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.
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He felt the electric pressure of his companion’s lips on his neck, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine with each passionate kiss. The heat of the stranger’s body inflamed his senses as they moved together in a delicious rhythm of longing, his heavy breaths mingling with the bus’ rumbling engine. Every gentle touch was a gateway into an ever-more-intimate world where pleasure was limitless.
He wanted to go further, and so he guided my head towards his groin and urged me on with a whisper. Within moments, I was taking in the salty taste of his masculinity, learning the unique rhythms and cadences of his pleasure. I loved the thrill of being so vulnerable, so close, so exposed; all that mattered was the pleasure radiating from his every gasp and tremble as I gulped him down.
He rode the bus, and when he did it was a big turn on. He knew his seat may be sat in by others, but all he could think about was the slick and lubricious fluid left behind from the previous person and how much he’d love to sit down and suck it up. He’d savor each delicious taste, reveling in the promise of happy times as he lusted over his sweet new seat.