Bus in a Snowstorm

Bus in a Snowstorm
By: Raingirl

It's said that a typical younger male looks at a woman and mentally has sex with her if only for a split second. Well I'm here to tell you that it's not just younger guys that do that mentally.

Let me back up and tell you that I'm a 37 year old woman, 5'5, 120# with fair skin, red hair and a 36C bust. I'm married to a man 10 years older than me and he was disabled from an industrial accident and has severe back and neck problems that have plagued him for the last several years. Unfortunately, the accident killed his spirit as well as any interest in sex, since the act itself would be super painful. He's now content to sit at home and watch golf on TV while he collects his disability check and goes to his chiropractor twice a week.

Where that leaves me is very frustrated, especially in the sex department. Before his accident, my husband was a vibrant and virile lover who could always satisfy my very active sex drive. Now it's just a dull memory and all I can do is watch men board the bus as I go to and from work everyday and wonder in my mind what it would be like to jump in the sack with them.

I work downtown in an office of mostly women, so the opportunity to even see attractive men is fairly remote. I've taken to masturbating in the ladies room to get myself off a few times a week, and I even went to a XXX-rated movie theater to watch a porn film. It was exciting and scary at the same time since I could feel these men start to move in on me during the movie. I could smell the aroma of semen and sweat and decided I'd better get the hell out of there before I was attacked by some dirty patron.

My husband doesn't have a clue that I've purchased quite a collection of sex toys to help me through the week. I once inserted one of those ben-wa balls into my pussy and would reach down and turn the switch on for a few minutes while I worked at my desk. I could make myself cum right there without anyone knowing. By the end of the day, my panties would be wringing wet and I'd ride home on the bus with my thighs pressed together.

Most of the men that would ride my bus to and from work were nothing to write home about. Mostly guys my age or older that were overweight and wore pocket protectors. Not exactly what I had in mind for a romp in the hay, even if it was only in my mind. I'd even fantasize about men walking on the street and I'd envision them opening their pressed dress slacks and wiping out a nice hard cock that I'd eagerly go to work on with my mouth or imagine them hustling me into an alley and raising my skirt for a quick fuck that passers by could plainly see.

As winter approached and rider ship on the bus seemed to wane, I was delightfully surprised to see a young guy, about 20, getting on the bus on a pretty regular basis, especially on my way home. He was tall, good looking, blonde hair and a great smile. It didn't take me long to have his face plastered in my mental sex scene and I'd be fucking him like nobody's business each time I'd see him. He even sat right in front of me one day on the ride home and and shot me a quick smile before turning into his seat. I got to absorb the aroma of his body-spray and shampooed wavy hair as I wondered how big his cock was when fully aroused.

One particular day, I was getting ready for work and was listening to the news about the weather. They said there was a chance of snow during the afternoon, but I shrugged it off since most the time the forecasters are way off on their predictions. By the time I got on the bus and headed downtown, the snow had already started. When I got to work, I found out that half the staff had decided to stay home because of the snow.

I figured since I was there, I might as well do some work, so I kept at it until 4:00 PM. I left the office and got down to the lobby where I found out the snow storm had come on strong in the past two hours and the whole city was white. The streets were relatively empty and I figured that most of the downtown workers had probably tried to get home early to avoid the snow.

All the busses were already chained up and I found my way to the bus stop and had to wait about 30 minutes for my bus to arrive. I hadn't really dressed for this weather and I was freezing cold as I waited patiently for my bus to arrive. My skirt and pantyhose were no match for the blowing snow and the 25 degree temperature. Finally, the bus came and I got on and found a seat at the back. To my delight, my young blond hunk got on a couple stops later and I watched with anticipation where he might land. I made an obvious move sideways and he saw the space next to me and proceeded to sit next to me.

I don't know if I was shivering from the cold or from the excitement of having my beautiful young stud sitting next to me with his thigh pressed against mine.

"Hi, I'm Josh." he said smiling.

I stuck out my hand to shake his and replied "Veronica, nice to meet you."

"You look cold!" he said as I shook off another shiver.

"Ya, I waited half an hour for the bus and the blowing snow went right up my skirt!" I said with a giggle.

He smiled and looked down at the bare tops of my thighs and I felt a twinge deep in my gut.

Traffic was terrible and it took nearly an hour to go just a couple of miles through the snow covered streets as we avoided fender benders and spun-out cars that littered the streets. Finally we got onto the arterial and got up to about 25 MPH for a few minutes, then everything stopped. It appeared that as the arterial wound up onto the raised viaduct, several articulated buses without chains had spun out and totally blocked the entire three lane road. The worse part was that there was no exits from this arterial and so we were stuck until the tow trucks could work their way down the arterial from the other direction.

After almost an hour passed, the driver said that the delay could be another 2-3 hours and if anyone wanted off, they could walk to another bus stop to try to catch another bus. From what we could see and hear on the radio, the entire city was basically at gridlock and we could see people in their cars next to us just shutting off their motors and sleeping in their cars until something broke loose. I pulled out my cell phone and called my husband to let him know of the delay. The bastard's main concern was what was he going to do for dinner! I cut the call short and focused my attention back on my new friend.

I wasn't dressed to go trudging around outside, so I figured I'd just stay put. Most of the patrons on the bus decided to hoof it, but when Josh turned to me and said "You want to go see if we can catch another bus?"

I replied as I pointed to my bare legs and skirt and said with a smile "I'm not exactly dressed for walking in this weather."

Josh's eyes seem to hold their focus on my legs a bit longer than I was expecting. I started to wonder about that old adage about young guys having mental sex with women they saw and I shivered again.

"Maybe I'll stay here with you and keep you company." He said, much to my delight.

Probably 70% of the riders had departed and Josh and I were nearly alone in the back of the bus. After another 45 minutes, another group decided they'd try their luck on foot and now there was only us two, the driver and a couple elderly women that were sitting right behind the driver.

Josh & I made small talk and found out he was working in advertising. I told him about my job and ended up telling him about my husband's accident and disability. I guess he could hear the resentment in my voice and he said "Must be rough on you being so young and he's so unable to do anything!"

I blushed at the "young comment, but I wondered just what Josh meant by his comment about my husband not able to "do anything" really meant? Was I reading too much into all this? Could an attractive young guy really find a woman like me interesting? Was he mentally undressing me and wondering what I was like in the sack? I was shuddering at the thought and my mind started wandering into a sublime moment.

Just when I was trying to shake the silly notion out of my head, Josh put his arm around me and pulled me closer. "It's really getting colder in here now that the bus driver shut of the engine."

I thought the move was a bit presumptuous, but I didn't protest, in fact, I snuggled closer as I felt the warmth of his body against mine. After a bit more small talk, his left hand dropped onto my thigh and rested there. Suddenly I was having a hell of a time trying to keep up our conversation, because I was getting so turned on and playing out a dozen scenarios in my mind. My slit was definitely oozing juices now and I wondered what or who would make the next move.

Josh looked up towards the front of the bus and said "Those two old ladies have no one to keep them warm." then he pulled me even tighter. I reasoned that he was only being polite and trying to keep me warm and there was really nothing sexual about it. But Josh's hand began slowly traveling down my thigh until his hand was on my bare thigh. We didn't say a thing, but I slowly opened my legs slightly. Josh took the queue and began sliding his bare hand up the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs a little wider and leaned back against Josh's arm. My heart was racing and I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes.

Was I really ready for this? Was I such a horny slut that I'd allow a guy almost young enough to be my son to have sex with me on a public bus, a guy I had only met a few hours before?

His fingers were smooth and his touch was ever so soft. I knew that if I wanted this to stop, I'd have to do it right now.... But I couldn't. I wanted it, wanted it so badly! It had been nearly two years since I'd had sex with my husband and I was so horny that I just about was ready to disrobe right then and fuck my new friend!

We huddled close together and his fingers kept creeping high and higher up my thigh. I now had my legs spread even wider apart, letting Josh know he had an open invitation to go further. I took in a sharp breath when his fingers finally grazed the crotch of my pantyhose and panties. I wasn't sure how he was going to deal with the pantyhose, but, with the skill of a master, his finger twisted against the sheer material until they ripped open at the seam and allowed him to go on.

I wanted to reciprocate, to let him know it was more than alright with me. I had my hand drop into his lap and cupped my fingers over the bulge in his pants. I slowly ran my hand up and down the length of his cloth-covered shaft as I felt his finger press the thin crotch of my panties to one side and then he slipped one finger into my moist slit.

"Oh gawwddddd!' I whispered as I spread open even more and continued stroking his erection. He expertly fingered my pussy and quickly found my swollen clit which he tweaked between his finger and thumb.

"Take out my cock Veronica!" he said in a low voice.

I quickly undid his belt, button and zipper, then opened his pants up to see the shaft of his cock straining against his boxer-briefs. I could see a wet spot near the tip and figured his pre-cum was oozing like crazy. I snaked my hand inside and pulled his member free of his shorts.

It was an amazing sight! Even in the dim light, I marveled at the size and traced my hands along the bulging veins along it's length. I flicked my thumb over the head and smeared the droplets of precum all around the mushroom head of his cock. It was so much thicker than my husband's was and I knew right then that I wanted it inside me, no matter what!

Josh continued finger-fucking me as I stroked his erect cock. It was so erotic that I was about ready to climax right then and there. Here was my fantasy finally coming true! My cunt was throbbing and I ached to have him fill my pussy with this marvelous tool in my hand.

It was like Josh was reading my thoughts, because just then, he slipped his hand from my panties and scooted back against the window with his legs shoved out towards me on the seat.

"Come straddle me Veronica, come slide your pussy down on me." he said quietly.

The seat in front of us gave some visual block of what we were doing, but it wasn't hard to figure out if someone really looked hard. I wasted no time in sliding up over him and spread my skirt over us to hide what was going on underneath. Josh positioned me over his hard cock and I slowly eased my way down his shaft.

"That feels so fucking good Josh!" I moaned quietly. We took a little while to get situated just right then we began to fuck with long slow strokes. I could feel my body already building to my first climax and I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him hard just as I trembled with my first orgasm. Josh raised his hips up and I ground my pubic bone down on him as hard as I could. I felt Josh reaching inside my coat and blouse and he began mauling my tits as my pussy spasmed around his glorious cock.

I had forgotten what a good fucking really felt like, and this was even more intense with a stranger in public! My nipples were stiff and sensitive as he rolled the hard nubs with his fingers as he kept a slow thrusting motion into my pussy. I could feel my juices oozing past his shaft and I was so ready to feel him cum inside me. I began humping him with more motion and wiggled my pussy down on his shaft and did my best to milk his cock with my cunt muscles. It must have done the trick, because it was only another couple minutes before e let out a low groan and I felt his sperm erupting inside my womb. His cock twitched and flexed and continued shooting stream after stream of his love juice inside me. I collapsed on top of him and kissed him again.

I was in heaven! My cunt was throbbing with delight, just like it used to when my husband would give me a good fucking. I had almost forgotten how sexy and sensual it was. I was in such a state, I'd nearly forgotten my surrounds. I looked sideways and saw the bus driver facing back towards Josh & me and he smiled and nodded, then went back to chatting with the two old ladies.

When the traffic jam had finally cleared, it was nearly 9:00 PM. I rode past my stop and went to Josh's apartment where we fuck for another two hours. Josh was amazed at how horny I was and how I didn't want to stop. I told him that it may be a long while before I get another chance at this.

Josh said "I'll make sure you're well taken care of."