It had been an uneventful quarter hour ride. In the constantly bumping coach, sporting an assortment of mismatched denim, people lethargically shuffled around, eyes sticky with sleep deprivation and fogged up through glass panes. I, too, descended into the depths of somnolence, only to be roused by a throaty moan from two rows in front of me.
Enthralled, I watched as two men, lips locked, threatened to abandon their surroundings and get lost in the abrazive warmth that their embrace promised, before getting back to their separate activities. I realized I had stumbled upon an impromptu session of “Bus ‘n’ Blow” – two men in haierce passion, satiating each other’s thirsts with a carnal performance of oral pleasure, all while the coach rumbled along its route. They had managed to take something mundane and inject the kind of intensity that was reserved for café-bar liaisons and steamy hotel rendezvous. For those few brief moments, the mere mortals of the coach clung to some kind of false hope that maybe, just maybe, romance was a possibility, somewhere beyond the next commute.
Table of Contents
- 1. Never Skip a City Bus Ride: The Midday Getaway
- 2. An Expedited Ride: The Feel and Sensations of Bus ‘n’ Blow
- 3. No PDA Needed: Keeping It Private and Discrete
- 4. Reaching Your Stop Isn’t the End of the Journey: Afterthoughts on the Getaway
- In Retrospect
1. Never Skip a City Bus Ride: The Midday Getaway
I
The hissing roar of the number 6 city bus was loud and pointed as it approached the curbside. All throughout the interior there was a low murmur of chatter, a strange ambient hum that mixed with the revs of the engine, like a summer love affair.
A tantalizing aroma of musky cologne wafted my way and guided me to the back corner of the upper deck. Leaning against the window, was a long-legged specimen that emitted a powerful, masculine energy, alluring and irresistible. Our eyes locked in a matter of seconds and my heart skipped a beat – I felt a surge across my chest and I knew I had to catch this momentary slip of fate.
II
I slowly stalked my way to him, my heart pounding in anticipation of what I already knew was fate unfolding. As I drew close, close enough to catch the scent of our mysterious attraction, I heard him softly whispering my name. As if it was a forgotten memory which he recognized in an instant, he welcomed me into his special world and our lips met in a naked yet powerful embrace.
What followed was nothing short of erotic wilderness – his aggressive tongue exploring every corner of my mouth and his hands desperately searching for tactile pleasure. In no time, we moved on from kissing to more, his hot breath on my face leaving me wanting and needing even more. His mouth moved seamlessly from my throat to my mouth, each motion increasing my pleasure and pleasure was an alluring concept. Then he let his talented tongue descend southward, showning me pleasure I’d never known. Like a sudden storm, his soft lips clung to me, letting out passionate grunts as he made his way up again. Our bodies moving with the sway of the bus, our desire seemed to synchronize until our brief affair was over and he was gone, leaving in his wake the faint scent of musky cologne and a new understanding of pleasure.
2. An Expedited Ride: The Feel and Sensations of Bus ‘n’ Blow
Keywords: Bus ‘n’ Blow, Oral Treat, On the Commute
1. Boarding the Bus: The Journey Begins
My feet stepped onto the bus and the sensations began. I could already feel my hidden passions ready to take over. With all the men seated, I scanned the interior for someone to tantalize my needs. As I found my seat and let my bag drop to the floor with a thump, I made eye contact with a dark haired, intruiging figure seated across the aisle. His blue eyes and tight shirt left me no doubt that he certainly could handle me, this bus ride was about to become my wildest dream come true.
2. The Moment of No Return: Intense Ecstasy
A slight smirk crossed his lips when our eyes met, just enough to let me know that I wasn’t the only one on board who had something naughty in mind. Standing in the aisle, I leaned towards him and whispered “Let’s find a little privacy”. He got up slowly and stepped forward, confidently. My heart raced as I felt his palm in my own and we moved further to the back of the bus. As the engine rumbled around us, I pulled him closer and without knowing what would come next, our lives changed forever. My mouth found his and the kiss was passionate, deep, and intense. He tasted like chocolate and coffee and I couldn’t get enough. We slowly made our way to the back, and with every rush of the bus beneath us, we moved closer and closer to bliss.
3. No PDA Needed: Keeping It Private and Discrete
Stepping aboard the bus with the rush of commuters was nothing new to me, but the potential it suddenly held as I locked eyes with Jaxon was. His spiky blonde hair, pale skin, and deep blue eyes were a feast for my eyes that had me wanting to devour him whole. Nothing was spoken, but his piercing gaze said plenty.
Our bus ride told a silent story, laced with the intensifying energy of what was to come. We slid into a back seat, letting the hum of the engine be our background music as we pushed all boundaries of public decency, no PDA needed. Our hands were searching beneath clothes and our heavy breathing and quiet moans fueled our desires even more. As I climbed on top of him, he welcomed me with open arms and opened mouth and our journey began. We explored each other beneath his navy t-shirt and my grey suit, our tongues taking detours from our own personal maps. The taste of him lingered on my mouth and he graced me with passionate tooth-brushing kisses.
We were so connected with each other, our minds and bodies shared a symphony without any eye contact. I felt like I could be myself, explore unknown places and do as I please with no inhibitions and no judgment. In the short amount of time between passes I could feel his energy wash over me, and each moment was more intense than the last before we both swept away in a climactic crescendo. Ultimately, we left the bus warmer and aroused more than when we stepped on, both of our expressions satisfied and peaceful.
4. Reaching Your Stop Isn’t the End of the Journey: Afterthoughts on the Getaway
The First Stop: Lust on Wheels
The bus ride was bustling, but like my eyes were seeking, our gazes collided intimately when I passed his row and there was an undeniable spark between us. Without a single word exchanged, his was tasked with the mission to spread my legs for his incoming raw pleasure with a promise of lip-smacking satisfaction. He’d move over me confidently, and let his hot breath penetrate my neck as his hands moved to the destination bestowed on his mind. The vibrations from the bus would only add to our escapade; adding another level of intensity to our alchemy.
The Final Stop: Pleasure Unleashed
Our ultimate stop encompassed more than just a physical destination; it served as the catalyst for releasing all of our withheld desires. As soon as we had gotten off, we swiftly moved in and out of the restroom, taking the opportunity for a quick change and an even quicker indulgence.
Once the tail-end of our clothing was off, we’d take our time to savor every second of the build-up. My body writhed underneath him as his passionate kisses and teasing tongue moved down lower for those intimate places of craving and satisfaction. Before long we’d be collapsing in a pile of raw pleasure and looking forward to the next getaway.
In Retrospect
The blowjob had brought our bus experience to its climax, and I exhaled a satisfied sigh as I savored our moment of passionate conclusion. I looked at my little companion, eyes alighted with contentment, and there I saw a mirror of my own shining fulfilment in the beautiful moment we had just shared. Now free of my inhibitions, and borne off to a feeling of comfort, I could smile in the knowledge that our story of carnal bliss would not be quickly forgotten.