Sucking on Slick Seats: Fun on the Bus
The smell of sweat and pungent cologne wafted through the air in the cramped and muggy bus. Voices screamed, shouted and sang through the speakers, a cacophonous orchestra of chaos that was oddly Agreeable.
I surveyed the scene, keenly searching for a potential playmate for the night. Then I saw him, an angelic creature with a gaze so piercing and dark it sent shivers down my spine. He was everything I could have wanted in a partner, gorgeous, passionate and unashamed. I made my way over to him, the heat between us intensifying as I got closer. Suddenly, the rumble of the bus quaked and the lights flickered.
That was all it took for us to yield to temptation. We began to clamber all over each other, grinding and thrusting in time to the movement of the bus, sucking on slick seats, touching, teasing and tasting until neither of us could take it any longer.
It was an amazing experience, one that I’ll never forget, and I know he won’t either. Welcome to a night of pleasure on the bus!
Table of Contents
- 1. Jumping on for a Wet Ride
- 2. Coasting on the Highway of Pleasure
- 3. Tasting the Sweet and Slippery Seats
- 4. Climaxing in a Wild and Raunchy Ride
- To Wrap It Up
1. Jumping on for a Wet Ride
The sweat on my palms extended to my back and down my sides. I was standing on the dock, staring out over the water. I saw it. A bus pulling towards, its lights piercing the darkness. I jumped on, my heart thundering.
I felt every bump, every twitch in the diesel as if it were my own body. I was high, knowing what was coming. As it pulled up to the stop, I saw him, looking at me from the driver’s seat. My nipples rose for attention, and his dark eyes sucked me in.
He beckoned me closer with a gentle nod and I moved forward. Without a word, I climbed past the seats, mounting the slick metal surfaces and parting my lips for more. Heat swpsed across my thighs as I made my way toward him, eager for a wet ride.
He gifted me with an urgent kiss that sent shockwaves down my throat. His lips were softer than I ever expected, and I opened wide for more. As I inched closer, my hands explored the contours of hard muscles. And soon, I was ready.
I floated onto his lap, soaking through his clothing. His warm chest cradled my back and be pumped me faster and faster. I lowered my head back and tilted my chin to the stars, enjoying the feeling of getting lost in the rhythm.
2. Coasting on the Highway of Pleasure
My heart beat a tattoo in my chest as I stepped on board the bus and found an empty seat. Suddenly he was behind me, standing in the aisle and my body tingled in anticipation of what could come. His mouth was on my neck and his hands had already found my jeans. The heat radiating from him was unmistakable and so inviting.
I settled in to the leather seat, my body ready for the climb. His teeth rushed over my neck, seizing my ear, his hands still busily working at my jeans. His mouth found its way to mine and the pleasure intensified with each new lick and bite. His hands pulled my jeans lower and he began to stroke my back with a powerful force.
His passionate touch forced my spine to arch, and I could feel waves of pleasure rolling over me. My hands grabbed onto the seat in front of me for support while his tongue slowly explored every inch of me. I felt the heat in his touch and could feel his body pulsating against mine. I could smell his sex in the air and the smell was driving me crazy. His hands were insistent and his lips were gentle yet firm. I let out a moan as he continued to lick and tease my body. My breathing became more erratic and my heart felt like it was going to burst as his tongue continued to slide up and down my body in ways I had never before felt.
I was lost in the moment, my body surrendering itself to his knowing hands and inviting lips. I was coasting down the highway of pleasure.
3. Tasting the Sweet and Slippery Seats
A Taste of Sweetness
It started out innocently enough: I was catching the late night bus, heading out to meet a friend. My eyes foggy from just waking up, my body sore from a long day, I was dozing off in my seat. I was jolted awake when the bus came to an abrupt stop. I felt a warm presence in the seat next to me, and I was overcome with an exciting sensation. When I looked over, I saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His warm brown eyes struck me with their intensity, and our connection was immediate. His hands reached over and began to stroke the side of my head, sending shivers all the way through me.
The connection we shared was electric; I could feel it throughout my body. His fingers began to slide down my neck, gently massaging and exploring my skin. When he reached my chest, he began to work circles around my nipples, sending sensations of pleasure down to my toes. His hands continued their descent, lightly touching and teasing my inner thighs. I felt my body trembling, all the while his eyes continued to bore a deep hole into my soul. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he sucked in air and bit his lip. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Our lovemaking began in the seat of that late-night bus, the slickness and intensity intensifying with each passing second. His lips pressing against mine with such passion and desire that I felt my entire body melting into his. I was so excited by the touch of his fingertips as he opened me up and explored every inch of my body. His tongue glided along my inner-cheeks, exploring and tasting the sweetness of my sweet and slippery seat.
4. Climaxing in a Wild and Raunchy Ride
The Ride Begins:
The bus lurching to a start created a wave of anticipation. I pressed my body into the slick leather seat, unable to control the flush of heat that spread up my legs and across my chest. The man next to me let his eyes slowly trace my curves until I felt his hard-on press against me. I could feel my pussy lips slickening in response. His boldness aroused my own desires, mixing with the raunchy smells of diesel and sweat-soaked leather. I didn’t care that we were surrounded by strangers, all I could think about was this intoxicating man.
Letting Go:
My hands moved instinctively to his generous bulge. I felt electric current course through me as we explored and teased each other, the vibrations traveling beneath our clothes and entangling our energies. I moved my tongue across his neck, enjoying the unexpected combination of salty sweat and sweet cologne. People streamed past in a blur, and I no longer cared. I wanted to be closer to him, so I pressed my body to his, feeling his hard cock against my chest. He wrapped his hands around my waist and let out a low guttural moan. My own moans joined his as we moved together in mounting urgency until we both exploded in a hot cascade of pleasure.
To Wrap It Up
As the night air cooled, my last taste of the sweetness of a stranger lingered on my lips, as once again I found myself alone on the night bus. I smiled with a mischievous satisfaction, my thoughts turning back to the exhilarating memories of that evening’s adventure. I’d made a choice that day to take a seat on the backbender, and it had been worth every delicious second of it. Sucking slick seats had never been so much fun!
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