, my green eyes, my slender body, and my firm titties, and they want
: me,
: but the next instant those eyes go cloudy with the thought that they can not
: have me; that I am too pretty; that I will reject them; that I will call a
: cop. Most times they are right, but some times. . .
:
: The bus was not crowded. There were plenty of seats, but I made my way down
: the aisle, dragging my bag, to the seat beside him and I stood there for a
: moment letting him get a good look at me. I gave him a big smile then and
: ask, "Is
: this seat taken?"
:
: He was caught by surprise. I could see that he couldn't believe his luck,
: but
: was cynical enough to wonder why he had jumped so lucky. "Taken by you if
: you
: want it," he said after a little.
:
: "Thanks," I said and begin to boost my bag up to the over head rack.
:
: "Need some help?" he asked.
:
: "No thanks," I said and pushed the bag up. The effort and the lift of my
: arms
: caused my skirt to crawl up my thighs, and I could feel his eyes on me. It
: made the tingling increase and expand down from my panty tops to the top of
: my
: mons. I pushed at the bag and stepped closer to get beneath the weight of
: it.
: That put my tingling pussy about six inches from his nose. I wondered if he
: could smell the aroma of it as it warmed and dampened. Probably not, but the
: thought made it warm and dampen even more.
:
: At last I settled beside him and we made some small talk as the bus rolled
: on
: down the highway. He was a student too and on his way to the airport to go
: to
: California.
:
: "I always wanted to go to California," I said. "I would like to go to the
: beach."
:
: "You'd look great in a bikini."
:
: I put a wicked twist into my smile. "I have a thong bikini," I whispered and
: giggled, "but I haven't gotten up the guts to wear it yet."
:
: He smiled in return and dropped his hand into his lap, trying to hide a
: growing hard on. I made a point of looking at his fly and when he saw the
: direction
: of my eyes he blushed, but the lump in his jeans got harder to hide. I
: thought about saying something about it, or maybe just reaching out and
: putting my
: hand on it, but that kind of thing scares some guys, no matter how they deny
: it, and I didn't want to scare this one.
:
: After a little more talk I decided to let him stew and think about my thong
: bikini. I pulled a book out of my purse and began to read. It is FEAR OF
: FLYING
: and I chuckled a little as I read. He asked why.
:
: "The 'Zipless Fuck'" I answered and laughed at the look on his face.
:
: "What's that?" he asked.
:
: "It's where two strangers meet and make love and separate without ever even
: knowing each others names."
:
: "Well, that's interesting. You ever done it?"
:
: "No," I told him, though I had.
:
: "Would you consider doing it?"
:
: I shrugged and made sure my hair draped over my face a little. "Depends on
: the guy."
:
: "Ah," he said and shut up. I expected him to pursue the subject, but he
: didn't, so I went back to reading.
:
: It was growing dark and I tried to flip on the reading light, but it didn't
: work so I put the book away and let the back of my seat down its three
: inches
: that are supposed to make you more comfortable and closed my eyes. I was
: disappointed and frustrated that my seat mate hadn't risen to the bait, but
: it was
: still a long way to Memphis. I let my knees fall open little by little as I
: pretended to go to sleep. Through my slightly open eye lids I could see him
: considering, so I let my knees fall open a little more, but I couldn't open
: my legs
: a lot more and still pretend it was accidental. . . .
:
: . . . And then I felt the first gentle touch of his hand on my knee. It was
: just a brush that could have been accidental, but he left it there against
: the
: outside of my right knee for a little while to see if I was going to
: suddenly
: wake up, or scream, or call the driver or what, but I didn't do anything.
: After a little he moved his hand inside my thigh and up under my skirt a
: little.
: His fingers were warm through the nylon of my stockings, and his fingernail
: brushing up and down the material against my skin sent a chill up my leg.
: The
: electricity of his touch made my pussy wet. The crotch of my panties was
: getting
: flooded. I could hardly wait for his fingers to reach it, to stroke the
: soaking Vee with my pussy beneath.
:
: He caressed a little higher. He was probably expecting panty hose, but he
: was
: going to find the top of my high reach stocking in another inch or two, and
: when his fingers slipped from the rough weave of the nylon top onto the
: silky
: flesh of my thigh he exhaled as though I had just touched the tip of my
: tongue
: to the tip of his maleness. It was all I could do to keep my eyes closed and
: my hips still.
:
: The feel of my flesh made him bolder and he slid his hand all the way up to
: my crotch. My panties were already sticky with desire. If he hadn't known I
: was
: faking sleep before he certainly did now, so I opened my eyes and looked
: into
: his.
:
: Surprise at being caught with his hand almost down a strange ladies panties
: stopped him dead. The soaked crotch of my panties told him I didn't exactly
: hate what he was doing, but my open eyes didn't exactly reassure him either.
: He
: did not know whether to pull his hand away or push his finger under the lacy
: elastic leg opening and into my pussy.
:
: I smiled and brushed his lips with mine, then dropped my hand into his lap.
: I
: had to push his hand out of the way to get my finger onto the lump in his
: pants. I squeezed gently and his breath caught with the pressure.
:
: I straightened up a little to check if anyone had noticed what we were
: doing.
: No one was near us. The bus was dark except for one reading light toward the
: front. I reached for the waist of his jeans and found that he wasn't wearing
: a
: belt. It was easy to unbutton the button and pull down his zipper. His
: manhood was straining against the white jockey shorts so hard I was afraid I
: might
: hurt him getting it free. The heat of it radiated up into my hand and made
: my
: nipples harden in sympathy. My thighs were slippery with the honey of love.
: His
: fingers stroked my flesh as if coated with oil.
:
: I pushed my hand inside the elastic waist of his shorts. His pubic hair was
: not wiry but soft. It tickled my palm as I pushed passed it and my finger
: tips
: touched the place where his maleness connected. I caught my breath at the
: thickness of it. The heat and hardness of it radiated up my arm and made my
: mouth
: tingle. My tongue had the copper taste of anticipation upon it. With my
: other
: hand I pulled the waist band open and lifted his straining masculus free.
: The
: sight of his aching, beautiful, circumcised virility, and his fingers
: sliding
: between the lips of my pussy made my breath catch. He stroked from the top
: of
: my pubic triangle down between the lips, stopping for a breath at my
: swelling
: clitty. I clamped my teeth on my lip to stop the moan that was in my throat
: from escaping. A flickering image swept through my thoughts; my hands
: tangled in
: his dark hair, pulling his face tighter into my femininity as my hips jumped
: forward to meet his pointed tongue.
:
: I made a loose tube of my fingers and stroked slowly from the scarlet knob o
: f
: his member down to its nest of curls. The stroke distracted him from my
: little nubbin. His fingers stopped, but my sensitive inner flower felt them
: tremble. His proud tower throbbed in my hand and swelled more. With a gentle
: squeeze
: I stroked back toward the tip. He closed his eyes and his lips opened in a
: silent moan.
:
: My stroke squeezed a crystalline drop from his maleness. I smiled, then
: leaned over and touched my tongue to the slit. The salty slippery taste of
: it made
: a pang of sexual hunger race from the tip of my tongue up and down my body.
: I
: curled my tongue around the swollen head, and spiraled it down to his glans.
: His hips thrust up, pushing him deeper into my mouth, but I had been ready
: for
: that, and when it came I tightened my lips and pressed my tongue against the
: underside ridge and drew my mouth all the way back up to the tip. The
: rhythmic
: spasms that meant he was close to spending his silvery essence in my mouth
: began and I pulled away before they could grow too strong.
:
: "Oh God!" he said. "Why did you stop?"
:
: "Because I want more. I want to lick your nipples and put my tongue into
: that
: little place right where your balls fold down. The place where the root of
: your manhood is?"
:
: He blinked and swallowed. I smiled.
:
: "I want to push my finger into you as I tickle your maleness with my tongue.
: And I want you to have your face where your fingers are now. I want to run
: my
: fingers through your hair while you taste the love honey soaked into my
: panties, and put the tip of your tongue so deep into me that I lose control
: of
: myself and pee in your mouth. You understand?"
:
: "A 'Zipless Fuck'?"
:
: "Yes. Zipless."
:
: "I understand," he said.
:
: My sister was out of town so I took him to her house.
:
: "I have to call California," he said when we got there. "They are expecting
: me. I'll reverse the charges."
:
: "All right. The phone is on that table."
:
: He went to it, sat in the chair beside it, and dialed the Operator, but
: hardly took his eyes off me.
:
: I stood a few feet away and began unbuttoning my blouse. His eyes sparked
: with wanting as he saw that my nipples were hard and poked like baby finger
: tips
: against the soft silk of my camisole. I ran my fingers around the points
: feeling the smoothness of the silk and the electricity of my own touch. I
: pinched
: my nipples and felt the pressure deep beneath my Vee of fine red pubic hair.
: It
: gave me an idea. I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was
: left standing before him wearing white camisole, light blue bikini panties
: stained several shades darker between my legs, and smoke colored high reach
: stockings. He licked his lips as his eyes ran up and down my body. I smiled.
:
: The Operator put his call through.
:
: I stepped closer. His nose was on a level with my navel. His eyes went to
: the
: darker stain of my panties as he talked and he licked his lips again.
:
: I lifted my right leg and put my foot upon the table beside the phone, and
: tilted my pelvis so that my wet, aromatic panties were only an inch from his
: mouth. The warm exhalation of his breath as he talked caressed and cooled
: the
: damp inside of my thigh.
:
: He hung up the phone and, in one fluid movement brought his hands up behind
: my bottom, clutched it, and pulled my pussy hard against his mouth. He bit
: gently into the fleshy swell of it then licked the soaked triangle of my
: panties.
:
: "Oh it tastes so good!" he said. "Just the smell of it almost makes me cum."
:
: I laughed deep in my throat and dropped my foot to the floor. "Then you had
: better stop that," I said. "Come along with me." I pulled him to his feet.
:
: His hands slid up my bottom and under the back of my camisole. He pulled me
: tight against his body and the pressure of it, the hardness of his muscles
: as
: well as the hardness of his manhood, made my knees feel weak. I wanted to
: fall
: onto my back there on the floor beside the telephone and feel his iron
: masculus driving into me.
:
: He felt my knees begin to buckle and scooped me up in his arms. "Where?" he
: asked.
:
: "There," I said and pointed to the bedroom.
:
: He placed me gently on the bed and brought his hands up from my back to my
: titties, lifting my camisole with a flip of his wrists, and when he saw my
: pointed pink nipples, just a little darker than the surrounding flesh, he
: let out a
: sigh. After a moment of admiring them he gently stroked his hands over them,
: not tweaking or pinching, but stroking so that the pointy sensitivity of
: them
: made little circles in the palms of his hands.
:
: "Take off your clothes," I said. "I want to see you all hard and straining."
:
: He smiled and stepped back. He kicked off his shoes then began unbuttoning
: his shirt slowly, like a stripper. His chest was broad, but not like a
: weight
: lifter. The muscles were well defined but their lines were blurred by
: masculine
: hair which started thick between and above his chest muscles and thinned
: toward the sides. A line of hair ran down the center of his belly and
: plunged
: beneath the top of his jeans. He flipped his shirt away and began
: unbuttoning his
: jeans.
:
: I twirled my fingers around my nipples as I watched him strip and when he
: began slipping his jeans down I slid my right hand down my tummy and under
: my
: panty top. The feel of my damp pubic hair against my hand made me pull my
: knees
: up so that my finger tip could reach my clitty. I began flicking the hard
: little nub which had swollen out of its nest and felt the pulsing, clenching
: of my
: muscles as a climax approached.
:
: He stopped to watch me play with myself still wearing his jockey shorts
: which
: were straining to keep his swollen cock restrained.
:
: "Don't stop," I said. "I want to see you naked. Quick. Quick. I want to see
: you naked when I come."
:
: He pulled his briefs down, kicked them away and stood with legs slightly
: apart. His cock shaft was red and the head of it was purple. His balls were
: drawn
: up tight into the thick curls of his pubic hair behind the extension of his
: dick which bobbed and pulsed with desire. Once again there was a crystalline
: drop forming at the end. "Touch it," I said. "Stroke yourself."
:
: "I'll come if I stroke much," he said, sliding his circled fingers from the
: head down to the base.
:
: "Just make sure you squirt on me, then I'll let you lick it off."
:
: "Oh my God," He groaned and stroked himself again.
:
: The groan and sight of his throbbing were enough to drive me over the top. I
: could not keep my eyes from closing with the intensity of the pleasure, and
: that made me miss the first spasm of his release, but I felt the spat of his
: cream between my titties and opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my
: knees
: stroking himself. His thick silvery cum fountained in repeated jets, most of
: it falling on my tummy, but some squirting so hard that some drops reached
: my
: face.
:
: I still twiddled my clit and sight and feel of his warm gobs of cum falling
: onto my body, and the taste of some that had squirted onto my lips made me
: climax yet again.
:
: Without even a breath passing he grabbed my panties by the waist band and
: tore them from my body. His eyes were blaze filled points of wanting which
: stabbed my pussy. My pubic hair was soaked and plastered to my flesh in dark
: red
: ringlets. With my legs open as far as possible the lips were open so that
: his
: eyes could see deep into me. My clitty was swollen and protruding like a
: scale
: model of the still ridged dick which bobbed between his legs.
:
: "Taste it," I commanded.
:
: He fell to his knees at the foot of the bed and pulled me toward him so that
: my bottom was almost off the bed. I put my heels up on his shoulders and he
: put his mouth over my open, dripping sex. His tongue flicked and darted over
: it
: running from my asshole to the top of my pubic hair. He nibbled and nipped
: with his teeth on the fleshy swelling of my outer pussy lips and stroked and
: sucked at my bright red pouting inner lips. The swelling, shivering,
: clenching
: spasms of climax crashed through me. He held my thighs hard so as to keep me
: tight against his mouth while the explosion racked me and made my hips hump
: wildly, but when the spasms began to subside he didn't release me. Instead
: he began
: to lick my body, stopping at each glob of his cum that lay on my tummy and
: titties and licking up each of those cloudy white splots as though they were
: vanilla pudding.
:
: When his mouth reached my mouth he ran his tongue over my lips and then the
: point of it darted in to duel with my tongue. The taste of his cum and the
: taste of my love honey were mixed on his mouth and the taste made my hips
: begin to
: jump against him. My legs lifted and locked around his waist. He reached
: down
: and slipped his thick cock into me. It was a tight fit and the ridge of
: flesh
: just behind the head brushed that corduroy ridge inside me that is called
: the
: G spot. I screamed with the explosive pleasure of it and kept screaming as
: he
: drove himself into me over and over and over. I could feel the pounding of
: his cock against the back of my womb; the thump of his pelvis against mine;
: the
: slap of his balls against the cheeks of my bottom.
:
: After what could have been an hour or a few moments of his pounding into me
: his cock suddenly swelled yet larger and his whole body tensed in the
: embrace
: of my arms and legs. Rhythmic swelling, clenching, spurting! His warm liquid
: essence was like ocean waves crashing inside me. He cried out with each
: geyser,
: and my pussy clenched to echo each spasm as my own orgasm racked my body.
:
: His back arched like a man in seizure with the last spurt and he collapsed
: on
: to me as the tide of pleasure eased. It frightened me, but he was so in tune
: with me that he felt my prickle of fear and lifted his weight off me onto
: his
: elbows and knees, but didn't pull his still stiff, but now shrinking manhood
: out of me.
:
: "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you. . . it was just so. . . " he
: stopped, unable to find the word.
:
: "Yeah, SO!" I tightened my arms and legs around him.
:
: After a moment he pulled himself out of me, and lay on his back beside me.
: Though spent, he still gently caressed me. He stroked my wet pubic hair and
: slippery thighs, sometimes letting his finger slide into my womb and even
: into my
: anus. I pulled my knees up to make it easier for him. His maleness, almost
: soft now, was shiny and wet with both my juice and his and the way it looked
: made
: me want to taste it. I sat up and lifted his cock with my fingers. It was
: sticky/slick and stirred a little at the pressure.
:
: "I don't know if there's anything left," he said.
:
: "I'll find out," I said and took the head of it in my mouth. The taste was
: salty sweet like salt-water taffy, mixed with my own ancient sea musk, and
: it
: made the tightening tingle begin again deep inside me.
:
: His cock was still small enough that I could easily take it all in my mouth
: so I did. I slowly drew my tightened lips from the base up the length to the
: head, then sucked it back into my mouth as I slid my lips back toward its
: base.
: As I sucked and stroked I brought my index finger down and, ever so slowly,
: circled it around his balls until they drew up tight. His member was
: stiffening
: again now. He picked up his knees and opened them so that I could rub the
: smooth sensitive area behind his balls.
:
: I laughed as he opened himself to me. His cock was still in my mouth and the
: vibration of my laugh made him moan. I slipped it out and said, "Looks like
: there is some more after all."
:
: "Seems like. Turn around and straddle my mouth."
:
: "69! My favorite number, " I said and did as he told me. I put one knee on
: each side of his face and he brought his arms around my waist and stroked
: his
: fingers up and down my spine from the small of my back down between my
: bottom
: cheeks as far as he could reach, and as he stroked with his fingers he began
: to
: stroke with his tongue. From the top of my slit to my anus he licked in a
: steady rhythm.
:
: I tried to ignore the silken stroke of his tongue and went back to sucking
: his now swollen member. I couldn't take the whole thing in my mouth now, but
: continued to go as far down the shaft as I could without gagging myself and,
: as I
: stroked and sucked, I separated his muscular ass cheeks and exposed the
: puckery flower of his anus. The whole area was wet and slick with our
: combined
: juices and now with the saliva which leaked from my mouth as I sucked his
: cock so
: I had no trouble slipping my finger into him. I pushed it in passed the
: knuckle and began to
:
: circle it and pump it gently in and out. He tilted his pelvis up and lifted
: his knees higher, never stopping the steady rhythm of his licking. Though I
: was
: distracted by his maleness and the control I had over him, it was becoming
: harder and harder to ignore his tongue. He dropped his arms and brought his
: hands up beneath me to my titties and began stroking and squeezing them. He
: squeezed hard and pinched the hardened nipples between his fingers and it
: might have
: hurt at some other time, but now the luscious pain only made my pussy hotter
: and his tongue strokes more fiery.
:
: I sucked harder and plunged my finger deeper into his ass and suddenly his
: wonderful tongue stopped stroking and drove itself into my ass as if to
: answer
: my finger's probing. At the same time he pinched my nipples hard and closed
: his
: thighs on each side of my head.
:
: My explosion was completely out of control. My hips humped his mouth and I
: felt the hiss of my liquid gift as it squeezed out of me.
:
: "Oh yes!" he cried! "Oh yes! Pee for me baby! Pee for me. . . ." and his
: tongue licked madly.
:
: My orgasm was so huge that I lost all coordination and could not continue to
: suck him, but as soon as my spasms began to recede I began to suck hard and
: pump with my finger. I felt the clenching around my finger first then the
: swelling and twitching of his dick as he came. There was almost no liquid.
: He had
: spent most of that earlier, but the clenching, humping, bucking of his body
: was
: stronger than it had yet been and he groaned with the pleasure of it.
:
: I collapsed completely, my face between his legs, my oozing dripping pussy
: full in his face. Neither of us could move; only sleep.
:
: I took him to the airport the next morning and watched as he walked down the
: corridor toward the plane. He turned before going through the gate and
: lifted
: his hand. I did not know his name; he did not know mine. Completely
: Zipless --
: except that now each time I see a Greyhound bus I feel a tingling just below
: the elastic of my panties, and every time I ride the bus I look for those
: sharp, sad eyes and that dark hair that is just a little too long.
:
:
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