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."

Three's A Crowd

Three's A Crowd [part 4 of 5]
By: tlc1220too (tlc1220too@yahoo.com)

For those who haven't read the preceding chapters, I'm just an average guy who after many, many, many years of being made to feel like the worst lover ever on the face of the planet, found an opportunity to explore his sexual prowess via a patch called adultery. This is the fourth of my accounts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------------

Now back at home with the family after well over a year working in another state, I began to settle into my new job. While sometimes stressful and demanding, I've found that once I get into the routine, I have a bit of free time on my hands. At this point in time, the Internet wasn't as closely guarded as it is today and I was able to browse the personal ads in my down times. One caught my eye, in that it was a couple looking for a third. It seems the wife had needs the husband couldn't fulfill and he was soliciting some help. Now granted, this is a bit kinky, but I was game to at least explore the possibilities and so an answer I shot off the ad.

A few days later, I received a reply and we began to converse a bit via e-mail. The couple were about my age, both being a few years older than myself. We seemed to hit it off OK and we decided to meet at a motel that was relatively close to us both. Denny was retired from a medical condition. He and I had a lot in common having grown up on small farms and both having worked for a chemical company at some point in our respective careers. His wife Nancy seemed very nice, not too quiet but not loud or boisterous either. I met them in their room and we talked a bit. Denny explained that he'd had prostrate cancer and couldn't perform any longer, but added that he and Nancy had they're way of dealing with their needs at home but Nancy needed a hard cock now and then. After perhaps 30 minutes, Nancy said, "Would you like to freshen up a bit before we begin?" That took me back a bit, this being my first such experience, but I replied, "Yes, a shower might be a good idea after working all day." And so I adjourned to the bathroom wondering what I've let myself in for here.

I showered quickly and slipped my clothes back on, not knowing exactly how to begin in this situation. As I turned the corner into the bedroom, I found I was highly overdressed with both of them sitting there stark naked and the bed turned down. "I guess I'm a bit over dressed," I chuckled. "Yes, you are." Nancy softly smiled. So, off came my clothes and she and I settled into the bed. Denny said, "I'll just watch if that's OK and maybe join in later." Nancy was about 5' 7" I'm guessing, slim, with probably 32A breasts, 30 inch waist and 36 inch hips I'm guessing.

OK, this was going to be odd to say the least. I wasn't accustomed to performing on command but what the hell, if it works, it works. If not, nothing much loss except perhaps some pride.

Nancy and I began kissing, caressing and getting our bodies as close as possible. She responded very nicely to my kisses and caresses. I began kissing my way down her neck to her breasts. Whale her breasts were small, her nipples were dark brown, an inch or so long and the diameter of a thick pencil eraser. I heard her suck in air quickly as my tongue circled her right nipple and then sucked it into my eager lips. I rolled her left nipple between my fingers, pulled gently on it and kissed my way across her chest to it to give it the same treatment her right had received. "Yesssssssss...", she hissed.

This being a good sign, I spent several minutes tongue lashing her nipples, suckling them and biting them softly. I let my hands roam down her stomach to her thighs, caressing them as I went. When I reached her neatly trimmed bush, her legs parted allowing me free access. I let my fingers slide down the inside of her thigh and lightly brush across the lips of her pussy. Her breathing became deeper, more measured. I kissed my way down her tummy which while a bit relaxed from the years, still slim and soft. I marched my lips down her torso, lighting tugging on her bush with my teeth as I made my way south. I landed kisses and love bites to the inside of her thighs. As I glanced upward, I could see her pussy lips were now plump, engorged. There were beads of her love juices dancing on her bush and to my great delight, her clit was standing tall like a little soldier guarding the fort. Nancy had the largest clitoris I'd ever seen. It was as big around as my pinkie and probably 3/4" to an inch long. It looked like a little cock peeking out from under it's hood. I let my tongue lightly slide along the edges of her pussy lips. Nancy thrust her hips upward pushing her pussy into my face. I circled her clit with my tongue once and again she thrust her savory cunt upward toward my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth in one slurp.

"OH MY GOD, YES!", was her response. In no time at all, her pelvic ridge was bumping my nose in a steady rt hymn, her legs encircled my neck and clamped my head to her by now sopping gash. My tongue danced on her clit then buried itself as deep as I could into her cunt. Nancy's legs clamped even harder around my head as her body shuddered and a low moan escaped her lips, then she relaxed. She pulled me up to her and kissed me. "Mmmmm, I think you're going to do very nicely." she whispered.

We rested a few minutes then began again following much the same routine. If you've read my previous works, you know I love to eat pussy and satisfy my lover. Fair or not, we men do have limitations whereas I've found some women seem to have none. As I slipped back between Nancy's legs, Denny stirred and walked over to Nancy holding his semi-hard dick in his hand. It was considerably smaller than my own but I've also learned it isn't the size that matters so much as what you do with it. Denny presented is dick to his wife who eagerly began to suck it as her pussy continued to gain lubrication and thrusting it into my eager mouth. Denny didn't last long and soon retreated to his chair in the corner.

Nancy moaned to me, "Come up here, baby. I want that cock of yours inside me." Upward I kissed my way to her open arms and lips. Kissing her, I tasted Denny on her lips but it wasn't bad. Nancy reached between us and grasped my rigid cock, rubbed it up and down her oozing slit then guided me into her steaming cunt. It must have been awhile since she'd had a cock because she was pretty snug and she moaned as I slid myself totally inside her. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me, please, fuck me" she whispered in my ear. I began to pump myself in and out of her, her juices lubricating me to the point I was smoothly pistoning in and out of her in short order. Nancy wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me ever deeper into her with my every thrust. I hadn't had any real pussy in awhile myself so I didn't last all that long myself, maybe 10 to 15 minutes. I could feel the soft spongy resistance of her cervix when I really started pounding her. All I heard were her moans and cooing as I did my best to drive my cock through her body. Once again she began to tense up and her cunt began to grasp my cock like a vise. That was it, I unloaded one, two, three, four ropes of cum deep into her eager womb and collapsed on top of her.

"Oh my, you are a machine," she purred and she hugged me close and gave me a deep kiss.

I was able to recover fairly quickly and we went at it three or four more times that session. While I really enjoyed it, I wasn't 100% sure if I'd made the grade until the next day when I opened my e-mail I saw a message from them. It was from Nancy. "You were wonderful. I'm a bit sore today from the pounding that cock of yours gave me, but it's a good sore. I like it. I hope we can see you again soon." - Nancy.

Over the next several months, we met about every three to four weeks, ususally at a motel about 45 minutes from their home. There were some fast food places and a strip club nearby it. The routine was that I'd arrive, shower, make love to Nancy once or twice then Denny would join in for his jollies, then he'd leave to get a bite to eat or just hang out at the strip joint for an hour or so leaving Nancy and I alone. We talked quite a bit over that period of time. She told me how she'd not always been all that interested in sex until she and Denny separated for a time and during that time a boyfriend she acquired introduced her to sex like she'd never experienced. He'd turned out to be a sleaze as a man but he had awakened a desire she didn't know existed. When she and Denny got back together it was okay for a time but never like with her boyfriend and then when the prostrate cancer hit, she said she about went nuts. They'd finally agreed that they'd look for some surrogate assistance. I wasn't their first, but I may have very well been the last.

They invited me to their home a couple of times, but mostly we met at a motel midway between us. On one occasion, while I was going down on Nancy, I felt a warm, wet feeling around my cock. Denny had ambushed me! I didn't freak out but it was a bit unsettling. Had I had some warning, it might have gone better but as it was, I didn't enjoy that at all. The next week, Denny asked if I'd like to meet for lunch via IM. I asked him why and his response was "So we could have some dessert." to which I responded, "Dessert?" His response, "Blowjob". I told him that while I couldn't explain why, it just wasn't the same when he did that versus Nancy. The subject never came up again, but the next time we met in the motel, while I was in the bathroom getting out of the shower I overheard him tell Nancy, "Get this over with. I don't want to be here all night while you get your jollies." Nancy was a bit miffed at him, telling him to fuck off. I think it was that night after Denny had left the room for his sandwich or whatever, that Nancy and I agreed it was better when it was just the two of us. I think that was also when, after she'd cum for the third or fourth time until the urging of my tongue that she smiled at me as I came up for air and said, "I don't know what it is you do down there, but my God, it drives me crazy and please don't ever stop!" lol

The last time I saw Nancy, she had called and invited me to spend the night at their home. Denny and his son had left to drive to Flordia for a vacation. Nancy had some things she had to do before she could fly down to join them. It was a magical night. When I arrived in their city, she had go to a local shopping center where I called to let her know I was in town. She came to pick me up. "Nosy neighbors" she said. We drove to their home where I was hunkered down in the seat so it would appear she was alone. Once inside we quickly went to their basement which was finished very nicely. We immediately we clenched in a passionate embrace. I quickly noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and began to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples through her blouse. "Mmmmm..." came a warm reply. I clasped her ass in my hands and pulled her close to me as her arms encircled my head, running her fingers through my hair and shoving her tongue down my throat, or so it semed. After several minutes of this mutual groping, carressing, kissing and pressing our bodies as close as possible, I slipped my hand between us and down the front of her slacks. The were loose fitting and it was an easy task. I soon found my way to her already wet cunt and to my delight her clit was standing at attention and begging to be carressed, which I began to do in earnest. It wasn't long that her breathing deepened and she moaned, "I'm going to cum if you don't stop." "Cum for me, baby" I whispered, "I know there's plenty more where that will come from." and she let go, "Aaarrgh! Oh FUCK yes!" she gasped as she thrust her pelvis forward engulfing my fingers.

There was a futon nearby and I quickly got rid of her blouse, slacks and panties. She sat back on the futon and had a look on her face I'd seen many times before. Her eyes were glassy with lust. Her hands flew to my belt and in short order I too was nude. She spread hear legs and lifted them toward her chest. "Get that cock in me and NOW!" she hissed. Who was I to refuse? I moved closer to her and she reached out and grabbed my rigid cock and pulled me to her gaping pussy, slick with her own desire. It was like dipping my cock in boiling oil. "Oooooooh YES, fuck me, baby, FUCK ME!" she screamed. I drove my cock all the way in with one thrust. Her legs encircled me, trapping me close to her but giving me adequate room to begin a steady rthymn. Soon our bodies were slapping together as I drove as hard and deep as I could into her eager body. "Oh YES, that's it. Fuck me harder. Faster! Give me all of that delicious cock!" she urged. It was a good thing we were in the basement. I think she'd have been heard three blocks away if we hadn't. Soon, that familiar tickling in my balls was upon me. "I'm going to cum if I keep this up" I gasped. "GOOD! Cum in me, fill me with your cum, NOW" she gasped as I felt her own orgasm begin. Her pussy was so good. It clamped down on my like a vise then kneaded my cock, sucking me dry. As I softened, my cock slipped out of her with a "PLOP!" and a suction noise.A large glob of our combined cum followed soaking into the futon. "Oh no!" I said, "We'll stain your cushion." "So what?" she said as she arose, "I'll just flip it over and now one will ever notice." We spent that night making love with a goodly amount of animalistic fucking mixed in for good measure. Denny called to tell her they'd arrived at their destination in Florida. I heard Nancy tell him I'd come by for a visit. I couldn't hear what he may have said, but I got the feeling he wasn't happy about it. She didn't tell him I was spending the night.

The next morning, we had a lovely breakfast and she took me back to my car. She was on her way to the airport to catch her flight. We e-mailed one another later in the day and I asked her how her flight was. She said it was good, but she slept most of the way. She also said she was a bit sore from our antics. I apologized but she said, "No need. It was a good ache. I loved it and loved even more gettting it."

That was pretty much the last I heard from her. I wrote a few times to see if I'd done something wrong, but never got an answer. I'm guessing Denny was totally pissed and forbade her to see me again. That is a shame indeed. Would I see her again, given the chance? Absolutely.

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