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Highway Bus  

Knight_Skye29 68M
21 posts
9/24/2020 11:38 pm
Highway Bus


The lurch of the highway coach shook him from his deep sleep, and for a few seconds he was unsure of where he was or what he was doing. In the pale blue glow of the night lights that ran the length of the bus, just above the windows, he could just make out the nodding and bobbing heads of the other passengers. It was obviously late, and gazing down the aisle he could see the headlights stabbing out into the inky darkness that was the highway. Holiday travel again, sleepless nights and destinations yet to reach. Still gathering his thoughts, he turned his head slightly towards the shapely woman seated beside him. She had boarded at the last stop, maybe an hour ago, and catching his eye as she approached down the long aisle, she smiled broadly and had asked him if the inside seat was taken. Freely rising to allow her in, he caught a fleeting scent of her perfume as she moved closely by him, expensive and hinting of south sea tropical fruits and sandalwood. She was a far cry from the people usually found in the mass exodus cross country that is the holidays. Someone alluring, evocative, with a smile that could melt a man. Gazing down at her, as she slept beside him, he smiled. Her head was resting solidly against his shoulder, obviously she had tried the window and the headrest to help support her dozing head, and instinctively, her body had responded by finding the closest body to curl against. Not that he was complaining, she felt good there, a friend in the middle of a long night that somehow made the trip more bearable. It was good to have company, even if they had spoken very few words before the bus lurched out of the truckstop and back into the night. Her perfume enticed him again, and his mind wandered, unable to sleep, wondering who the woman beside him was and where she was going. The bus made another lurch, and in the dim light he could just make out the soft and sensual curve of her bosom, her leather jacket open and her white silk shirt glowing baby blue. He knew it wasn't proper to stare, but somehow he couldn't take his eyes away. She was the vision that he only allowed himself to dream about, professional, well groomed, sensual but not trashy, and a smile that made him shiver from excitement. These thoughts lingered, and stayed with him as he felt the warmth of her body against his arm. It felt good and it felt so right. His thoughts lingered and worked on him, and gradually, he began to stir with desire. Living alone had been difficult, and the opportunities to meet others was hard with the working hours he kept. He glanced down the aisle again, out into the darkness, trying to bring his mind back to something less pleasurable. Suddenly, the bus lurched to the left and he felt her press hard against his shoulder, felt her instinctively stiffen in panick, her hand reaching out to steady her fall...and landing on his upper thigh. Landing close, so very close, to him. He bit his lip, trying not to stir or awaken her. Her breast cradled in the natural crook of his arm, and in his imagination he thought he could feel her heartbeats through the silk shirt. His head was swimming with so many thoughts, thoughts he shouldn't allow himself to think in this situation. And suddenly, he felt himself swell and stiffen. In his mind he was screaming at himself to stop, but it was useless. The closeness of her body, the scent of her perfume and the long nights alone got to him. And beneath the pleated front of his dress trousers, his<b> manhood </font></b>was responding and inching slowly closer to her resting hand. He tried in vain to halt what was happening to him, when suddenly he felt her fingertip tap the very tip of his still stiffening cock. Her body shifted against his arm, she half turned into him, pressing closer, her movements telling him she was no longer in a deep slumber. She nuzzled in close in the darkness, her fingertips splaying out over his swelling manhood, and slowly she turned her face up towards his. His face was flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal, the blue light of the coach hiding the anguish on his face. Gazing down to her smile, he startled as she half-whispered...."You too?"

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