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Fiction from The Envoy

                          The Bus Ride

     The bus looked more crowded than usual as it pulled up to
the curb outside of the office building that I worked in.  I
worked in the downtown business area and I took the bus home
almost every day.  Usually it was a dull, uncomfortable
experience that I was glad to get over; I would have bought a
car if it had been even remotely feasible getting to my downtown
work place.  For the time being, the bus was the best way to get
downtown.
     The door hissed open in front of me and a surge of people
crowded with me onto the rear of the bus.  I seldom found an
empty seat this time of day, and today was no exception.  I
grabbed onto a hand railing to balance myself as the bus lurched
away from the curb.  I was content to spend the time on this bus
ride as I usually did; daydreaming and watching the city go by.
     Ten or fifteen minutes went by and I was my usual day-
dreaming self until my attention was drawn to something, or
rather someone, inside the bus.  Several people had gotten off
at the last stop so the aisle of the bus wasn't completely full.
Not more than 5 feet away from me, sitting in the last seat of
the bus was beautiful women dressed in a short skirt and a white
blouse.  She had long, silky brown hair and big brown eyes that
just drew my attention like a magnet.  What also drew my
attention was her long, sleek legs.  She was looking out the
window absentmindedly and her legs had parted enough to give
me a wonderful view of her tiny, pink panties.  She was bouncing
her left knee back and forth and with every movement outward,
her crotch was completely open to me.
     She couldn't have known I was watching because attentin
was still outside on the passing city.  We travelled for several
minutes like this and I was surprised that no one else had
noticed this beautiful display.  As the bus pulled up to the
next stop, she suddenly turned her head and looked right at me.
My gaze was obviously focused between her legs and we both
turned red in embarrasment.  I quickly looked away and some
attention was diverted away from me as several more passengers
crowded into the rear of the bus.  Suddenly I realized that the
new passengers were crowding me right toward the luscious woman
I'd just been ogling.  Now my embarrasment was growing as I
realized she might confront me about my surrepticious peeking.
I was pushed by the crowd toward the rear of the bus until I
was just inches away from her.  I held my breath and waited to
see what was going to happen.
     After a few more stops I started to breath a little easier,
it seemed I was safe after all.  She hadn't said a word and I
was certain that she had known what I was doing.  I tried to keep
my gaze outside the bus and avoided eye contact with her.
Although I was still embarrassed, apparently something about the
situation was stimulating to me.  I was developing a hardon
and the bulge was starting to show in the front of my pants.
I sneaked a look down at my long haired girl and then it was my
turn to realize that she was staring between my legs.  My Šgrowing bulge was now obvious to her and I quickly covered my
hardening cock with a newspaper and turned to face the front of
the bus.  My face was burning in embarrasment at the turn of the
tables I had just experienced but my cock was still growing.
     As the bus moved along the city streets, neither one of us
moved or said a word.  People entered and left the bus at each
stop, with more starting get off as we moved toward the suburbs.
I looked around and realized that only a few people remained in
the rear of the bus.  And my long haired girl was the only one
sitting on the back seat.  I still had my back to her, leaning
on one of the railings used for support when standing in the
aisle.
     I noticed my stop was only a few minutes away when I felt
something move across the seat of my pants.  Startled, I realized
that the woman must have stroked my ass with her hands.  No one
else remained in the rear of the bus, and my body shielded her
from the view of the rest of the passengers.  Her hand became
bolder as she cupped the cheeks of my ass, with one hand, and
then with both of them.
     I tried to act very nonchalant and kept the newspaper
covering my crotch as my cock grew harder.  she stroked and
played with my ass for several minutes until I felt her
hands leave my cheeks and slip between my legs.  Her fingers
found the bottom of my balls and pressed them tightly against
my body.  Her other hand now probed the crack of my ass through
my pants and my cock was really starting to throb.
     Not a single word had passed between us since our bus ride
had started.  I pressed my legs together and trapped her hand
between them.  She slowly withdrew from my grip and I was afraid
that I had frightened her away.  But only a few seconds had
passed until I felt both her hands on my ass again.  This time
she was not stroking and playing with me, but gripped my ass
tightly and tried to rotate me around.  I weakly let her turn
me, still carefully watching to see if we had drawn anyone's
attention, no one moved even an eyebrow.
     She kept spinning me around until I was facing her.  I
moved my newspaper so that it covered a lot of space in the aisle
and provided some modest camouflouge.  My bulging cock was
inches from her gaze and I held my breath waiting to see what
would happen next.  I leaned against the seat in front of her,
trying to look nonchalant and maintain the appearance that we
were just talking.
     Words were definitely not needed as she reached up and
cupped my cock and balls in one small hand.  Her fingers slid
between my legs as she gripped and kneaded my balls.  Her other
hand was pressing my hard cock against my body, moving it back
and forth across my stomach.  She played with my cock through
my pants for several minutes, bringing me close to coming with
just her hand.
     After a quick glance to verify our solitude she reached up
 and unzipped my pants.  Her hand snaked it's way through the
opening and gripped my cock through my jockey shorts.  It was
throbbing now and her hand felt great.  Her fingers worked
up toward the band of my shorts and slowly pulled them down
until the head of my cock popped out.  Now her hand gripped myŠcock without any obstruction and she started to stroke in
earnest now.  She kept her other hand on my balls and was
squeezing them in rhthym with the motion on my cock.
     Now I was very close to coming.  I was slowly moving
hips back and forth as my long hair girl stroked my cock
back and forth.  I hoped the rocking of the bus disguised
my movements but I was far from caring about being discovered
at this point.
     Just as I tensed to shoot my load, she looked up into my
eyes, she was obviously enjoying the situation too.  I closed
my eyes and moaned silently in pleasure as my cock shot forth
wad after wad of come into her hand.  She milked my cock
expertly and after I was completely spent, she drew my cum
covered cock out of my pants and leaned forward and licked
and sucked me clean.  Her face was flushed and her eyes were
wide open as she pulled my cock from between her lips and
placed it gingerly back inside my pants.  One quick movement
of her hand and my zipper was back into place.  Not even a
single string of cum remained outside my zipper to betray
what had just happened.  The inside of my pants was another
story.  I was coated with come and could feel it starting to
drip down my leg.
     We still had not spoken a word since the bus ride had
begun.  We remained silent until the bus pulled to the curb at
the next stop.  She stood up and suddenly we were face to face.
I opened my mouth to ask her name but no words formed on my lips.
As I stuttered, groping for something to say she raised her
finger to my lips and then quietly whispered, "Tomorrow."
Then she swept past me and off the bus and disappeared around
the corner.  I dropped into the seat she had vacated and realized
I had missed my own stop several miles back.  I wasn't too
concerned about missing it though, after all, this was one bus
ride I was defitely not going to forget.


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Randy  a.k.a The Envoy