Heads Down, Tongues Out: Oral Sex on the Bus
The bus wasn’t just a way to get from point A to point B. It was a place where souls collided, passions bled and spilled, and jackpots were realized as desires were granted with ardent pleasure. The engine roar that drove us forward was like the warm breath of the gods inviting us to come deeper, take the plunge. Such journeys of the body and spirit often ended, and started, with the simple but highly charged act of oral pleasure. Experienced hands providing stiff, firm warmth and masterful control as fierce attention was lavished upon seeking eyes and needy lips hungry for the sweet sensation of heads down and tongues out. Let us now explore these sexual scenes of secret escape and clandestine satisfying.
Table of Contents
- -Waiting For the Right Moment
- -Riding the Wave of Anonymity
- -The Artful Kiss on the Ride Home
- -Pulling Over in a Dark alley for Sweet Release
- Wrapping Up
-Waiting For the Right Moment
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- My lover and I had initially planned to meet at a dive bar just miles away from his home. But instead, the rumbling abdominal force of our desire had swept us into an impromptu public sex session.
- Purposely opting for a seat at the back of the bus, our eyes locked and our hands instantly intertwined, pulses spiking as we touched. We started with gentle kisses and exploring caresses, our wanton lust unraveling as we occupied our own, albeit temporary, capsule of treasonous pleasure.
Kneeling and facing each other in our seat, eager mouths devoured the taste of salty skin, our hands growing slick as the temperature rose and breaths heavy. Timid tongues soon found their way around each other, exploring every inch of our needy bodies. His hands somewhere else, my pleasure peaking as I straddled him – never expecting to reach such dizzying heights in a moving metal capsule.
The sounds of his pleasure and presence of other travelers surrounding us served as a reminder that although here, we were still technically “out there” in public – a point that was slightly forgotten as the strength of our carnal desires surged with each wave of orgasmic bliss.
The thick air of lust and desire left behind as we finally disembarked, satisfaction, qualms, tingles, and a loyalty to our sense of adventure the only sign that we had ever been there.
-Riding the Wave of Anonymity
- The Audacity of Anonymity
Nobody on the bus noticed the lustful glances between the two passengers, as the man in seat 7 and his companion in seat 8 locked eyes. Their manner was discreet yet passionate, and the man sauntered over to take the seat next to his companion. Was it a chance encounter, or did they both share a secret understanding? As the man leaned in close, he whispered wickedly into his companion’s ear. Not a word was uttered by either of them, but the intent was staggering and the energy downright electric.
With the full knowledge that they were taking a risk, the two passengers embarked on an act of oral passion – peering intently at each other through half-closed eyes, lips grazed talcum soft against each other with a desire that was both uninhibited and unashamed. No one on the bus had any idea that while they were witnessing two anonymous strangers, they were in fact witnessing the irresistible tide of two doomed lovers, tasting the heat of their mouths and the unceasing movement of tongues, waltzing around each other in a devoted pas de deux.
-The Artful Kiss on the Ride Home
1. Tonguing Through the Wind
The engine cranked and the bus coasted off, a quiet and gentle lullaby as it went. He shook his head, forehead glistening with sweat, feeling the heat of the night. His twink-like companion almost unknowing in his gaze, eyes set marveling out the window. His smooth skin felt almost electric beneath my own fingertips, pulsing in immediacy as I moved down towards his neck.
I leaned down, lips pressed kiss by kiss against his neck, tongue peering out, tasting shards of salt upon his sweet skin. His guttural sound soothed beneath my busy moves, a gentle whisper more welcome than the low rumbles of the bus. Dipping my tongue tenderly between every valley, I set loose an uncontrollable energy within each step’s intent.
2. His Gasps Softened with Surrender
The air felt heavy and motionless, yet his body buckled in the wake of pleasure as my tongue circled each inch of fragile desire. His breaths came in waves, unbridled as the night shrouded us into a moment of perfect reprieve. His tongue played off mine, catching feverish in crescendo as our essences entwined.
I shifted up slightly, letting hands slide over his stomach, struggling to find fresh new passages of release. His gasps softening with surrender to my touch, pushing low-lying moans out, flooding the bubble of our passionate exchange. I lightly swirled my tongue around his joyful regions, feeling each cascade of delight set into a freeing flood. Our time upon the bus proving to be more than just a journey of transport, it was a journey of unexpected, passionate discovery.
-Pulling Over in a Dark alley for Sweet Release
The Bus Stop: The warm summer night air carried with it the unmistakable scent of unchecked libidos at their most ravenous. The shadows of the dark alley casted a looming allure of excitement and possibilities, a perfect backdrop for two lovers to explore their deepest desires.
I watched as the man of my fantasies sauntered from the bus and made his way towards me, a definitive intent in his stride and a knowing smirk across his face. His skin glowed in the night, his presence like a fever that beckoned me closer. I wanted to rush him, push him to the ground and undress him for the world to see the treasure beneath his clothes.
I felt relief wash away my inhibitions when his hands rested gently on my hips and pulled me closer. His lips were soft yet enticingly demanding as he licked and tasted the sweet nectar of my salacious nature. His eager tongue drove deep into my mouth as his hands were daringly placed on my ass. The sensations were electric and I felt my pent up desire melting away and revealing itself to him. His warm touch sent shivers through every crevice of my body, leaving me swimming in a sea of pleasure.
I could feel the heat of his desire consuming me as he cupped my cheeks and held me for a passionate moment, unable to separate his body from my own. He gently kissed my neck and whispering words of lust and yearning as his hands greedily fondled my body and caused my hips to tremble in anticipation. Our souls devoured each other in our moment of pure and ecstatic bliss.
Oral Sensations: His passionate kiss soon led us into a night of oral pleasures, the anticipation of his mouth on my cock enough to raise the hairs on my neck. He licked and sucked greedily, exploring every inch of my skin as he pushed me further and further into a world of pure ecstasy.
I began to feel as if I was levitating in a sea of pleasure as his tongue teased my tip and tantalized my shaft. His expert mouth was like a torch of flame directed on my manhood, lighting up every nerve until I gasped and cried out in orgasmic pleasure. It was a moment of such intense pleasure, I felt as if I was floating in the air, suspended in a state of pure bliss.
My breathing became heavy and my chest rose and fell in unison with his movements. My heart skipped a beat as he placed his index finger on my nipples, stroking them until I could no longer contain my pleasure and surrendered to him in bliss. He embraced my body until I had reached the peak of my final climax, the beginning of a night of pure ecstasy that I would never forget.
Wrapping Up
By the time we reached our destination, I could feel our private escapade continuing to reverberate long after the bus had come to a stop. Our pulsing tongues, fueled by expressions of pure pleasure and pure pleasure, caused a deep desire and longing that brings me back to that moment when I close my eyes. It’s a chance encounter that we’ll take with us forever, a memory of unadulterated joy in a place only we know exists, tucked away in a corner of our minds and hearts.
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