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How I Got Licked on a Public Bus

It was just another typical morning on the bus, with the sun still too faint in the sky to do more than keep the darkness at bay. I took my seat in the back and tried my best to settle in to the drone of the engine and the soft lurching of the gears. Just when I was about to get comfortable, the most harrowing experience of my life occurred.

He was a young man, sitting two seats in front of me. His eyes, under a shock of jet-black hair, could barely contain a smoldering fire that lurked just below the surface. Idly, his fingers began to dance along his thigh, each stroke seeming to hint at a daring, unspoken suggestion.

The heat in the air became oppressive, yet thrilling. I was transfixed, transfixed by the promise of an experience I had never even heard of before. I wondered if I had the courage to give myself to him completely, and let him lick me in public.

Table of Contents

• 1. The Breezy Unexpected Encounter
• 2. Taking Chances On the Move
• 3. Getting Intensely Licked in Public
• 4. Cherishing the Memory of the Ride
• Closing Remarks

1. The Breezy Unexpected Encounter

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The bus was overcrowded as usual during rush hour, and I stood holding onto a pole, watching my fellow passengers. I hadn’t expected anything special that night, but then I spotted him. He wore a t-shirt that hugged his body and let me imagine what was hidden under the fabric. We weren’t making eye contact, but I could feel his focus on me like a heatwave.

It felt too soon to make a move, so I waited and watched him. When the bus started to slow down at the next stop, I felt his arm loop around my waist almost casually. And then his lips were against my ear, whispering a request for me. His tongue snuck out and before I could react he had left his mark on me. I had to fight against my urge to erupt with excitement. But I managed to maintain my calmness and we just smiled at each other while parting ways, both of us as electrified as ever.

2. Taking Chances On the Move

My industrious hands groped him vigorously; enhancing every corner of his firm flesh—exploring everything I could. My eyelids heavy, my throat dry; I gasped as he responded with a slight moan. Anxiously, we fumbled and playfully tussled with ourselves, astonished that there was so much electricity surging around us.

My focus shifted to the mischief I wanted to make between us. Seductively, I expertly lapped at his contours, sliding my lips over his sugary glistening skin. Caught in the moment I planted soft kisses randomly across his body, licking my way to lower regions. He was hot, sweet, salty and all I wanted was him. I continued my journey until I ended up at his delicate dear hole. My daring lasted no more than a few seconds on the fast moving bus but intense pleasure shot through my whole body as I got my first outskirts of oral nirvana. My head throbbed with pleasure as I licked him faster than a wild hurricane. With my hands and tongue, I became like a wild beast. So much satisfaction and rapture beneath my tongue. As the bus swayed, I felt this was such a daring and thrilling experience, a turn-on of the extreme kind. My tongue met its firm beloved destination where for a fleeting blissful moment I savored his sweat soaked tightness.

It was truly unimaginable—gone too quickly—what a ride!

3. Getting Intensely Licked in Public

Descent into Ecstasy

It was the height of summer and I was taking the bus back home from work. I remember leaning against the window, my neck pushed against the glass to gaze out at the passing cityscape. I was entranced by the warm sun and the aroma of the water trapped in its embrace, like a gift from the gods. All of a sudden, someone simply stepped up and sat right behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder, brushing it lightly before slipping lower and grabbing my shirt, then slipping further lower to find my most sensitive parts. Lips trailed across my neck and I gasped aloud, feeling the sweetest kisses pulled away from my body like the sea tugging away from its shores.

What felt like hours later, the bus had come to a stop and I soon realized I hadn’t moved an inch since the kisses had started. I can remember how I felt, nothing seemed more perfectly natural than to lay against the window while my mysterious lover moved closer, finding my waist and topics between my legs, licking madly. I let out a cry that filled the bus in an instant but nothing stopped him, we were both caught up in a trance, hearts filled with pure bliss. The sensation went on for what felt like an eternity until I couldn’t contain my pleasure any longer, my orgasm and his tongue intertwined as one. I still feel the sweet taste of lips and tongues when I think back to that fateful day on the bus.

4. Cherishing the Memory of the Ride

The bus I’d chosen had few passengers, just me, a few snoozing old men and a good looking guy at the back seat looking directly at me and smiling attractively. I couldn’t say no to that so I got up and went to the back row, barely able to hold my excitement.

He was handsome and sophisticated; his eyes were telling me he wanted the same thing. We engaged in some small talk and I mustered the courage to move a bit closer to him. Apparently, it was all he was expecting and he instantly reacted, for while I had missed the ride, he had been cherishing it.

• His hands started to wander all over my body.
• It felt like a dream coming true.
• His tongue started to ravage and seduce my neck.

I moved to the corner of my seat allowing him to act on his desires. The heat was building up between us and I could feel my body responding. He parted my shirt and licked every single nook and cranny of my chest.

• We embraced each other tightly.
• My head was spinning from his kisses.
• I was craving for more and it seemed that he knew it.

The grinding of the bus couldn’t mask the sound of our loud moans and sighs that echoed in tiredness. We had found mutual pleasure in our confined space and I will forever cherish this memory. It was one of the hottest rides ever.

Closing Remarks

I never expected this to happen. I guess I should have been more cautious, but I’m glad that I let my curiosity get the best of me. It was wild, unexpected and downright crazy – and I wouldn’t trade that experience for anything. I may have caught some strange looks from the other passengers on the bus, but I won’t forget the feel of his passionate tongue exploring every inch of my body. That night was one for the books, and I can only imagine what else the future holds in store.