Archive-name: Places/busdalls.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Leave the Driving to someone else...... The drone of the engines finally put me to sleep. When I awoke, the bus was pulling into the station in yet another small town. No one got off, but three people did get on, and after a short time, we were on our way, again. The blonde headed lady had slowly walked to the rear of the bus, and finally seated herself across the aisle from me. I gave her a small nod of the head and a brief smile. She acknowledged the nod with a smile, and sat down. Although she said nothing, she did glance at me more than once, and after we were moving, she finally leaned across the void and asked where I was headed. I replied and she said that was interesting, as she was headed to Dallas, also. To visit her daughter, her married daughter. She didn't look old enough to have a married daughter, and I told her so. She smiled at that, and said thank you to the compliment, and then looked straight ahead, silently. I made myself comfortable again, and went back to sleep. The next stop woke me up, again, and as I looked sleepily around, saw that she was looking at me. "Did you enjoy your nap?" "I guess," I replied. "I really don't remember much about it." She laughed at that, and as the bus driver said that we would be here for 15 minutes, she stood and stretched, somewhat showing off her figure, and then moved forward and off the bus. She returned about five minutes later carrying a small paper bag. After she was seated, she emptied the bag, one article at a time, laying the cans of soda, bags of chips, and a cold sandwich on the empty seat next to her. The sight of the soda cans suddenly made me very thirsty, and heaving myself up, I too stretched and made my way forward and off the bus. I got a Pepsi from the machine next to the terminal door, and after popping it open, stepped back onto the bus and returned to my seat. She had watched me as I walked back down the aisle to my seat, almost in the same manner as I had appraised the figures of women as they walked. She had smiled at me as I slid into my seat, and again after I had sat down. I had merely nodded an acknowledgement. When the bus finally pulled out of the terminal, we both settled in for the ride. With another six hours before we reached Dallas, I looked out the window as the west Texas country side slid by, and marveled at the hues in the sky as the sun set behind us. The few other passengers on the bus were several rows ahead of us, and all appeared to be either reading or sleeping. "My name is Carol," she said as she reached over and touched my arm with her hand. "Oh.." I came out of my own little world. "Nice to meet you Carol, my name is Keith." "Do you live in Dallas?" "No. At least not yet. I am going to visit a friend, and see about a job that may be waiting for me." Since she had already told me she was going to visit her married daughter, I didn't pursue the conversation. "And just what is it that you do," she asked? "I am a commercial artist," I replied. "Sometimes I get into package art work, package design, and do some things with computer graphics." "That sounds very interesting," she said. "Would you mind if I moved and sat next to you? It would make conversation a lot easier." I motioned for her to come on over, and as I started to move to the seat next to the window, she said to stay where I was, and slid in front of me and, half falling, dropped into the seat next to me. "There," she said, "that's a lot better. Now we don't have to yell at each other." I nodded my head in response. We talked a little, mostly about nothing. Finally, she was silent for a minute or two, and then making some remark about the heater in the bus being extremely efficient, she leaned forward and tugged her sweater off over her head, settling back in the seat, finally. Underneath her sweater, she had on a t-shirt, and underneath it, nothing. Her nipples were prominent against the soft fabric, and as I glanced at her, they poked out even further. She caught the glance, and then, with a smile, smoothed the fabric out, pulling it tight across her breasts. It was obvious that she was built rather well, and proud of it, too. We rode silently for a while. I sipped and finished off my Pepsi, and as I tossed the empty can into the seat behind us, she smiled at me. "Do you know the difference between kinky and perverted?" Her question caught me a little off guard. "No," I said. "But I am always glad to learn something new." "Well, kinky is where you use just a feather," she said, laughing. "And perverted is where you use the whole chicken." Her eyes were dancing as they stared into mine, trying to judge my reaction, I guess. "If that's true," I responded. "Then I guess I might be considered a pervert. Though I never really thought about it that much," I added. Again, she smiled. A knowing smile, if you know what I mean, and then she said, "me too," and laughed. Her hand moved from her lap to my knee, tracing a light circle with her fingers. I made no move to stop her, and as we rode along, her hand moved higher and closer to my crotch, and once, as the bus lurched across a bump, her hand grazed my cock. I turned to look at her, but her eyes gave away nothing, just stared into mine and seemed to say that she was doing exactly what she wanted to do. Her hand became busy again, and as she lightly rubbed my thigh, I saw in the dim light, that her nipples were even more pronounced than they had been. I moved my hand to touch them, and she moved herself so that I had full access to her breasts. Her hand was still on my leg. After teasing them through the thin fabric of the shirt, she finally tugged it out of the waist of her skirt, and pulled it up so that her breasts were exposed to my eyes and my fingers. I traced small circles around her nipples, tracing the outline of the aureole, and watched as her nipples continued to grow. Her eyes were closed now. Her head back, enjoying this stealthy exploration of her body in a semi-public setting. Her lips parted and her tongue slid out, wetting her lips, and then her tongue was gone. Her hand became busy again, rubbing my cock through my jeans, softly at first and then more vigorously. "I want to touch it," she murmured. Her hands were busy at the buckle of my belt. When she had it undone, her fingers quickly undid the button at the waist and then she was pulling the zipper down. Her hand was warm to my skin as she slid it underneath the elastic band of my shorts, and as I raised my ass up out of my seat, she tugged my jeans and shorts down, releasing my hard cock from its almost painful confinement. "It's so hard," she said, her fingers alternately stroking and then fluttering softly and sensually up and down the length of it. Her head dipped into my lap, and I felt the hot wetness of her mouth as she slid the head of my cock in between her lips. I moved a little as I felt her tongue move over the head of my cock, and then she was gently but firmly stroking the length of it with her hand, her head bobbing slowly up and down. It felt great, and as she was starting to really get into it, the bus slowed and took an exit off the interstate. She pulled her head up quickly to see what was happening, and as she realized that we were going to be stopping again any minute, she muttered some words of disgust under her breath. Then quickly dropped back down, kissed the head of my cock, and then sat up straight. I tugged my jeans back up and zipped them, but did not button the waist button. I looked over at her, and saw that her breasts were heaving, the nipples unbelievably erect, and that her face was slightly flushed. "Hold that thought," I said. She smiled. "Don't worry, I will." "Promise?" "I promise," she answered. "I just hate to have to wait, now that I am all revved up." Hell, at least she was honest about it. "I know the feeling," I replied. The driver announced that we would be in the terminal for a few minutes, and then on our way as quickly as possible. Carol finally pulled her t-shirt down when the lights came on, and after they had done some things in the luggage compartment, the driver came back aboard, closed the door, killed the inside lights, and pulled out of the terminal. As we pulled back onto the interstate, I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. Carol's hand quickly found my cock, stroking it back to full hardness, and went back down on it. Her mouth was very experienced, and as she felt me start to get close to cumming, she would back off for a minute or two, and when that moment had passed, she would go back at it with a vengeance. The second time I got close, she took it completely out of her mouth, and sat up straight in the seat. "Don't worry," she said. "I am going to finish what I started, but now I am so horny myself." As she finished speaking, she pulled the t-shirt off, stuffed it next to her, and after kicking off her knee high boots, pulled her skirt up and her panties down, then off. "Wanna fuck for a while?" "Sure," I said. "I've never done it on a bus before." "Great," she said. She layed the seat back as far as it would go, then motioned for me to slide over underneath her. I complied, then pulled my jeans down to my knees. She sat down on me, then I felt her fingers as they found my cock and guided me into her now hot wet cunt. She shivered as I slid deeper and deeper into her, and I could feel the muscles inside tighten around me. "Play with my nipples. Squeeze them hard. I love it a little rough." I did as she asked, and as I kneaded and massaged her breasts, she moaned, her cunt spasming around the cock in her cunt. Her breathing was getting a little ragged, and then she banged off a little orgasm, then another one, then another. Each a little better than the one before it. "When you get ready to cum," she said. "Let me know. I want to suck the cum out of your cock. I want to feel you cum in my mouth and taste you." Whatever she wanted. She continued to ride my cock, her cunt able and willing to accept it in its entirety. Another orgasm came and went, her cunt spasming as it did, and then the big one. I could both feel and hear her growl her delight, and squeezing both nipples hard, she put her hands over her mouth and finally let it go. It was a good one, not that there are many, if any, bad ones, and as the wave of pleasure started to subside, she slowly pulled herself up and off me. I groaned my displeasure, but as I slid back into my seat, her mouth replaced the tightness of her cunt. I leaned back in the seat reveling in the pleasure of her mouth. I cupped one breast in my hand, found the nipple and started massaging it roughly as her tongue did wicked and wonderful things to the head of my cock. She was really getting into giving me a blow job now, and as we rolled down the highway, I could feel her suction increase and the tempo of her tongue pick up. Her hand was flying up and down on my cock, jacking me up to a higher level of sensation. And then, I was cumming. A shudder racked my body as the first cum rocket exploded out of me. She made a moaning sound as she felt and tasted the first load, and worked even harder to finish the job she had started. It worked, and it was obvious that not only was she good at what she did, she really liked to suck and swallow. When I was finally through cumming, she sucked on it as it started to deflate and when she was positive that it was empty, she slid me out of her mouth, pausing to give the head a light kiss. She sat back in her seat, a small smile on her lips, and looked at me. I stared into her eyes, a smile on my face, and then leaned over and kissed her nipple. She moaned a little moan of delight, and as I continued to suck she slid her hand down and started to rub her clit. "Don't quit," she whispered in my ear. "I think the nerves in that nipple are wired directly to my clit." I kept sucking her nipple, feeling the texture of it, and out of the corner of my eye, watched as her other hand slid down to join the first one. I sucked harder, nipping it with my teeth, and as the pleasure/pain hit her, her body shuddered. I watched as two of her fingers disappeared into the hole that my cock had been in, and then my hand joined the one stroking her clit. She was moaning her delight, her hips twitching as the multitude of hands and fingers played naughtily over the sensitive folds of skin. Her back arched a little, thrusting her breast against the skin of my face, and biting a little harder on her nipple, she came. Another moan escaped her lips, louder than the others, and for a fleeting moment, I thought that maybe one of the other passengers would hear us and turn to see what was going on. The thought of being discovered was like an aphrodisiac, and I was suddenly totally turned on, again. She continued to enjoy her orgasm, and when her spasms had finally totally subsided, she sank back into the seat, sated for the moment. Grudgingly, I relinquished her nipple, and sat straight in my seat. "Thanks," she said. "I needed that." Her head turned toward me, and with a smile starting to form, she saw that I was totally erect. "Oh, do we need to do something about that," she asked, nodding toward my cock. "It would certainly be nice," I answered. "Too bad we don't have a nice big bed to play in," she said. Her hand was back on my cock. "Looks like under the current conditions, though, you will just have to settle for another blow job. That is, if you want the swelling to go down." She was smiling widely now. "Yeah, too bad about the bed. But I think a blow job would do the trick." She leaned over and licked the underside of my cock, then moved her lips softly over the head. I trembled a little, and with no preamble at all, she slid almost the entire length of me into her mouth. I could feel the head tap at the back of her mouth, and now she was going to let me face fuck her. No hands busy this time. My hips were pumping up and down, in time to her bobbing head, and for what seemed like hours, I fucked her face. She was breathing through her mouth, and every now and then, a small wet slurping sound would come to my ears. I felt her hands on my balls, massaging me, urging me to cum again, and then she dipped her head and slid me into her throat. I had heard of it, but never experienced it before, and as she kept up the tempo, I just kept on humping away. Finally, I felt myself getting close, and told her not to change anything, put my hands on her head, and humped for all I was worth. She felt the first load go off, then slid me out of her throat, and sucked as hard as she could, her hands frantically jacking me off into her hot waiting mouth. I was empty fairly quickly that time, and like before, she made sure that I was drained dry before she took me out of her mouth. I sat there reveling in the sensations of cumming, totally satisfied, and not the least concerned if the other passengers had noticed us or not. Carol lay back in the seat, her eyes closed, her breasts and cunt still exposed to my view. I slid my hand into the small triangle of pubic hair, but she pushed it away, her head shaking back and forth. Able to handle her rejection, I finally got my jeans and shorts up and was soon rebuttoned and zipped. She finally stirred from her reverie, and almost grudgingly pulled her panties up, then pulled on her boots. Finally, she pulled her t-shirt on, then lay back and closed her eyes. I smiled and lay back in my seat and went to sleep. I woke up about thirty minutes before we got to Dallas. As I came awake, I was aware that Carol's head was resting on my shoulder, and when she felt me move, she too woke up. "Feel better," I asked? "A little," she answered. "And a huge urge to feel you on top of me, fucking our brains out in a big bed." "I like your honesty," I said. "Most women would say that they have never done anything like this before in there life. And they don't know what came over them." She laughed. "Well, I have never done it on a bus before either, but I do like sex, good sex that is. I guess to some people that would make me a bad person." "Just those that either trully don't like sex, or those that are hypocrites," I answered. "And we both know that there a lot of those," she said. The small talk continued as the lights of the highway and the houses flashed by, and then we were pulling into the terminal. "Carol, I must say that this is the best bus ride I have ever been on. And thank you for a wonderful time." "You are quite welcome, Keith. I had a wonderful time too. About five or six times more wonderful than you had." She laughed as she said it. "I just regret not having the chance to do some serious quality fucking with you." "Me too," I replied. Just then we came to a stop. The driver announced that we were here, and standing and stretching, I got my little carry on bag out from under the seat, and helped Carol get hers, and then we were off the bus. I saw my pal, Dave standing just inside the terminal door. He waved at me and I started towards the door. Just then the girl that was standing next to him came out of the door and ran by me. I turned, and saw that it was Carol's daughter, as they embraced in a hello. I moved on inside, and Dave came over and shook my hand, and asked how my trip had been. I said it had been extremely interesting and was going to tell him how interesting when Carol and her daughter walked up to us. Carol hugged Dave and gave him a kiss, while he murmured something about having a good trip. Then Dave turned and introduced me to his wife and mother-in-law. Funny how things work out sometimes..... --