Bus-Stop My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of junk and had finally given up the ghost. Unfortunately, I hadn't had a chance to shop around for a new one, so busy was I at work, and I was resigned to taking the bus. It wasn't so bad in the morning; because I went in early, the bus was always empty and I could happily read some papers on the journey. It was a completely different story in the evenings though. The mass exodus of shoppers and students from the town centre made the ride home very uncomfortable. This particular day I was late getting to the stop, and so the bus was down to standing room only by the time I got to the front of the queue, and not very much standing room at that. I got on, paid my fare and made my way towards the back of the bus, just like it says to do on the little signs dotted about the bus. She got on after me. She was couple of inches shorter than me, with a perfect crop of blonde hair, and she stood in front of me, both of us facing the front, as the bus pulled out of the station. We were already quite close, in each other's 'personal space', and the scent of her perfume flooded my nostrils. It was a musky, sexy smell, I recognised it as being something expensive, but I couldn't quite put a name to it. She had some heavy shopping bags on the floor by her feet, and I almost offered to help her with them when more people got on the bus at the next stop and we were all forced to move even further backwards. Inhibition stopped me, or maybe it was when she stepped on my foot as she shuffled back. She turned around to look at me with apologetic eyes. "Sorry," she said, "are you OK." "Fine," I said, "Don't worry about it." By now, the bus was full, and she was standing pushed right up against me. She was shorter than me, I could just see over the top of her head, but my crotch was still lined up against her glorious round arse. Her scent was driving me wild, and I found myself picturing images that any healthy heterosexual male would have, given the situation. My cock was beginning to stir; I could feel it moving upwards and out. This could be embarrassing. I desperately tried to think of the most boring thing I could. Cricket, that's boring, but then I started thinking about an article in a recent Sunday newspaper about some cricket star who was great in bed, according to his alleged lover. Shit, must think of something boring. Snooker, no that was no good, I once tried to teach a girlfriend how to play and it meant leaning over her, my crotch up against her as we bent over. It didn't seem to matter what I thought of, my over-stimulated brain always made some connection to sex, which only gave strength to my growing bulge. I knew that the girl in front of me would be able to feel my dick pushing against her by now. I was convinced that she could feel every pulse as it filled with ever more blood. I was already embarrassed and she hadn't even turned around and told me off yet. What would it be like when she did? I was just thankful that most people would be getting off the bus in a few stops time, and I could move away from her to avoid the situation getting any worse. Eventually the bus began to clear and seats became available. I sat a couple of seats behind the blonde girl, and began to calm a little. The hormones were raging though, and I decided that when I got in I would put my favourite porn movie on and have a good old-fashioned wank. Two stops before mine there was only five people left on the bus; the blonde girl and myself included. Nobody got on or off at the next stop, and I suddenly realised that there weren't too many stops after mine. I prayed that the girl I had been forced to rub up against stayed on when I alighted, I would be very embarrassed otherwise. Praying when you don't really believe in a god is a bit silly, and any god that happens to hear your prayer is bound to take the piss. As I rose to disembark the bus, she did too. I was up and past her seat, waiting for the bus to stop, before she had even managed to get her multitude of shopping bags out from behind the seat. Getting off the bus carrying only a newspaper I felt very guilty as she struggled with her load. Being a softy at heart, I helped her down off the bus, and held some of her shopping for her as she tried to work out the best way to carry it all. "Look," I said, "Why don't I help you carry it back to your house?" "Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked. "No, I don't mind. How far is it?" "Just around the corner here." she pointed in the same direction as my house. This girl lived in the same street and I had never seen her before. How could that be? "That's the street I live in," I said. "Wow, what a coincidence." I took the heaviest of her bags and we started to walk towards her house. She lived further up the street than me, and since I never go up that end for any reason, that probably explained why I hadn't met her before. Still, I knew most people in the street in some way. "I haven't seen you around before," I said "No, you wouldn't have. I only moved in last week. I'm still getting to know the area." "Well unless someone else has already, let me be the first to welcome you to the street." "My neighbours already did, but thanks anyway. I'm June by the way." "Hi June. I'm Patrick, or Pat, or... No, you don't want to know my other nicknames." "Why on earth not?" "They're not exactly clean, rugby club and all." "I see." I pointed out my house as we past it, and walked up the street another ten or so houses before she indicated that we had arrived at her house. "This is one of those they converted into flats isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah, One up and one down. I'm on the top." I walked her to the door where she took the shopping from me. As she entered the house, she turned to me and invited me in for a coffee. "It's the least I can do after you were so kind to help me." "Don't be silly, it was no trouble." "I insist." "Actually," I paused, unsure, "I'm a little embarrassed. I only helped because I felt guilty after, you know on the bus." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I started to go red. "Hey, now who's being silly," she said, "The bus so full and we were forced so close, I'd have been positively offended if I hadn't got a reaction. Now come on in and have a drink." I relented and followed her through the door and up the stairs to her home, carrying the bags of course. It was a small flat, with a tiny little hallway leading off to four rooms, which I assumed were kitchen, lounge, bathroom and bedroom. She entered the hall and placed her bags on the floor. "Just leave those there," she said with a hand wave to indicate where she had left her bags, "Come with me and I'll put the kettle on." I followed her through one of the doors, and was surprised to find it was the bedroom. No sooner had this fact registered with me than she shut the door behind me and pressed me back against it. "Oh, God," she said, her voice a deep growl, "ever since I felt that big cock of yours poking into me on the bus, all I've been able to think about was it pumping in and out of me." She kissed me hard on the lips. I was surprised at first, but settled into it and kissed her back. It was a short, but very passionate kiss, before she broke away and reached down for my belt. "Come on, let's see it," she said. She fumbled in her haste to open up my trousers and free my cock, but once it was out in the open, she held it in her hand and stared down at it. "It doesn't look that big, but it felt huge pressed up against me. Perhaps I need a better look." She dropped to her knees so that her head was level with my dick. She looked it over, examining it, before engulfing it in her mouth. She slurped noisily on it for a while, moving her head back and forth and driving me insane. I closed my eyes and leaned back on door, barley able to stand but nevertheless enjoying the sensations she was generating in my loins. She ran her tongue in little circles my cock- head, and sucked more dick into her mouth. Suddenly she stopped and stood up again. She looked me squarely in the eye and licked her lips. "I want you," she said, "I want you to fuck me." "Fine by me," I said, "but first..." I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, which was more difficult than it sounds because my trousers were still around my ankles. When I finally got there, I dropped her on the bed, making her bounce just a little. I reached up and took hold of her panties, pulling them down over her hips and off. It was my turn to fall to my knees, and once there I pulled her towards me so that her bum was on the edge of the bed. I bunched her dress up around her waist then dived in to attack her pussy. I licked along the length of her swollen lips, before dipping my tongue inside her slick hole. I revealed in her taste and the sounds coming out of her mouth, she was enjoying my attentions. I reached one hand up to find the soft flesh of her tit. I massaged it and squeezed the nipple through the material of her dress and bra. With my other hand, I searched out her clit and began to rub it gently with my thumb, while still licking inside her. Her vocalisations became louder and she reached down to grab my head, pulling me closer to her. "Oh yeah, Come on, Oh yeah." She began to move her hips against my mouth as I moved my tongue in and out of her as if it was a tiny cock. Her hips found the same rhythm as my tongue, and she went from vague words of encouragement to completely incomprehensible sounds. I pulled away from her and stood up. She whimpered her objection to this action and reached up for me. I shook my head at her, and pulled my T-shirt up and over my head. She got the idea and jumped up to her knees, pulling her dress up and over her head. She was kneeling on the bed in only a lacy white bra, and she reached behind her back and unclasped it while I watched. She tossed the garment across the room. I kicked off my trousers and walked over to her on the bed. "Turn around," I ordered. She did, her pert little arse pointing at me. I grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. She closed her eyes and moaned. This time I slapped her ass gently, causing the flesh of it to wobble. She wiggled her hips at me in response. I fisted my cock and prepared to slip it into the beautiful blonde girl on her hands and knees on the bed in front of me. She turned her head back to look at me and offered me some verbal encouragement. It was hard to believe that I had only met this girl an hour and a half previously, and now she was urging me to fuck her. I didn't even know her surname! "Come on baby, fuck me," she said. I could wait no longer. Ever since my cock had been pushed up against her arse on the bus this was all I could think off. I lined my cock up with the entrance to her twat and pushed it in slowly. She moaned long and loud as I slid into her until my cock hit her cervix. I pulled out all the way as slowly as I had entered, then pushed back all the way in quickly. June gasped, as if my dick was forcing all the air out of her body. I slid out again and began to work up a rhythm, and still it was as if the air was being forced out of her lungs, with each thrust she gasped louder and louder. I picked up the pace, humping her harder and faster. Her cries became louder and she lost control as her hips began to buck and writhe against me. She was cumming. As the waves of orgasm ripped through her, she pounded the bed with her fist and was almost screaming. All this was too much for me. I was already worked up, even before entering her bedroom, but now I was ready to burst. My hip movements became erratic and the wires in my brain fused as my cock exploded and I filled her with my seed. Two, three, four strong squirts later I was finished, and collapsed at her side. June collapsed beside me, her arm draped across my chest. We both took deep breaths until eventually she propped herself up her elbow and looked me in the eye. "That was fantastic," she said, "I'm glad I took the bus today." We both burst out laughing, and were overtaken by an uncontrollable fit of giggling for a short time. "Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked eventually, when she had stopped laughing. "Not at the moment," I replied. "Well?" she said. "Are you asking me out?" "Kind of," she said, "It's just that I wouldn't normally sleep with a guy until the fourth or fifth date, and since we've already fucked...." "You think we should go out on four or five dates to make up for it." "Exactly." I considered this for a moment. I hardly knew June, but she seemed quite nice, she was gorgeous AND she was a great lay. "Sounds good to me," I said "Great, what have you got planned for dinner tonight?" "Nothing." "Well I'll cook here, on one condition." "What's that?" I asked. "You buy the wine."