Sabine and I? Part 1 – [MMF] [PUBLIC] [QUICKY]

Inspired by “Camille Jones vs Fedde Le Grand – The Creeps”.
Your comments to my questions can decide if there is a part 2 and what it will be about.

Hello fellow readers, I am interested in your opinion. My name is Georg Offenbach, I usually take the bus to work. And there’s this gorgeous brunette… but I think I should start from the beginning.

I’m in my late thirties, stand slightly aboce six feet, work as a graduate engineer for a manufacturer of large construction vehicles in development and 3rd level support, keep myself physically fit without being a muscle man, my neat short haircut shows the first grey hairs, am happily married with two great kids. We were able to afford our big house with a large garden and pool thanks to an inheritance, the debts from the renovation will be paid off next year, the house is in a remote, quiet village, but we only have a small car and my wife needs it to drive the children to school.

So I take the free company bus to go to work. This is the first stop of the bus so we have to be at the bus stop already at 5:45am. And by “we” I mean Mike from assembly and Sabine from the secretary’s office.

Mike is a little power dwarf in his early thirties, just five feet two inches tall, short bleach-blond stubble hair but shaped like a bodybuilder. He’s always witty, talks about his adventure holidays, likes to pay for a round, likes to bum a cigarette. He tends to be a bit primitive, but as a passenger on the bus he’s absolutely fine.

Sabine is a real cream puff. Standing at five feet four inches, mid-twenties, long straight blonde hair, almost perfect dream curves, a discreetly round butt, slim waist, bust between C and D. And her outfits! As soon as the weather permits, she dresses up in a figure-hugging way, flirts discreetly with the men. She always suggests the classy hussy without crossing an invisible line.

Last Friday I woke up a little too early. I set the alarm wrong, prepared drowsily for work and then, on the way to the bus, I realised that I was half an hour early. Well, it was quite a warm night for the time of year, the sun was just starting to rise, so I decided to wait for the bus at the bus stop, enjoying the sunrise.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Sabine. She walked some hundred yards in front of me into the little waiting booth at the bus stop. She looked really sexy, like something out of a “Sexy Secretaries” theme calendar, her hair tied up in a high pony. She was wearing a dark grey and black pencil skirt, black nylons underneath, black high heels, a white casual blouse with the décolleté quite opened up, and a little dark grey and black jacket. She had put on a little too much make-up yet it was just suitable for the office. Her subtly reddened and full lips were a real eye-catcher.

I was pleasantly surprised that she was already there, looking forward to a little chit-chat and gave her a warm greeting: “Hello Sabine, what brings you to the bus stop so early?

“Oh, Georg? You here? At this hour?” – she was obviously completely surprised to meet me so early in the morning.

” Yeah, I set my alarm wrong and thought I’d enjoy the sunrise. And you?”

“I, uh, yeah, am out a little early too. Er… I’m waiting for Mike.”

“Oh, don’t tell me there’s something going on between you two? Anything serious?”

“No” she giggled “we’re just meeting for the bus. Nothing serious. Oh, hello Mike!” she interrupts our conversation and turns to Mike who has just entered the little bus shelter.

“Oh, hello Georg.” Mike grumbled unexpectedly disappointed and then joyfully “Hello Sabine!”

Patting Sabine’s bottom, he continued “Well Sabine, we’ll have to skip it today then, won’t we?”

With an understanding smile I said “you don’t have to hold back because of me”.

I was actually expecting them to flirt or smooch a bit and wanted to say “I can leave you alone for a while” but it didn’t came to that.

“Hey, thanks Georg!” Mike grinned and waved at me with two fingers. Then he walked behind Sabine, pushed up her skirt, Sabine giggled and winked cheekily at me and bent over so that she could hold on to the ticket machine.

She wore no panties over her stockings, was just bare and open!

Mike rubbed his cock through his trousers against her butt a few times, then unpacked his cock, spat into his hand, lubricated Sabine’s womanhood and his manhood with his hand. And I stood there with my mouth open while Sabine threw her jacket on the bench and lifted her breasts out of her blouse!

And already Mike was forcing himself into Sabine. Slowly at first, then faster. At first Sabine looked at me with a cheeky grin, but as the pace increased, her facial expressions slipped and she began to moan softly. Nevertheless, our eyes remained fixed, we gazed at each other as she was shaken by harder and faster thrusts. The two of them engaged in a stormy quicky in front of me, Mike was obviously experienced in ramming her, his loins by now slapping loudly and powerfully against Sabine, her breasts bouncing wildly as she continued to look me straight in my eyes!

After two minutes Sabine let out a suppressed scream, swept through by a shattering orgasm, closed her eyes. Mike paused until Sabine calmed down. They exchanged a few words and then he started to pound her thoroughly again!

By now I could feel my cock bulging my trousers and began to think about how much I would give to join in. Money? My marriage? My life so far?

Now it was Mike’s turn to cum! He moaned heartily, penetrated Sabine deeply and paused, trembling all over. Sabine giggled while gently rubbing herself against Mike, still looking provocatively into my eyes, licking her red lips!

After a while, Mike pulled out of Sabine, packed his dick away, they both kissed briefly, before Mike stood next to her, stroking her bare bottom under her pushed up skirt. By now I had a hard boner, had intense manly needs.

I fancied Sabine glanced at the bulge in my trousers and then winked at me.

“Would it be OK for you if I took Sabine for a spin next?” I heard myself say. Had I really just said that? My family, my life, was it worth it?

Yes, it was worth it!

Mike looked questioningly at Sabine, she looked back at him.

“Ok.” said Sabine with a smile “if you don’t mind stirring in Mike’s cream…”

Mike gave me a thumbs up and stepped aside “Don’t worry dude, we’re just fuck buddies. Give her a good banging!”

With a grin, I positioned myself behind Sabine, looking between her spread legs at her wet, dripping hole. After I had loosened my trousers, my hard boner jumped against her buttocks, already twitching in avid anticipation.

A quick bend of the knees, up again and I was already inside Sabine! Damn, that felt good! Her warm wet pussy was a sharp contrast to the fresh morning air! I started to move carefully inside her, just slightly from the hips until I found the right rhythm. After a while I got the hang of it, reaching around and gently cupping her breasts, playing with her breasts, her nipples as I slowly worked my way deeper into her wet, creamy hole.

“Get going, we don’t have much time, the bus will arrive in ten minutes!” a deep-breathing Sabine reminded me. “Hurry up!”

“We will take the time for me to get to your good spot. Tell me where it’ s good for you.” I whispered back. She began to coo softly, hinting at what she liked. After a little trial and error, I had explored her sufficiently, guessed where and what pleased her.

“Now Sabine, if you like this we will finish it just like this, ok?”

She hummed in agreement and I began to fuck her neatly to her spot. The thrusts were less violent than with Mike but very well aimed, her breasts warm and soft in my hands, my cock working her slippery, warm, soft pussy!

Sabine repeadetly trembled under my attack, moaned and groaned softly, her pussy contracting rhythmically around my phallus, I knew exactly how to do her, brought her to orgasm repeatedly!

After two minutes I reached my limit. I lost control. It was just too good, too new! My balls twitched, my juices boiled, two more thrusts, then I noticed how my testicles contracted, my potent, fertile man-juice mixed together in a complicated biochemical process and pumped through my hard boner deep into Sabine!

As if in a trance, I noticed that I was pressing Sabine against me, Sabine was pressing herself against me, her pussy was kneading me, milking me, her depth was sucking me up, my love juice! We were shaken for long moments by a violent orgasm, letting our lust slowly run out….

“The bus is coming! Freshen up!” shouted Mike.

Sabine and I startled, separated hastily, packed away our cocks, breasts and pussies. I took a cloth handkerchief out of my bag for Sabine, she pushed her tits properly under her blouse, and the bus stopped, the door opened and the driver greeted us, “Howdy, hop in.”

I passed the hanky to Sabine, she got into the bus, Mike and I following. We took a seat in the back of the bus, Sabine sitting opposite us, while the bus started to move.

“Sabine, thank you…”

“Sh!” whispered Sabine. “Don’t mention that to anyone. It’s our secret little early morning exercise and it’s nobody’s business”. Mike nodded in agreement. Meanwhile Sabine put one leg on the seat next to her, opened herself up underneath and cleaned her creamy pussy thoroughly and revealingly before our eyes with my hanky.

When she had finished after a minute, we were already approaching the next stop. She handed me back my fully creamed hanky with the words, “A little souvenir.”

And now for my questions, what should I do next?

Was this a one-time thing, should I remain faithful to my family?
Should I confess to my wife, ask her to forgive me?

Wouldn’t a normal man be disgusted to fuck a pussy that is full of someone else’s cream?

What do you think Sabine expects from me now?
What kind of person is she deep inside?
How will we deal with each other in the future?

Is she on the pill? Probably yes, but I think we should use a condom next time, shouldn’t we?

Should I regularly go to the bus station early, regularly empty my balls into her, go for a daily quicky? I mean, it was great but I don’t know how Sabine and Mike will react in the long run.

Or is there more to it, an affair, a few hot nights, a real relationship?

Maybe we could do something at work?
I have my own office and she works only three doors down.
Maybe she wants to work for me?

What else can you think of?

Yours, Georg Offenbach.

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