I first noticed him in my first week of college when I would get the bus into the city. He had a hint of Italian in him and there was just something different about him. I had just turned 18 and as I sleepily stepped off the bus, he would be there in the station with his friends, smoke in haze around them from their cigarettes.
I was the shy girl. The one who never put their hand up in class. The one who made sure she ate her lunch in the city away from everyone.
He seemed the opposite. The one who laughed with the bus drivers. Smiled and waved at people in the street.
Maybe it was the raging hormones in my teenage blood or his rugged looks but I wanted him. The way his dark spiky hair and muscular arms made my body warm. He sent shivers down my spine just by looking at me.
In my bedroom at night I thought of him. His cheeky smile and dirty laugh as I traced my fingers over my throbbing clit. I wanted him in me.
Sometimes I would touch myself in the toilets at the bus station. Knowing he was metres from me. If only he knew.
It wasn’t until a month later I had the courage to talk to him.
It was a Monday morning and as I took a deep breath, I marched up to him confidently.
“Excuse me,” I piped up as I stood in front of him. “Which bus do I get to the university?”
He looked down at me with his dark eyes and I could feel myself burning with desire.
“Number 25,” he answered, pointing to the furthest bus stand. “The next one is mine.”
“Oh lucky me,” I grinned, eyes never leaving his.
He smiled politely back at me, took a final drag from his cigarette and stubbed it out.
“Better be going then,” he announced, walking away towards the bus.
I felt crushed. All I wanted was for him to show me a hint of interest. But there was nothing. I trudged over to the bus, scanned my ticket and sat down. I had fantasised about him for months. Imagined him slowly forcing his huge cock into my tight teenage pussy. God I wanted him.
The following day I arrived in the city and popped into the toilet, reapplying my lipstick in the mirror. Why was I trying to impress him? He didn’t care.
As I walked out of the toilets, I felt a hand grab me round the waist and pull me into another room. I tried to cry out but another giant hand covered my mouth, firmly but not hard.
Suddenly I was in a storage cupboard. And when I looked up he was stood there. It had to be a dream.
“Do you still feel lucky?” He asked me, arms crossed across his chest.
“I… erm…” I stuttered, completely speechless.
“I know you want me. I see the way you look at me. The way you spoke to me the other day,” he continued, propping a hand on my shoulder. “I hear you in the toilet when you touch yourself. I know you think about me. Wish it was me.”
“I thought you wasn’t interested,” I whispered, feeling the wetness down below.
“Of course I’m interested! I was just worried about the age. You’re a teenager and I’m 35.”
My pussy was throbbing in my drenched panties.
“I don’t care,” I gasped as I grabbed him, forcing my lips upon him.
He ripped my bag from my shoulder, throwing it onto the ground as he kissed me urgently. I deepened the kiss as he began to unbutton my blouse, my petite tits begging for his mouth.
He traced his fingers under my skirt, pulling my panties to the side as I felt his huge fingers on me. I quivered slightly as his fingers rubbed up and down my cunt, my juices leaking all over his hand. I wanted him.
Before I could take another breath, he turned me around and pressed me up against the wall, the concrete freezing against my burning cheek. I felt him lift up my skirt and I heard him unzipping his trousers. I wanted him in me.
“Are you sure you want this,” he breathed in my ear as I struggled to contain my excitement.
“Please fuck me,” I begged as he forced it into me.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, slowly moving in and out of me.
My body fluttered in ecstasy as I craned my neck round to see him. To watch him inside me. My dreams come true. Seeing me happy, he pumped quicker, his throbbing cock deep inside my tiny pussy. He grabbed my hair and breathed heavily as I arched my back, wanting to feel every inch of him. He slid in and out aggressively as I began to rub my clit, moaning as quietly as I could. It was heaven.
“You like that,” he grunted, pounding roughly into my soaking wet cunt.”
“Yes,” I gasped, the tsunami coming. “Please don’t stop!”
He fucked me harder and clamped his hand over my mouth. I rubbed my clit faster, squeezing my eyes shut as the wave hit. He grabbed my hips hard, digging his fingers in as he swore under his breath. I felt him release inside me, filling me with his delicious cum as my legs shook in lust.
That was how I met my husband.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wkgesu/the_ride_of_my_life_mf