A Ride To Remember: Oral Sex on the Bus
My body was already buzzing with anticipation as I boarded the bus late one evening. I had been thinking all day long about this ride and the erotic possibilities it could bring. I have always enjoyed the anonymity of public transportation, so it was no surprise that I found myself craving the intense intimacy and fiery pleasure that comes from anonymous sexual encounters.
I noticed a man in his late thirties sitting a few rows up and the glint in his eye drew me in. His gaze lingered on me before dropping to my lips. I knew what he was silently suggesting. I glanced around the bus casually, ensuring we were the only two people onboard before sitting down in front of him.
The bus lurched into motion and as the lights outside faded away into the darkness, his hand on my knee sent a thrill through me. His fingers slid beneath the fabric as my body shook with anticipation. I knew this would be a ride to remember.
Table of Contents
- 1) The Scene: Descriptive Set Up of the Bus Encounter
- 2) The Anticipation: The Joy of Unknowingness
- 3) The Action: Oralize and Liven Up the Moment
- 4) The Afterglow: Reveling in the Memory of a Good Trip
- In Conclusion
1) The Scene: Descriptive Set Up of the Bus Encounter
The Encounter:
- The bus pulls up, a beacon of hope on the darkening horizon. It lumbering engine filling the night with its strange hum.
- I step into the bus, my eyes quickly scanning the aisle for an empty seat. One seat in the back beckons to me, I make my way to it and sit down.
- A few moments pass, then a gorgeous guy walks on. His gaze lingers on me for a moment before drifting away. A spark passes between us.
The Action:
- He makes his way to the seat across from me, and the bus starts to move. The closeness of his body heightens my excitement. I can practically feel his arousal through my clothes.
- His gaze finds me again and he moves closer. His lips find mine and our mouths lock in a passionate embrace. Our tongues battle for dominance as our hands begin to explore each other’s bodies.
- As the bus weaves and sways, clinging to curves and zigzagging through obstacles, I surrender to his mouth. His tongue dips into my lips and tangles with mine. His hands hungrily caress my body.
- Soon our kiss becomes more passionate and the heat rises between us. His hands find the zipper of my pants and soon our lips are tasting the salty skin between his thighs. His moan rises to the roof and the bus chugging along to its destination.
2) The Anticipation: The Joy of Unknowingness
- The thrill of surprise: We both knew what was about to happen; neither of us had mentioned it, but it was in the air between us. It was an understanding that sparks were going to fly, but what that held in terms of pleasure or pain, neither of us were sure. That was the joy of unknowingness – the excitement of not knowing what was to come. We hurtled along the roads and paths, both of us unspeaking, our eyes locked until reaching our final destination and it was then we made our move.
- The rush of the unknown: As soon as the bus doors opened I felt my heart rate triple with anticipation. I hadn’t the slightest idea what was about to happen but that only made it all the more thrilling. My partner grabbed me firmly by the waist and directed me away from the other passengers, out to the back of the bus where it was quiet and dark. I could feel the heat rising between us and despite my innocence, as he turned toward me a fire of passion seemed to flare moments before his lips connected with mine. His kisses were passionate, eliciting a delicious moan from deep within my throat. His strong, skilled hands explored my body as mine explored his, driven by a hunger that seemed to have been hidden until now. What followed was an explosion of sinfully wild and passionate oral sex, so powerful it could have brought the bus to a halt. That moment stayed with me for a long time afterward, the unbounded pleasure of being delivered into the arms of the unknown.
3) The Action: Oralize and Liven Up the Moment
Ride Into Ecstasy
I doubled back from the corner shop, the package of contraband snacks clutched tightly in my hand. My heart raced as I glanced around me, but no one was in sight. I slunk around the side of the bus stop, taking care to stay in the shadows. When the bus came, I snuck on, paid quickly, and ducked into the back seating area as I tried to catch my breath.
My hand was still trembling when I felt a warm hand brush against my thigh. I turned to look up and saw a dreamy-eyed, gorgeous figure that was definitely not the driver. We both knew why the other was there: this bus ride was an opportunity to let our inhibitions go, to give in to the moment and live out something forbidden.
His lips tasted sweet and inviting as I leaned in for a kiss, before he guided my hand to his hem, allowing me the pleasure of exploring its curvaceous contours. Each new touch drove him closer to the edge of delirium as I licked and sucked his excitement until it found its way deep into my throat. My tongue spinning circles around his shaft, I took him to the brink of pleasure as he gave himself up to the rush of full-fledged ecstasy.
The pleasure only increased as I drew out his innermost desire, allowing it to mix with mine until our wildest fantasies became our reality. He clutched my shirt tightly in his hands as pleasure crested, his moans echoing through the confines of the bus and a warmth radiating between us.
4) The Afterglow: Reveling in the Memory of a Good Trip
The Setup:
- The bus was nearly empty and I had the pleasure of soaking in the emptiness. I sat on the nearest window seat with my back to the driver, giving me just enough privacy to relish in my own company.
- Heading to the front row, I saw an unexpected sight – a single handsome stranger, looking back at me with eyes full of invitation.
- Closing the gap between us, I noticed how unbelievably attractive and fit he was - the type I’ve always had a penchant for.
The Afterglow:
- We explored each other passionately, and I sank fully into his arms and lips. Our mouths moved together in perfect unison, and he pressed himself against me, exciting me with his full force.
- My hands moved down his body, exploring every inch and everything I could find. I wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on me, and he obliged, tracing my skin with gentle caresses. Our pleasure quickly intensified and I lost myself in his embrace. Our heat and sweat lingered in the air, and we succumbed to a state of extreme ecstasy.
In Conclusion
The ride was over and the bus empty as we both stepped off. As I watched him walking away with his black leather coat and pressed slacks, I couldn’t help but appreciate the intensity with which we shared our passions for one another on that bus. I had experienced bliss unlike anything I had previously known, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time either of us would experience such pleasure. It was an unforgettable ride, one I’m sure we’ll never forget. So until we can find another bus ride on which we can give into our wildest fantasies, I’ll remember his strong hands caressing my flesh, and his tongue exploring every pleasure point so deliciously. I will never forget that ride.
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