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I look at my watch. Damn; just five minutes to go. I can make it if I run, but running with these damn high heels is impossible, so I stop and slip them off. Running on the cold, hard pavement in my bare feet is painful, but at least I am making progress. I can feel my breasts flopping about inside my dress as I run, in danger of coming out as the thin straps of my dress are barely holding them in, but running with a shoe in each hand there is nothing I can do about that.
Panting, I round the last corner, and there it is. As I dash over I see the doors close and I throw a pleading look at the driver who sees me and takes pity on me and opens the doors again. I get on, breathing heavily, and smile in gratitude at the driver, expressing my thanks, and he smiles back.
'You may want to adjust your dress, Luv' he says, and I look down and realise that my dress is askew and my right boob has got free and is on display.
I blush bright red and hurriedly turn away as I straighten my dress. Turning back, I look in my purse for my bus card and wave it at the reader and then walk back down the bus with everyone staring at me. I sit down next to another woman, my face still flushed, and conscious that everyone is still staring at me.
She pats my arm, 'Never mind Dear, and anyway, you've nothing to be ashamed of there.'
I try to sink into the seat, as slowly the other passengers look away and my red face returns to its normal colour.
The bus continues on its route, stopping frequently. Very few people get on and the number of passengers dwindles as they get off.
I sit and stare out of the window watching the town passing by and mull over the events of the evening. I had been to a Friday night birthday party for one of the girls in the office, and as it was a lovely warm autumn evening I had taken a light dress to work to change into with some evening shoes. Unfortunately, the loose form of the dress and the thin straps holding it up rather precluded wearing a bra, so I didn't bother. I left my work clothes at the office and we all trooped over to a local wine bar.
My boyfriend was coming from his work to join the party. We have been together for about three years, living together in a rented flat. I think our relationship had been suffering a bit lately, maybe it had gone a bit stale. I wasn't best pleased when he turned up, still in his work clothes, old jeans and a T-shirt, and he hadn't made any effort to get something remotely tidy to wear. We had a bust-up which ended with him leaving the party straight away.
I try to enjoy myself but eventually it dawns on me that without him I can't get home as he has the car. I know some of the others guests there but none of them live out my way, and I'm not going to start asking strangers for a lift home. Without enough cash for a minicab, even if I could get one late on a Friday, my only chance is to catch the bus. I check on my phone to see when the last bus goes and I have fifteen minutes to get to the bus stop outside the station, some way down the road. Frantically I say my farewell to the birthday girl and head off down the road. I check my watch and realised I'm not going to make it, which is when I started to run.
I look around the bus again and there are only three of us left. An older guy on the other side of the bus from me, and a younger man, maybe mid-thirties, near the back. The guy at the back appears to be asleep with his head resting against the window, but the old one near me keeps glancing over at me, maybe he had seen my indecorous entry to the bus. He gets up and I assume he is about to get off, but instead he crosses over and sits right behind me.
That is a bit spooky and I'm not very comfortable with it, especially late at night in an almost empty bus. I get up and move to the back and sit next to the sleeper for some perceived moral, and maybe physical, support.
As I sit down he wakes up and looks at me. Then he looks around at the almost empty bus, and then back at me.
'Hello.' He says, with a slightly raised eyebrow.
'I'm sorry to disturb you,' I respond, 'but the other man was being a bit creepy and I wanted a bit of support, you know, just in case.'
He looks over to the other passenger, and turns back to me. 'Not a problem, happy for you to sit with me.'
'You probably noticed my rather indelicate entrance when I got on' I said, feeling my face beginning to redden again.
'No, I didn't see you get on as I have been dozing. What happened?'
'Oh, nothing of any real interest.' And I am relieved he hadn't seen me get on with my boob hanging out.
By way of conversation, having noticed a sports bag on the floor, I ask 'Have you been to a gym?'
'Yes. I go after work occasionally, but as I work shifts it is sometimes quite late. I'm Seth by the way. Do you have a name?'
'Lizzie, Liz, whichever.' I have not only seen the sports bag, but in looking down I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his trousers between his legs, but I looked away quickly.
'Well Liz, can I say you look a bit underdressed for a late-night bus passenger.'
I explain the circumstances of the evening, and I don't know why, but I gave him chapter and verse on my relationship that had led to the bust-up this evening.
He puts his hand on my arm. 'That's tough, I'm sorry to hear it.' He says.
'I'm not. I think it has been coming for some time, and tonight was just the last straw. I don't know, but he may be back at the flat waiting for me.'
We chat on, about relationships and life in general. He is a pleasant and understanding guy, very easy to talk with, and I find myself telling him stuff that I wouldn't normally discuss with a stranger. I can't help glancing from time to time at the bulge in his trousers and think that it is growing.
Eventually he says 'the next stop is where I get off, so I am going to have to leave you. You should be OK as your friend got off a while back.'
I look out of the window and don't recognise anything. 'Hell, I think I must have missed my stop, and this is the last bus.'
'If you want, you can crash at my place tonight as you'll never get home, and your man may be there anyway, if you don't want to go back to him tonight.'
I'm in a dilemma. What he says is true and I am stranded out here, but he is a total stranger and I could unwittingly be getting into another spot of bother, but finally I realise I have no choice so will have to take the chance.
The bus comes to a standstill and we get off. There is a small parade of shops and we go to a door between two of them. He lets himself in and we head up the stairs. On the first floor there is a door, but he says that flat belongs to the shop but is unoccupied and used as a storeroom as the owner has a house nearby. We climb the next flight of stairs and there is a door at the top which he unlocks and we go in.
It is a studio apartment in what had been a large attic. It was basically one big room, with a living space over by the window at the front with chairs and a TV and old-style hi-fi, and beside that is a small dining table and chairs. On one side is a kitchenette with fridge and cooker, and opposite that nearer the door is a large, king-size bed, and in the corner near the door, part of the room has been partitioned off to enclose what I assume is a bathroom and toilet.
I look at him, 'Only the one bed?'
'I'm afraid so, but it is a big one, so there is room for you to have one side and I'll stick to the other.'
I'm not so sure about that. Also, I'm not really prepared for a night away, as all I have is the clothes I stand up in, a loose summer dress, a pir of brief-ish pants and my shoes.
However, there is no settee or reasonable alternative so it looks like we are going to have to share. Somewhere, deep in my brain, I don't really mind this. I like him and I have a vision of that bulge in his trousers, and anyway, it was a way of getting back at my boyfriend, and I havn't had any sex in a while.
He broke into my thoughts, 'Would you like a nightcap, or a tea or coffee or anything?'
'A coffee would be nice, thanks.'
We sit with our drinks and talk on for a while until we both start yawning. When he goes into the bathroom I could drop my dress and slip into the bed, but that mischievous though was still running around in my head, so I wait until he comes back into the room before turning my back on him and slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders. As it falls to the floor I can see out of the corner of my eye he is watching me, and I put my arm across my breasts before turning to the bed to get in.
I deliberately don't covered my boobs that well and he unashamedly stares at the sight.
'I should be more honest with you,' he says, 'In fact I did see you getting on the bus earlier, and thought you had a superb, err, figure. In fact I thought it was rather amusing, but I can understand your embarrassment. My guess is that the driver will be sharing the CCTV with his mates, and it might even end up on the internet!'
I give up the pretence and let go and just climb into the bed, my breasts exposed but I am still wearing my knickers. As he undresses, he drops his clothes over a chair and doesn't stop until he is completely naked. He has a good body, very fit looking and quite muscular, and I can't help but notice a tidy dark bush of coarse pubic hair with a very fine penis hanging down.
'Not one for modesty, are you.'
'I always sleep like this, in fact I don't even own any pyjamas.' And with that he climbs into his side of the bed. The sight isn't doing my resolve any good at all, and I know if we stare at each other any longer I'll not be able to keep my hands off him, so I say 'good night' and give him a quick peck on the cheek, saying 'thank you' for rescuing me.
He turns the bedside light off and I settle down, not feeling at all tired. I guess he isn't either as I am conscious of him tossing and turning for a while. Eventually it goes quiet and I snuggle down to try and sleep, but in doing so I can feel my bum against his body. He must be well over my side of the bed as I am quite near the edge, and I'm not sure if he is just used to sleeping alone and having the entire bed to himself or if he is deliberately encroaching on my space.
I turn over and as I do so my hand lands on his body. I am not sure what I am touching, but it feels like his taut belly. It is too much and without any conscious decision my hand slides down slowly, and amazingly before it reaches his pubes, I touch the head of his penis, in full erection.
He is obviously not asleep and he senses my surprise and puts his hand on mine, encouraging me to hold his hard cock.
What a beauty. I feel how hard and long it is and the skin slides up and down easily. I can feel a lot of skin at the tip, so he is obviously uncircumcised, with a long foreskin.
With my hand around his erection he starts to feel my boobs; softly running his fingers over them, cupping them in his hands.
'I loved your breasts from the moment you got on the bus and showed us all how perfect they are. Then when you came and sat with me, in that loose dress, every time the bus moved your breasts bounced and swung so erotically I couldn't help getting hard. In fact, watching you, I have been permanently stiff and my cock hasn't gone down once.'
With that, he pushes the cover back exposing my boobs, and he sits up and just stares at them. I wriggle slightly making them move and he smiles in appreciation. Then he lowers his head and fastens his mouth around a nipple and sucks, drawing it and the areola into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the nipple. He stops and repeats this on my other breast while fondling them with his hands.
I could put up with that all night, or until they get too sore, and I lie back and let him continue. As I lie there, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, I feel his hand sliding slowly down my body. I know where he is going. So slowly it inches down, so frustratingly. Eventually he reaches my knickers and his fingers slide inside them.
I haven't shaved in a while and my hair is growing but not yet a thick bush, and his fingers slide across the soft flesh of my sex. With his hand resting on my pussy, one finger slides along my opening crack, sometimes dipping into my vagina, sometimes nudging against my increasingly sensitive clitoris, but with gentle, tender movements, nothing hard or rushed.
He stops and, disappointingly, he takes his hand out and throws the covers off the bed. Looking again at my almost naked body, he takes hold of my knickers and pulls them right down and off.
He moves down so he is kneeling between my legs and lifts them wider apart, and as he does, my pussy lips spread wide open to his gaze. Having feasted his eyes on my most intimate area for a while, he lowers his head and runs his tongue along my open pussy. It is absolutely fabulous, feeling the smoothness of his tongue all over my super-sensitive skin. He continues to lick and suck my pussy, dipping his tongue into my opening vagina and teasing my clit, and I writhe on the bed as the waves of pleasure wash over me.
My cunt is running with wetness and I can feel it run down into my bum crack and I sense an orgasm building, and as much as I want it, need it even, I don't want it like that; I want to cum with a hard dick inside me. I push his head away to stop him and he guesses I am getting close. He moves up my body, intending to take me, but I have unfinished business with his cock and I roll him off me so he is lying on his back.
His erection is still hard, standing up even as he lies there, and I settle down closer to the beautiful beast. As I had felt it earlier, it is a fine cock, a splendid erection. I wrap my hand around it and it is hot and firm to the touch and the skin moves easily along its length. There is a long foreskin, and even in its erect state it is till covering the glans, but his helmet is clearly outlined inside with pronounced rim and a usual pointy shape. Hanging below the base of his cock is his hairy sac with two good-sized balls inside, which are moving about as I watch.
I hold the loose skin near the top of his shaft and slowly draw it down, and the foreskin spreads and slips over his cock-head until it is fully revealed. Somewhere between pink and purple, the pointy helmet is shiny, the skin taut, with a big rim. Already there is a bead of clear fluid in the eye, his pre-cum already seeping out, evidence of his arousal.
I lower my head and lick his helmet, tasting the slippery juice, and running my tongue all over, loving my new erotic lollipop. It tastes clean, so he must have showered at the gym, and I lower my mouth, taking more and more of his erection in until I can feel it pushing against the back of my throat. Slowly I go up and down on his stiffness, licking all over it, concentrating on the big head, and the underside, and soon I feel him beginning to thrust into my mouth and I know he is ready. I don't want him to cum in my mouth, I still want him to fuck me, properly. Though maybe, one day perhaps, it would be fun to suck him off.
I stop sucking him and move up his body. As his stiff cock slides down across my pussy I push back and he enters me. I get up onto my knees as I squat over his erection which is lodged in the entrance to my vagina. I am wet, very wet, dripping wet, as I feel another trickle of wetness run down the inside of my thigh.
Ooof, I slide down his manhood in one easy movement, and I feel my cunt spread as he penetrates me, deeply, until I am sitting on his balls. With my hands on his shoulders I begin to ride him, up and down, up and down, loving the feeling of being spread, and that fat cock-head reaming my cunt. Not having had any sex for a few months I am not going to last long, riding a lovely cock like his, as I can feel my orgasm building, the sensitivity of my cunt enflamed by his meat moving inside me.
My clit is burning, my cunt is spasming and Seth is groaning. 'Fuck! I'm cumming' I cry and I pound on his dick even harder.
'That's it, make me cum, wait for me' groans Seth.
I'm not waiting for anybody, my orgasm is out of control as my clit explodes through my cunt and I am genuinely crying; tears of joy, of ecstasy, as the climax rips through me. I am frozen, impaled on his hard cock, and through the haze I hear Seth grunting and I am conscious of his erection pumping inside me, and I know he has dumped his seed in me.
I fall forward on his chest and lie still with the dying embers of my orgasm rippling through me, his cock still buried inside me as slowly we come down. We kiss deeply, joined not only in body, but in our shared ecstasy.
Lying on top of him I realise that Seth has not softened, and I lift my head to look at him.
'You're still hard' I observe.
'Like you, it has been a while, and I needed the release. But I want to have you properly as I have more to give.
We lie there for a while, connected, loving each other, kissing, enjoying the moment. My cunt is still very sensitive and every movement of Seth's body reflects in his cock as it moves slightly inside me. I am loving it and begin to move slowly up and down, and he gets the message and moves with me. Soon we are fucking again, the copious mess in my cunt easing the action, so I am not sore, and I can feel it running out of me.
Seth pulls out and says 'turn over,' and I do as he says. He lifts my hips so my bum is in the air and I feel his slimy cock slide along my bum crack. My bum-hole must be exposed to him as his cock slides against it and I wonder if he is going to take me there and if I should let him, as I have never had it up the backside before, but he slides on until he is at my gaping vagina, and he slips in easily.
He fucks me gently, with long, easy strokes, penetrating me deeply with each thrust, and I love the different feeling as his hard cock rubs against the back wall of my cunt. I put my hand between my legs and feel his wet cock sliding into me, and his big, hairy balls are swinging as he thrusts. I touch my clit as it is not getting any action and I am surprised how sensitive it still is, so I leave it.
Having taken me from behind for a while he pulls out and I roll over onto my back. He lifts my legs up and out and shuffles up so he is kneeling between my thighs and inserts his cock into me again. I watch as it slides in and out, coated in a white cream which is partly his spunk and partly my juice. I lie back and close my eyes, revelling in the sensation of his hard cock sliding in my cunt.
I hear a noise and it sounds like someone coming in the door. We both turn and see a woman who has come in. She is tall and slim with long brunette hair and she is standing by the door, staring at us, stark naked on the bed, me with my legs in the air, spread wide, and Seth kneeling between my legs with his cock in my cunt, paused in mid-stroke. I don't know what to do, but amazingly he greets her as though nothing out of the ordinary is happening. She smiles and speaks back to him, telling him not to stop, watching as he resumes thrusting his cock in me.
She watches us for a few moments and then comes over to the wardrobe and takes out some clothes. I can't believe what is happening, but as Seth isn't concerned, I just lie there as he fucks me. She drops the clothes on a corner of the bed, and then amazingly she starts to undress. This is surreal; while a totally naked stranger is being fucked, she gets changed right next to us. When she is naked she goes to the bathroom, a few minutes later she comes out again and gets dressed. I find the situation rather exciting, slightly jealous of her pert breasts and she has a totally shaved pussy. Once dressed she leans over and runs her fingers over my breasts, feeling their size and the hardness of my nipples.
'Mmm, nice tits, we should play sometime' she says, and with that she leaves without another word!
'Don't mind Jo, she's my sister and she shares this place with me, and she's, err, very broad-minded!'
He lies down on top of me and continues to fuck me, beginning to get less gentle, his long, powerful strokes, banging into me firmly, crushing against my enlarged, exposed, sensitive clit. I am getting worked up again, the signs of an orgasm already rippling through my cunt. I reach down and grab his arse, trying to pull him in even deeper, pulling his cheeks apart in the process.
'Grab my tits, hurt me,' I shout at him and he starts to pinch and pull my nipples, painful but exciting, I'm so close, but I just can't trip over the edge.
His thrusting into me is no longer smooth strokes, but short, jerking stabs.
'I'm cumming' he cries, as he collapses on top of me, pounding my cunt hard, crushing my super-sensitive clit each time he plumbs the depths of my cunt.
'Wait for me' I plead, thrusting my hips up in time with his urgent stabbing.
'I'm there' he cries, and with a primeval grunt he stops thrusting, and I feel his big cock pulse as he dumps another load deep inside me, filling my cunt with his spunk.
That trips the basic instinct in my brain, as even as I feel him squirting his seed I fall over the edge, my clit explodes with pleasure and my cunt goes into rhythmic contractions, sucking the semen from him, my body jerking with the uncontrollable pleasure as my orgasm washes over me.
All too soon it is over. I am exhausted and Seth has collapsed on top of me, still breathing heavily, his erection still quite hard inside me but slowly he slides it out and I can feel the mess of his orgasm running out of me.
We lie together in post-coital bliss, totally satisfied, and before long we drift off to sleep.
I wake but don't know what time it is, but I could see it is light outside. I lie there remembering the events of the previous evening, still sensing the residual feeling between my legs of having been well fucked. I touch myself there and the dried residue of our mutual pleasure is all over me.
I slide quietly out of the bed and pad over to the bathroom and clean myself up. There are two of everything which confuses me until I remember Seth saying his sister shares the flat with him.
I go back to the bed and look down at Seth, lying on his back, peacefully still, breathing slowly and deeply. I can't help but wonder about his lovely cock that gave me so much pleasure. As I lift the cover to get back into bed I sneak a look at his manhood. It is still pretty big, not much smaller than when erect, but lying softly on his thigh.
As I lift the covers, looking at him sleeping, thinking about the pleasure he had given me, he opens his eyes. There is a moment of blankness until, like me, he remembers. He smiles broadly at me.
'Hello!' Sleep well?'
'Mmmm, lovely thanks you. I just used the bathroom and there is two of everything, so you weren't kidding about your sister living here with you?'
'Jo? Yes we share this place. After our mum died a few years back we had to leave the council house we all lived in as it was in her name and Jo and I weren't entitled on our own. We found this flat as a temporary place to stay, and have been here ever since.'
'But, you said there is only the one bed?'
'That's right, we share it.'
'But, how do you.., I mean, do you..., don't you... I'm sorry, its none of my business.'
'No, it's a fair question. You've met her, briefly, and she is pretty... err, liberated, if that's the word. And yes, we do sometimes. We've always been close as brother and sister and it's an extension of that. Anyway, now she has a boyfriend she doesn't need it from me so much, so it is only occasional these days, and anyway, she spends a lot of her time with him now, Brian.'
'You didn't offer me one of her nighties to save my embarrassment!'
'We neither of us wear anything in bed, although she probably has one somewhere. In any case, I wanted to see your breasts again, and look how it ended up. Are you disappointed?'
I smile, 'No, I can't say that I am.'
I had been feeling his cock as we talked and it had grown back to full stiffness. I want to suck him again, so I bend down and stare at his erection. I love his long foreskin and slowly pull back the skin on his shaft until his helmet is uncovered. No subtlety this time, after last night, and I close my mouth over his cock-head. I have gone down on him before he has had the chance to go to the bathroom, and his cock has all the flavours of our fuck. There is the musty flavour of his emissions mixed with the taste of my own cunt juice and I suck it off greedily.
He is plainly enjoying the blow-job, but wriggles around until we are in a '69' and his mouth settles on my pussy, gently licking along the crack. When he reaches my clit I realise how used my genitals feel after last night and I know I will not be able to take him, but the oral is soothing in its own way, and we continue to lick and suck on each other's sex.
He rolls over to get on top of me but I stop him.
'How do you like it?' he asks, but I have to tell him my poor cunt is feeling too used to go again.
He looks disappointed, kneeling there with his throbbing erection sticking straight out.
'Don't worry, hopefully there will be other opportunities, but for now you will have to make do with me sucking you off.'
He stops looking disappointed and moves over me so I am pinned down on my back and he kneels across my chest and he leans forward so his cock is by my mouth. I take it in and start sucking hard on his meat, rubbing my tongue all oner the taut skin of his helmet, concentrating on the underside, as he slowly fucks my mouth.
With my hands I feel round his lovely bum cheeks and slide my fingers up and down his bum crack, pulling his cheeks apart. I wriggle a finger against his anus and he moans with pleasure and I sense his cock get a bit harder. Encouraged I take my hand away briefly to lick my fingers and then feel my way to his bum-hole again, and using gentle pressure I push my finger into his bum.
I feel him clench on me as I push my finger in as far as I can, wriggling it about inside his arse, and with my free hand I cup his balls but his scrotum is all shrunk tight and his balls are tight up against the base of his cock. He has his hands on the headboard and is fucking my mouth eagerly.
Surprisingly he pulls out but I manage to keep my finger in his bum. 'I want to cum on your breasts, let me slide my cock in there.' With that he pushes his erect cock down between my breasts and slides between the mounds. I push them together as he fucks my boobs and I can see he is leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which helps to lubricate the sliding movement as he spreads it about.
His eyes are closed as his big cock slides between my boobs and I look down at it as comes and goes between my tits.
'I'm going to cum,' he moaned and he kneels upright. I grab his cock and wank him vigorously with his long foreskin pulled back.
'Aaaargh', There is plenty of pre-cum oozing from the eye and he grunts as a glob of thick, white cum dribbles out, and a moment later a big squirt of spunk shoots out and lands on my cheek, followed quickly by more and more squirts of less intensity that splash down on my breasts, and I can feel his bum contracting rhythmically on my finger in time with the spurts.
Having emptied his balls in me twice last night I am amazed by how much spunk he has, as it shoots and runs all over my boobs. It cannot last, and finally the last dribbles drip from his cock and join the mess on my boobs, his cum running off my big mounds.
I extract my finger from his bum and he gets off me and collapses down beside me, spent. He looks up at me and smiles. 'That was fantastic, and what a way to decorate your magnificent breasts.'
I grab some tissues from the bedside table and see there is a last dribble seeping out of his cock so I gently lift it and clean it up, and he watches me as I use more tissues to clean his semen off my breasts.
'She wasn't joking, you know, when she said she would like to play with you. Jo is straight as she likes to fuck, but she enjoys any pleasures and likes to play with women sometimes too. What would you think about that?'
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