Bus Home Run [MF dream]

She smelled before she saw him. And what she saw confirmed his fragrance. Linda was certain he hadn’t shared her bus home before. Most days 5:15 to home. People were more varied in the afternoon. He was young 20s, tall and kind of rangy, not skinny though. His hair was shaved thin on the sides and blonder and long on top.

His shirt was loose, and she glimpsed the sharp curve of his smooth pectoral. She was feeling that flutter, that clenching below. He sat in front and glanced at her, smiled, turned and sat faced away.
Her mind wandered, his arms round her shoulders, kissing her deeply. His height made her crane up, neck exposed, his hand drifting to her bum. She let him possess her. She melted in his arms, muscles firm against her body, under her hands. She rocked her hip sensing then feeling the thickening dick in the loose trousers. He moaned into her mouth. She so needed this. She felt his hand knead her breast, sure her wetness obvious.

Glancing around alone on the upper deck, she let hand drop to his tumescent member, fumbling for the fly. He released her and deftly lowered his pants and boxers to his ankles. She looked around the bus and sat reaching for this cock. She withdraws the foreskin a little and deftly licks the bead of pre-come. The bus stopped. It was afternoon, shouldn’t be too many getting on but they froze. Her lips parted in anticipation. The bus restarted, he rocked toward her.

He shivered as she took him in. Her fingers searched under her skirt and her knicker elastic. As soon as she disturbed her mons she felt a drip run down her thigh. Oh yes, she felt more enflamed if possible. He lifted her to her knees on the seat facing rearward and kissed her. His hand unveiled her read, she spread her knees wider on the seat, his fingers outlining her clit through Linda’s sopping knicker gusset then pulling it aside, resting his thumb by her sensitive rosebud.

He moved behind her, kissing her neck and she felt his wet heft against her thigh. Her free hand languidly massaged his cock against her dripping. She stretched, spreading her slick wetness to his thumb, intimate touch. He responded, his thick thumb pad floating over her anus.

He was rocking his hips, cock sliding low, nudging her clit deliciously. She captured his cock head between her fore- and middle- fingers tugging, willing his entrance. She was fit to explode. That exquisite slipping began then-

The bus stopped, squeak of air brakes. Linda’s eyes remained squeezed shut willing herself back into the daydream. Little fleck of saliva chilled at the corner of her mouth. She opened her eyes. Shit, last stop. She stood, clumsily, her hand cinched under her skirt, a tissue balled in it. The top deck was deserted.

Christ, what a horny dream as she negotiated the steps and on to the cold street. Linda was returning home. Her mum was bringing the kids and Tom might be home already. He was a good provider and lover but Linda had no complaint. Jeez she was revved up, he was certainly in for a workout tonight.

She looked at her hand and the balled tissue – something blue in it. She pulled it open, writing, unfamiliar name “Daryl 07912 154 567 ?”. WTF, she was napping, but how the hell?
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