He had his eyes set on the tight bulge under the young man’s jeans: Thomas had the kind of juicy ass that made other passengers ogle. But it was the delicate lips that finally sealed the deal. Before he knew it, their mouths were locked and hands roaming, until the bus jolted them away from their carnal commute.
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He felt a sudden yearning as he watched the men board the bus, the anticipatory lust swelling in his chest. He lingered close to his target, held onto a bar and pulled him closer as the bus swayed. He glanced up to find his eyes – raven dark and knowing. In that moment, he knew – on this bus, anything could happen.
He stood there: shirtless, doing nothing. His eyes gazed into mine. It was like he was asking for something. Then his lips curved up and for a second he smiled. I didn’t say anything. I knew why I was there and he knew why I was there too. His arms draped around me and he pulled me closer until our bodies were pressed together. Without saying a word, I pushed my hips up to his. His eyes widened with surprise and I smirked. Soon enough, we were lost in pleasure – the bus forgotten.
The bus clattered along, silent except for our heavy breaths as I knelt between his legs, drawing circles in the fabric of his trousers with my tongue. The bus hummed like a purring cat, lulling us into a deep, erotic trance.
He was youthful and brazen, looking for a quick satisfaction on his way home. As the bus shifted he slowly leaned into me, his tongue tantalizing my neck and aroused lips grazing my ear. His hands passionately holding me as if to possess me, igniting my desires, and a deep moan whispering into my ear “let’s find a way to do this.
The bus of bliss stopped for him for the third time that night. While the rest of the passengers disembarked, he stayed in his seat. His stop was going to be special. His destination? The manhe desired’s waiting lips. His journey of pleasure was filled with moans and sighs inviting his passenger into depths of oral passion.
The bus came to a shuddering halt. Our eyes locked; it was as if a fire burned between us, and the steaming heat of passion lit up the bus. His delicious lips parted, inviting me in. I tasted the eagerness of his mouth, my tongue exploring his inner yearnings with deep satisfaction. We both knew this climax was to be unlike any other.
He moaned, every nerve in his body electrified as his head moved in infinite circles. His eyes flew open to see his partner’s, unshaven jaw taut with pleasure one minute, then closing tightly as the pleasure intensified. As the bus flew along and the speed vibrated through them, their intimate moment grew and grew. Until, as if in unison, the pleasure spilled from them in one thundering wave.
He straddled the top of me, my head pressed against the rigid plastic wall. His ripening kiss drew me further in as his tongue explored mine, a hot, succulent, passionate interlude. Our heated breaths fogging up the windows behind us, his hands on my neck,” he murmured, “Let me make you feel how much I want you.” A wet, slippery collision, as our mouths and tongues fused. His moans only fueling my desire. An erotically charged moment, amongst strangers and exposed. Until the bus came to a stop.
They were alone, entwined in their own silent world. Her tongue swirling and licking in an unapologetic way before being pushed mercilessly against him until he was sent into an uncontrollable oblivion of pleasure. That night the bus was humming with an erotic energy and nobody knew what they were doing but everyone knew love was everywhere.