Archive-name: Places/busdalls.txt
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Archive-title: Leave the Driving to someone else......


    The drone of the engines finally put me to sleep.  When I
awoke, the bus was pulling into the station in yet another small
town.  No one got off, but three people did get on, and after a
short time, we were on our way, again.
    The blonde headed lady had slowly walked to the rear of the
bus, and finally seated herself across the aisle from me.  I gave
her a small nod of the head and a brief smile.  She acknowledged
the nod with a smile, and sat down.  Although she said nothing,
she did glance at me more than once, and after we were moving,
she finally leaned across the void and asked where I was headed.
I replied and she said that was interesting, as she was headed to
Dallas, also.  To visit her daughter, her married daughter.
    She didn't look old enough to have a married daughter, and I
told her so.  She smiled at that, and said thank you to the
compliment, and then looked straight ahead, silently.  I made
myself comfortable again, and went back to sleep.  The next stop
woke me up, again, and as I looked sleepily around, saw that she
was looking at me.
    "Did you enjoy your nap?"
    "I guess," I replied.  "I really don't remember much about
it."
    She laughed at that, and as the bus driver said that we would
be here for 15 minutes, she stood and stretched, somewhat showing
off her figure, and then moved forward and off the bus.  She
returned about five minutes later carrying a small paper bag.
After she was seated, she emptied the bag, one article at a time,
laying the cans of soda, bags of chips, and a cold sandwich on
the empty seat next to her.
    The sight of the soda cans suddenly made me very thirsty, and
heaving myself up, I too stretched and made my way forward and
off the bus.  I got a Pepsi from the machine next to the terminal
door, and after popping it open, stepped back onto the bus and
returned to my seat.
    She had watched me as I walked back down the aisle to my
seat, almost in the same manner as I had appraised the figures of
women as they walked.  She had smiled at me as I slid into my
seat, and again after I had sat down.  I had merely nodded an
acknowledgement.
    When the bus finally pulled out of the terminal, we both
settled in for the ride.  With another six hours before we
reached Dallas, I looked out the window as the west Texas country
side slid by, and marveled at the hues in the sky as the sun set
behind us.  The few other passengers on the bus were several rows
ahead of us, and all appeared to be either reading or sleeping.
    "My name is Carol," she said as she reached over and touched
my arm with her hand.
    "Oh.." I came out of my own little world. "Nice to meet you
Carol, my name is Keith."
    "Do you live in Dallas?"
    "No.  At least not yet.  I am going to visit a friend, and
see about a job that may be waiting for me."  Since she had
already told me she was going to visit her married daughter, I
didn't pursue the conversation.
    "And just what is it that you do," she asked?
    "I am a commercial artist," I replied.  "Sometimes I get into
package art work, package design, and do some things with
computer graphics."
    "That sounds very interesting," she said.  "Would you mind if
I moved and sat next to you?  It would make conversation a lot
easier."  I motioned for her to come on over, and as I started to
move to the seat next to the window, she said to stay where I
was, and slid in front of me and, half falling, dropped into the
seat next to me.
    "There," she said, "that's a lot better.  Now we don't have
to yell at each other."  I nodded my head in response.  We talked
a little, mostly about nothing.  Finally, she was silent for a
minute or two, and then making some remark about the heater in
the bus being extremely efficient, she leaned forward and tugged
her sweater off over her head, settling back in the seat, finally.
    Underneath her sweater, she had on a t-shirt, and underneath
it, nothing.  Her nipples were prominent against the soft fabric,
and as I glanced at her, they poked out even further.  She caught
the glance, and then, with a smile, smoothed the fabric out,
pulling it tight across her breasts.
    It was obvious that she was built rather well, and proud of
it, too.  We rode silently for a while.  I sipped and finished
off my Pepsi, and as I tossed the empty can into the seat behind
us, she smiled at me.
    "Do you know the difference between kinky and perverted?"
Her question caught me a little off guard.
    "No," I said.  "But I am always glad to learn something new."
    "Well, kinky is where you use just a feather," she said,
laughing. "And perverted is where you use the whole chicken."
Her eyes were dancing as they stared into mine, trying to judge
my reaction, I guess.
    "If that's true," I responded.  "Then I guess I might be
considered a pervert.  Though I never really thought about it
that much," I added.
    Again, she smiled.  A knowing smile, if you know what I mean,
and then she said, "me too," and laughed.  Her hand moved from
her lap to my knee, tracing a light circle with her fingers.  I
made no move to stop her, and as we rode along, her hand moved
higher and closer to my crotch, and once, as the bus lurched
across a bump, her hand grazed my cock.  I turned to look at her,
but her eyes gave away nothing, just stared into mine and seemed
to say that she was doing exactly what she wanted to do.
    Her hand became busy again, and as she lightly rubbed my
thigh, I saw in the dim light, that her nipples were even more
pronounced than they had been.  I moved my hand to touch them,
and she moved herself so that I had full access to her breasts.
Her hand was still on my leg.  After teasing them through the
thin fabric of the shirt, she finally tugged it out of the waist
of her skirt, and pulled it up so that her breasts were exposed
to my eyes and my fingers.
    I traced small circles around her nipples, tracing the
outline of the aureole, and watched as her nipples continued to
grow.  Her eyes were closed now.  Her head back, enjoying this
stealthy exploration of her body in a semi-public setting.  Her
lips parted and her tongue slid out, wetting her lips, and then
her tongue was gone.  Her hand became busy again, rubbing my cock
through my jeans, softly at first and then more vigorously.
    "I want to touch it," she murmured.  Her hands were busy at
the buckle of my belt.  When she had it undone, her fingers
quickly undid the button at the waist and then she was pulling
the zipper down.  Her hand was warm to my skin as she slid it
underneath the elastic band of my shorts, and as I raised my ass
up out of my seat, she tugged my jeans and shorts down, releasing
my hard cock from its almost painful confinement.
    "It's so hard," she said, her fingers alternately stroking
and then fluttering softly and sensually up and down the length
of it.  Her head dipped into my lap, and I felt the hot wetness
of her mouth as she slid the head of my cock in between her lips.
I moved a little as I felt her tongue move over the head of my
cock, and then she was gently but firmly stroking the length of
it with her hand, her head bobbing slowly up and down.  It felt
great, and as she was starting to really get into it, the bus
slowed and took an exit off the interstate.
    She pulled her head up quickly to see what was happening, and
as she realized that we were going to be stopping again any
minute, she muttered some words of disgust under her breath.
Then quickly dropped back down, kissed the head of my cock, and
then sat up straight.  I tugged my jeans back up and zipped them,
but did not button the waist button.
    I looked over at her, and saw that her breasts were heaving,
the nipples unbelievably erect, and that her face was slightly
flushed.
    "Hold that thought," I said.  She smiled.
    "Don't worry, I will."
    "Promise?"
    "I promise," she answered.  "I just hate to have to wait, now
that I am all revved up."  Hell, at least she was honest about it.
    "I know the feeling," I replied.  The driver announced that
we would be in the terminal for a few minutes, and then on our
way as quickly as possible.
    Carol finally pulled her t-shirt down when the lights came
on, and after they had done some things in the luggage
compartment, the driver came back aboard, closed the door, killed
the inside lights, and pulled out of the terminal.  As we pulled
back onto the interstate, I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled
them down.
    Carol's hand quickly found my cock, stroking it back to full
hardness, and went back down on it.  Her mouth was very
experienced, and as she felt me start to get close to cumming,
she would back off for a minute or two, and when that moment had
passed, she would go back at it with a vengeance.  The second
time I got close, she took it completely out of her mouth, and
sat up straight in the seat.
    "Don't worry," she said.  "I am going to finish what I
started, but now I am so horny myself."  As she finished
speaking, she pulled the t-shirt off, stuffed it next to her, and
after kicking off her knee high boots, pulled her skirt up and
her panties down, then off.
    "Wanna fuck for a while?"
    "Sure," I said.  "I've never done it on a bus before."
    "Great," she said.  She layed the seat back as far as it
would go, then motioned for me to slide over underneath her.  I
complied, then pulled my jeans down to my knees.  She sat down on
me, then I felt her fingers as they found my cock and guided me
into her now hot wet cunt.  She shivered as I slid deeper and
deeper into her, and I could feel the muscles inside tighten
around me.
    "Play with my nipples.  Squeeze them hard.  I love it a
little rough."  I did as she asked, and as I kneaded and massaged
her breasts, she moaned, her cunt spasming around the cock in her
cunt.  Her breathing was getting a little ragged, and then she
banged off a little orgasm, then another one, then another.  Each
a little better than the one before it.
    "When you get ready to cum," she said.  "Let me know.  I want
to suck the cum out of your cock.  I want to feel you cum in my
mouth and taste you."  Whatever she wanted.
    She continued to ride my cock, her cunt able and willing to
accept it in its entirety.  Another orgasm came and went, her
cunt spasming as it did, and then the big one.  I could both feel
and hear her growl her delight, and squeezing both nipples hard,
she put her hands over her mouth and finally let it go.  It was a
good one, not that there are many, if any, bad ones, and as the
wave of pleasure started to subside, she slowly pulled herself up
and off me.
    I groaned my displeasure, but as I slid back into my seat,
her mouth replaced the tightness of her cunt.  I leaned back in
the seat reveling in the pleasure of her mouth.  I cupped one
breast in my hand, found the nipple and started massaging it
roughly as her tongue did wicked and wonderful things to the head
of my cock.
    She was really getting into giving me a blow job now, and as
we rolled down the highway, I could feel her suction increase and
the tempo of her tongue pick up.  Her hand was flying up and down
on my cock, jacking me up to a higher level of sensation.  And
then, I was cumming.  A shudder racked my body as the first cum
rocket exploded out of me.  She made a moaning sound as she felt
and tasted the first load, and worked even harder to finish the
job she had started.  It worked, and it was obvious that not only
was she good at what she did, she really liked to suck and
swallow.
    When I was finally through cumming, she sucked on it as it
started to deflate and when she was positive that it was empty,
she slid me out of her mouth, pausing to give the head a light
kiss.
    She sat back in her seat, a small smile on her lips, and
looked at me.  I stared into her eyes, a smile on my face, and
then leaned over and kissed her nipple.  She moaned a little moan
of delight, and as I continued to suck she slid her hand down and
started to rub her clit.
    "Don't quit," she whispered in my ear.  "I think the nerves
in that nipple are wired directly to my clit."  I kept sucking
her nipple, feeling the texture of it, and out of the corner of
my eye, watched as her other hand slid down to join the first
one.  I sucked harder, nipping it with my teeth, and as the
pleasure/pain hit her, her body shuddered.  I watched as two of
her fingers disappeared into the hole that my cock had been in,
and then my hand joined the one stroking her clit.  She was
moaning her delight, her hips twitching as the multitude of hands
and fingers played naughtily over the sensitive folds of skin.
    Her back arched a little, thrusting her breast against the
skin of my face, and biting a little harder on her nipple, she
came.  Another moan escaped her lips, louder than the others, and
for a fleeting moment, I thought that maybe one of the other
passengers would hear us and turn to see what was going on.  The
thought of being discovered was like an aphrodisiac, and I was
suddenly totally turned on, again.
    She continued to enjoy her orgasm, and when her spasms had
finally totally subsided, she sank back into the seat, sated for
the moment.  Grudgingly, I relinquished her nipple, and sat
straight in my seat.
    "Thanks," she said.  "I needed that."  Her head turned toward
me, and with a smile starting to form, she saw that I was totally
erect.  "Oh, do we need to do something about that," she asked,
nodding toward my cock.
    "It would certainly be nice," I answered.
    "Too bad we don't have a nice big bed to play in," she said.
Her hand was back on my cock. "Looks like under the current
conditions, though, you will just have to settle for another blow
job.  That is, if you want the swelling to go down."  She was
smiling widely now.
    "Yeah, too bad about the bed.  But I think a blow job would
do the trick."  She leaned over and licked the underside of my
cock, then moved her lips softly over the head.  I trembled a
little, and with no preamble at all, she slid almost the entire
length of me into her mouth.  I could feel the head tap at the
back of her mouth, and now she was going to let me face fuck her.
No hands busy this time.  My hips were pumping up and down, in
time to her bobbing head, and for what seemed like hours, I
fucked her face.
    She was breathing through her mouth, and every now and then,
a small wet slurping sound would come to my ears.  I felt her
hands on my balls, massaging me, urging me to cum again, and then
she dipped her head and slid me into her throat.  I had heard of
it, but never experienced it before, and as she kept up the
tempo, I just kept on humping away.  Finally, I felt myself
getting close, and told her not to change anything, put my hands
on her head, and humped for all I was worth.
    She felt the first load go off, then slid me out of her
throat, and sucked as hard as she could, her hands frantically
jacking me off into her hot waiting mouth.  I was empty fairly
quickly that time, and like before, she made sure that I was
drained dry before she took me out of her mouth.
    I sat there reveling in the sensations of cumming, totally
satisfied, and not the least concerned if the other passengers
had noticed us or not.  Carol lay back in the seat, her eyes
closed, her breasts and cunt still exposed to my view.  I slid my
hand into the small triangle of pubic hair, but she pushed it
away, her head shaking back and forth.
    Able to handle her rejection, I finally got my jeans and
shorts up and was soon rebuttoned and zipped.  She finally
stirred from her reverie, and almost grudgingly pulled her
panties up, then pulled on her boots.  Finally, she pulled her
t-shirt on, then lay back and closed her eyes.  I smiled and lay
back in my seat and went to sleep.
    I woke up about thirty minutes before we got to Dallas.  As I
came awake, I was aware that Carol's head was resting on my
shoulder, and when she felt me move, she too woke up.
    "Feel better," I asked?
    "A little," she answered.  "And a huge urge to feel you on
top of me, fucking our brains out in a big bed."
    "I like your honesty," I said.  "Most women would say that
they have never done anything like this before in there life.
And they don't know what came over them."
    She laughed.  "Well, I have never done it on a bus before
either, but I do like sex, good sex that is.  I guess to some
people that would make me a bad person."
    "Just those that either trully don't like sex, or those that
are hypocrites," I answered.
    "And we both know that there a lot of those," she said.
    The small talk continued as the lights of the highway and the
houses flashed by, and then we were pulling into the terminal.
    "Carol, I must say that this is the best bus ride I have ever
been on.  And thank you for a wonderful time."
    "You are quite welcome, Keith.  I had a wonderful time too.
About five or six times more wonderful than you had."  She
laughed as she said it.  "I just regret not having the chance to
do some serious quality fucking with you."
    "Me too," I replied.
    Just then we came to a stop.  The driver announced that we
were here, and standing and stretching, I got my little carry on
bag out from under the seat, and helped Carol get hers, and then
we were off the bus.  I saw my pal, Dave standing just inside the
terminal door.  He waved at me and I started towards the door.
Just then the girl that was standing next to him came out of the
door and ran by me.  I turned, and saw that it was Carol's
daughter, as they embraced in a hello.
    I moved on inside, and Dave came over and shook my hand, and
asked how my trip had been.  I said it had been extremely
interesting and was going to tell him how interesting when Carol
and her daughter walked up to us.  Carol hugged Dave and gave him
a kiss, while he murmured something about having a good trip.
    Then Dave turned and introduced me to his wife and
mother-in-law.  
    Funny how things work out sometimes.....

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