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Emily Lewis stepped outside of the bus terminal and lifted the newspaper in her hand above her head. Large cold pellets of rain thwarted downwards from the grey sky above. By the time she identified the number on the bus she was to ride, the soaked newspaper had left little protection against the wetness. She frowned for her clothes were now clinging damply to her skin.
She mounted the steps of the bus and sighed with relief. Lowering the newspaper, she looked around and found a small trashcan underneath the dashboard. Letting the newspaper drop, she looked up and smiled at the bus driver who had been watching her with amusement. She knew she looked a mess. Her damp hair clung to her face and small tendrils met the corners of her mouth. Lifting her hand, she handed the driver her ticket.
The driver looked down at the ticket briefly and then commented, "You are seated in the very back. Number thirty."
Emily strolled down the isle. Only the lights inside the bus lit the path as she searched for her number. When she identified her seat, she bit her lip and began tugging down the straps of the duffle bag hanging heavily from her back. After a few moments of struggles, she managed to fit the bag in the compartment above. Lowering her hands to smooth the wrinkles out of her white flowered dress, she scooted and sat down next to the window.
She leaned back her head against the headrest and closed her eyes. Breathing deeply, she dreaded the long trip to Pennsylvania to meet her best friend, Amanda. The dampened clothes would leave her extremely uncomfortable for the duration of the ride and she hadn't brought an extra set to change into. She had been anxious last night when talking with her friend on the phone. They had decided to go to the mall tomorrow to shop for new clothes and she hadn't thought to plan for an emergency such as this one. Although it was nearing summer, the wind still held a chill and she surmised that her vacation would be spent in bed sick with a cold - or worse, with a fever.
She blinked several times as she tried to open her eyes widely. Her painted eyelashes wanted to stick to her eyelids as they flickered. It had been foolish to wear makeup, and as it was late at night, even the small round lights lit above her seat wouldn't provide antiquate lighting to repair it. She shrugged and decided to not worry about it. Her adventure would just give something for her to joke about when she met her friend.
A few other people had gathered upon the bus; although, there weren't that many. They were scattered among the front, leaving several of the seats in the back vacant. She considered removing her wet pantyhose scratching at her legs if the seats remained empty. Perhaps she could even lie across her seat and nap a bit, she pondered. She imagined that she and her friend would want to chat a bit before going to bed, so it would be best to catch up on some rest. It was surely going to be a long night, she thought.
Several minutes passed before she leaned her head back against the headrest again to close her eyes. Her body shivered - her arms folded as she brought her hands up to rub them vigorously to bring some warmth to them. As the engines hummed loudly, she barely heard the driver close the entrance doors. She opened her eyes again just before the driver turned off the lights. As the seats in front of her were positioned higher than her head, she couldn't see up front - nor did she really care.
They were going to head out, or so she thought, before she heard the driver open the doors again and turn the lights back on. She looked up over the edge of the seat and observed a man handing his ticket to the bus driver. Obviously late, he turned and began walking down the isle hurriedly. From the distance, she noted that his jet black hair was matted, obviously from the rain. He was wearing a long black trench coat; the belt hanging loosely as it swayed back and forth with his stride. The closer he got the more notable his features became. He was olive toned, although she guessed it was from a tan, not so much of a possible foreign ethnicity. He wore a light beard, the stubbles formatting his mouth giving him a slight roguish look. His head lowered, allowing for tendrils to fall forward and disguise his eyes. Her last thought before the man took a seat directly across from hers, was that he was a strikingly handsome man.
When the man noticed she was looking at him, he turned his head and nodded - a brief smile touching his lips. Emily cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked away. The driver turned off the lights then, and minutes later, the bus was set in motion.
They were fifteen minutes into the trip before the driver finally led the bus out of the city onto one of the major highways. Emily came to the realization that should have brought a coat. The palms of her hands were still firmly placed upon her upper arms; massaging them for the heat below was only bringing warmth to her feet and calves. Shivering, she silently sighed.
Her mind - having been focused on the chillness of the air, hadn't heard the brief rustling in the seat next to her.
"Here, take this," she heard a voice say.
Emily turned - her eyes widening to see the man seated in the darkness with his hand lifted. He was offering her his coat.
"Oh, no. That's okay, I am not cold," she declined.
"The hell you are. Take it. I am wearing a turtleneck and it's dry," he persuaded.
When the man gently shook his hand towards her, another shiver coursed through her body, prompting him to smile with triumph.
"Ok, if you don't mind," she admitted defeat.
He shrugged, "Not at all."
Leaning forward, she placed the trench coat around her shoulders. Her hand came up to smooth the lapels. A brief scent of some brand of aftershave immediately drifted across her nose. It was rather an enticing aroma - a mixture of male heat and spice which prompted her to leave the lapels sheltered around her neck opposed to flattening them.
She turned and said modestly, "Thank you."
He glanced at her and nodded. "No problem." His smile widened revealing white straight teeth. "My name is Gregory. Yours?"
"Emily."
"Nice to meet you, Emily," he said; his voice lowering with each word so that when he said her name, it was but a bare whisper drifting across his lips.
His eyes lingered upon her face. She turned away then and looked out the window. Her face guarded from his probing eyes now, she could see the reflection of her lips in the window twitching to a near smile. He was by far the best-looking man she had ever encountered. From what she had seen about his eyes when the lights from the streets flickered inside the bus giving some light, they were phenomenal. They were a remarkable crystal blue; his thick black eyelashes accentuating them even more when they flickered. She wondered how many women were enmeshed with an infirmity to their sharpness.
Licking her lips, she leaned her head back. A moment of silence had taken place and it wasn't long before she began fantasizing what type of sexual life the man led. She imagined that he would have a voracious appetite, perhaps alluring young women to his bed. They would be docile - obedient to his advances. There wouldn't be room for any diffidence - he would demand a depravity from his women. Her thoughts began wandering to becoming such a woman. Surpassing a dire need to mate, she would beg for it - surmounted by so much passion that a rapture of her body and soul would be irrepressible. Her eyes glazed over just imaging the consummation. She bit her lip to bite back a moan; imagining her hands groping his hips as the wet folds of her womanhood groped his...
"Emily?"
She inhaled a sharp breath and turned. "Yes?" her voice nearly a shriek.
"I asked you if the jacket helped any."
She gulped, and cleared her throat. She exhaled a deep breath, trying to assuage the raging need between her inner thighs.
She nodded. "Yes, thank you," she exhaled.
His eyes squinted. "Your breathing is irregular. Is something wrong? You have asthma?"
"No. No," she said a bit too hurriedly, and cursed herself silently for losing composure so easily. "I'm alright," she said approaching him in a much calmer voice.
His gaze lingered upon her face again. Her eyes zeroed in on his mouth when his tongue darted, sliding briefly between his lips. She turned her head towards the window and closed her eyes shut. Get a hold of yourself, she thought. You've exchanged but a few sentences with this man, and yet you are fantasying. She tried calming herself, but for her, the air was filled with a sexual energy, and it appeared to be only zeroing on her.
She wrapped her arms around her body tighter. She parted her lips to inhale more oxygen. She concentrated on various possibilities that this man may be married, has kids...not interested in women. But one thought continued to play on her mind - it would be another hour and a half before this trip would be over - leaving her in the presence of this exotic man seated across the isle from her.
She opened her eyes and opted to look at the passing cars. Perhaps it would provide some sort of distraction. And eventually, the dull ache between her thighs resigned to a slight awareness. She even dared to look at the man next to her and thanked God silently that he had leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Every once in a while, the light emitting from the highway lamps entered the bus and Emily was able to steal a better look of the man. Trying not to stare too much, she did however, allow for her gaze to slowly roam from his chin down his torso. The black turtleneck he wore clearly emphasized his broad chest and muscles. Her eyes wandered down to his cream-colored trousers, and when another light cascaded through the windows, they fell upon his crotch. She quickly looked up to his face, but his eyes remained closed. She looked back down, but darkness once again filled the bus. When another light approached, her eyes adverted to his crotch once again. She nearly moaned at the devious thought of reaching a hand across to stroke him awake.
To the point of desperation, her thoughts betrayed her. As the man remained resting in his seat, her mind sought solutions to assuage the impending need deep within her. If she moved quietly, she could place the trench coat around her - in front, allowing her some movement. The wicked thought of slipping a hand downwards to stroke surged forth; a sexual awareness blossomed at the thought of touching herself next to the man. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Arousal surged forth like an electric heat - trailing its delicious path from her abdomen down to her core. Moisture seeped between the folds of her womanhood; a dull ache causing her inner muscles to spasm erotically.
Her body betrayed her; rationale slipped. She licked her lips hungrily and leaned forward quietly careful not to disturb the man across the isle. Removing the trench coat from her back, she moved it careful in front of her - her hands underneath pulling and lifting the coat up and around her shoulders.
She reached down to her cleavage - the departed fabric of her dress enabling her to slip a hand inside. She moved her fingertips beneath her bra. Her fingertip smoothed the aureole around her nipple, circling and then teasing the rosy tip of her nipple. She held back a whimper. Her forefinger and thumb gently pinched and pulled - her body was simply in bliss. She rubbed harder, rougher - her hands now making circling motions underneath the trench coat. Her breasts rose and fell beneath - her body surely affected by her own assault.
Unable to hold back any further, she trailed her hand down. Lifting her dress, her fingers came in contact with her pantyhose. Almost discouraged by the thought of possibly having to remove them, she simply chose instead to lead her other hand downwards and with both hands, she gently ripped the crotch of her pantyhose apart. She groped her mound roughly and felt her essence coat and dampen her panties. Her already engorged clit tingled as it rubbed against the fabric creating a delicious and sweet friction. She moaned again; her desire only intensifying more.
She slipped aside the white satin briefs, and with the middle finger of her left hand, she folded it and quickly plunged the arrow deep inside. Hitting home, she couldn't help but let a much louder moan escape her lips; her head turned sideways guiltily, she turned to see if she had awakened the man.
Relieved, the excitement reached a crescendo. The man having not awakened urged her to continue - the naughtiness of what she was doing urged her forth to reach that sweet ecstasy. She thrust her middle finger deep inside again and nearly whimpered in pleasure. Her wetness lathered her finger and she no more withdrew her finger before plunging it deep inside again. Her lips parted - she gasped silently and bit her lip. The pleasure was so intense, she needed more friction. She hungrily rubbed her clitoris with her thumb while thrusting her finger in and out. Her hips moved voluntarily - a gentle rotary rhythm as old as time. Her thumb circled and occasionally flicked her trigger - the tiny swollen morsel promising her a blissful and rapture moment to come
Her breasts grew heavy as the fabric of her dress teased her distended nipples. She withdrew her middle finger, sliding it up to rub at the sensitive lips of her womanhood. Her clitoris neglected, she placed it between two fingers and began gently massaging it. She began licking her lips hungrily; aiming for the pinnacle. She was almost there....one more flick and - - but then the weight of the seat shifted and she quickly looked up find that the man who had been seated on the other side was now seated directly next to her.
She gasped. Her face clearing displayed a pained look as she was denied release. Her eyes widened and stared at the man now seated next to her. She quickly sat up and started removing her hand only to be stopped in motion as the man's hand came down, and covered hers over the coat.
"Shh. Please, continue," his shaky, husky voice pleaded.
Her eyes looked down at his crotch. It was obvious that he was thoroughly excited by what she had been doing which prompted her to think: How long had he been watching? The idea of him watching her made her feel suddenly uncomfortable.
Feeling awkward suddenly, she said. "Please return to your seat."
She withdrew her hand from his which had been cradling hers above the coat. She then withdrew both her hands from beneath, and was about to sit up before his hands suddenly gripped her wrists. She struggled against him trying to free her hands, but as he was more powerful - her efforts were futile. He managed to position both her wrists in his left hand and lift them above her head.
The thought of yelling for help never crossed her mind. She was taken aback by his forwardness and the overwhelming size of him in comparison to her own body. She looked up into those mesmerizing eyes now darkened with simmering desire. His mouth immediately descended upon hers, forcing hers open - the moist thrust of his tongue flickered possessively. He moaned against her lips and his head tilted to explore the deep cavern of her mouth. Her lips tingled from the pressure of his - his mouth demanding that she give in and return the passionate and heated kiss. She couldn't help but oblige; she was too far aroused and needy. His tongue was swirling around hers, his lips lifting every second only to delve deep inside again - she couldn't help but give in. Unable to fight any longer, she pressed her lips against his and returned the kiss blindly. Her motion caused a muffled moan of pleasure to sound from him. Their passions heightened; a burning and brutal need now throbbed deep within her.
He withdrew his mouth from hers, only to caress her cheek with his lips. They kissed her skin softly while his free hand pulled peeled back the coat covering her body. He brought his hand down then, and gripped her inner thigh. His hand moved her leg over his leaving her core exposed; the cool air now teasing her.
His mouth moved to her ear and gently nipped at her earlobe. "Tell me you want it."
She shivered. "Please touch me." Surmounted by the desire to release, her voice was heavy and rushed - a simple plead of mercy.
He nibbled again with an added flicker of his tongue. "I want you to ache for me."
"Please...," she pleaded, "Stop torturing me."
His teeth grazed her ear - his erratic hot breath echoed in her ear.
He gripped her inner thigh harder, and trailed his hand down to her calf. As he took a hold of her leg and placed it between both his legs, the lips of her womanhood parted - and an incredible throbbing began as blood rushed to her core. Now holding her right leg prisoner, his forefinger began trailing circles on her inner thigh; the finger edging closer to where she ached to be touched. Her lips parted to form a ring, and she started whimpering as his finger started stroking her public hair. Her hips moved restlessly and she tried to mover her right leg, but his arm was pressed firmly down upon it.
Then his finger hit home. His forefinger brushed ever so gently against her clit. She gasped, and whispered, "God....yes."
His forefinger left her clit and began trailing circles around it.
She moaned, "Please....more."
He nipped at her ear again, and whispered, "Beg for it."
She whimpered and tried moving her right leg again. His arm remained forever firm.
His teeth grazed her ear this time. "I said beg for it. Quit moving" His finger still tantalized the area around her clit.
One flick...she thought...god, just one flick. She needed it - badly. She felt wanton as she allowed him to assault her.
As he moved her essence around her clit - his finger sliding ever so wickedly around her trigger, something snapped inside of her. She cried out, "Now! Please!"
His finger immediately slid up the side of her clit, rubbing the morsel in vicious circles.
Her hips buckled - the orgasm took a hold of her body so quickly that she cries out in pleasure. His middle finger immediately darted deep inside - pumping in and out as her inner muscles groped his finger; his thumb now tapping her clitoris. He began ravishing her ear then with his tongue and held her tight as her hips thrust forward violently. His thumb continued toying with clitoris - her whole body shaking and trembling as she moaned over and over again.
She jerked her hips one last time, and his thumb gentled its pressure.
"Good girl," he whispered, and she shivered at his words.
But she wanted and needed more....
He must have known it, because he placed his hand fully over her mound - his finger never ceasing its torture deep within. She felt her the wanton need rising again - or had it ever stopped, she thought. Her hips moved with the strong hold of his hand upon her mound. He rubbed and coated the palm of his hand with her essence and began moving it in circles. He gripped her hard then - his finger moving in and out of her deeply.
He started applying more pressure on her clitoris - again circling and teasing it.
"I want to take that tiny morsel in my mouth," he moaned in her ear.
He knew just what to say to take her to the edge, her mind mocked. Her response was a quick thrust of her hips as the exoticness of his words shot an arrow of pleasure to her clitoris. Panting, she rocked against his hand. She felt his finger curve to rub the rough tissue inside her vagina. Just as she was about to orgasm, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
"No!" she cried, her body coming undone as she couldn't help but jerk her hips.
"Shh," he whispered.
Her breathing erratic, she watched with intensity as he lifted his hand and began unzipping his pants. He managed to unbutton his trousers, and then pulled out his shaft from the confinement of his pants. She watched as he began stoking the long engorged rod. She could see her essence lubricating his length as he applied more pressure.
He swirled his tongue briefly in her ear. "You want me? You want to suck me?"
When her only response was a thrust of her hips, he whispered. "You know what I want?" He moaned in her ear. "I want to flicker my tongue across your clit and thrust my tongue deep inside. I want you coming harder than the last time."
She inhaled a sharp breath upon hearing his words - her eyes still entranced as she watched him pump up and down on his thick rod. She whimpered. She could hear his roughened breath in her ear, his cheek nearly against hers. He began grunting - his hips jerking upwards into his hand.
She moaned as she watched him bring himself to the brink. She knew he had to be at the edge - but then he slowed the motion of his hand, and squeezed the tip of his cock.
The fact that he stopped his orgasm nearly triggered another within her.
"Oh god," she moaned helplessly. Her hips began moving restlessly in the seat.
His hand lifted from his shaft then and brought it roughly down on her mound - groping it hard. Her hips thrust forward to meet his hand; she let out a small cry of bliss. He curved his middle finger and plunged it deep inside her canal once again. Her hips immediately started to buckle against his hand striving for release.
"That's it, Emily," he nibbled her ear, "fight for it."
On the verge of madness, her rhythmic hips continued to thrust forward. She couldn't find the words to speak; she only felt the euphoric pleasure of his hand as he rubbed her aimlessly. He moved his thumb down and flicked her clitoris.
"Oh!" she cried. "Yes, I...I am almost there. Don't stop."
But suddenly - he lifted his hand from her mound causing her to cry out in pain. Her release denied again, she leaned sideways which brought his lips into view. She kissed him hungrily - her lips searched to appease the deep pounding within her. But he withdrew his lips and surprisingly her; he withdrew his hand holding her wrists as well.
He stood up then, facing toward the front of the bus and turned around. He quickly placed the palms of his hands on the back of her seat and leaned forward.
"...What?" Her face held a look of disbelief.
She parted her lips and opened her mouth to say another word, but as his hips were at her eyelevel, he moved forward. The large engorged head of his penis was nearly inches from her mouth. Her mouth open in shock, and with one swift thrust, he slid into her mouth to the back of her throat.
They moaned in unison, but his was a harsh cry as the pleasure of her mouth encircled his rod. He slowly slipped his penis from her mouth - a string of pre-cum hanging from the edge of his penis and attached to her lips.
He leaned back and placed the palm of his hand over his shaft. From what she could see, he was in pain.
"God, I almost came." His words confirmed her suspicions.
He took a few deep breaths and began walking sideways and across the isle. He turned and sat down in his seat near the window.
Her eyes clashed with his across the distance.
Confused, she asked, "I don't understand."
He smiled wickedly, it petrified her.
He leaned forward so she could hear. "You are going to come over here on your own terms Lady." His eyes raked over her body sending delicious shivers to her core. "You can settle for a lousy release by your very own hand this time, or you can come over here and we can take each other to heaven."
Emily, too far gone now - the animistic need to mate so intense, she pushed aside the trench coat and didn't care as it fell to the floor. She lowered her hands and quickly tore at her pantyhose and threw them aside. Before crossing the barrier between them, she took off her panties. In a matter of seconds, she was seated beside him.
She knew that words were useless. Surprised by her reaction, the taste of him upon her lips made her hunger for more. Despite his need for some control, she wanted to bewitch him to madness. Leaning her head immediately down, she enfolded her mouth around his penis - gripping it hard with her mouth like a vice. She bobbed her head and sucked profusely. She let out a moan as he filled and plunged in her mouth.
"Oh god," he moaned, "you took it so hungrily."
He thrust his hips upwards, withdrawing only to thrust upwards viciously deep into her mouth again. His left hand lowered and violently grabbed a hold of her hair - pushing her head down to take all of him - deep where her throat began contracting around him.
"Yea...yea...oh!" he panted through a harsh whisper, "here it comes. Suck me!" He pushed her head down roughly, his hips spastically thrusting upwards. Her mouth siphoned him, and the first spurts of cum shot warmly in her mouth. She swallowed immediately which prompted him to nearly ground out. "Yes!!" His hips jerked over and over again - a helpless reaction as the euphoria surrounded him. She continued to suck and although she managed to swallow most of his essence, some dribbled out of her mouth down along his shaft. Her continued jerking his hips upwards - groaning and moaning as he fucked her mouth. He jerked one last time before he moaned and went limp in her mouth.
He released his hand and allowed for her to sit up. Seated next to her, she was immediately taken off guard by him scooting up in his chair. Turning, he lowered his hands and grabbed a hold of her hips.
"Turn and scoot your body towards me. Lift your hips up."
Somewhat confused, she lifted her legs up. He took a hold of them and lifted them so that they were pointed in the air. He groped her hips roughly and placed his palms beneath her buttocks. Lifting her up easily, he immediately lowered his head.
He straightened his tongue and began flashing his tongue around the folds of her womanhood. He flicked her clitoris then which caused a moan to escape her lips. He trailed his tongue down to her dark cavern and thrust inside.
"Oh!" she moaned.
He swirled his tongue around while his mouth nibbled hungrily. He withdrew his tongue and returned to the engorged rosy button and with his lips, he began sucking hungrily.
She lifted her hands and placed them on the back of his head. She moaned over and over again - the sound of the passing cars and hums of the bus engine disguising her cries and whimpers. And with one flick of his tongue, she found herself falling over the edge. She didn't care if anyone heard her that time, she groaned as the waves of ecstasy gripped her body causing; her vaginal muscles contracting violently. She licked her lips hungrily, and even when she came down from the wave, she couldn't help but rock against his mouth - yearning for another contraction of pleasure to grip her core.
When finally she was satiated, he lifted his mouth to look down at her. His eyes were intense as he watched her breathing calm. They simply stared for several minutes before he finally lowered her hips back down. Her legs lowered and she turned. Struggling to sit up, he helped her. Seated next to him now, she turned and smiled.
For the rest of the trip, they slept - her head falling upon his shoulder as he cradled her with his arm. When the bus pulled into their destination, she had returned to her seat to hand him his coat. She pulled her panties on and after retrieving her bag from the compartment, she quickly stuffed her pantyhose inside.
Moments later, they exited. Outside of the bus, he turned to her. "It was a pleasure indeed Emily, to have met you."
She blushed, but after what they had just done, she didn't know why. "Same here."
He nodded and before turning to walk away, he winked and smiled.
Later she met up with her friend. Together that chatted in the car but her mind still couldn't forget the man who had seduced her. Together, they had shared a basic need and even that need having been fulfilled, her body tingled more just remembering the images of their lovemaking.
Later that next morning, she and her friend were seated at the kitchen table and as it was Sunday, the morning paper had been opened. As Emily went up to get some cereal and some milk, her friend began pulling at the pages. Opening them, she began reading:
<A series of investigations are being led by local officials in Philadelphia. A series of women and their cases piqued authorities' interest when they described the same male, mid-thirties, dark hair - tall and well built, as being a person for whom they were searching. When questioned by detectives, they simply said that they had a met someone while traveling via a bus to Pennsylvania, and they were simply trying to track him. Although it is suspected that something occurred beyond that, the women claim that being in the company of the man was nothing but pleasurable. As the cases are linked, for all of them took place heading to Pennsylvania, this author is also intrigued as to why so many women would want to track down this stranger whom they just met. This author admits that he may never know.>
Emily gulped and remained quiet. Her eyes widened, but then a sleek smile spread across her face. She would never forget the mystery man on the bus. She had been indeed one of the women in the pleasurable company of that man. She had obviously been one of the many seduced by this man. And she didn't regret one moment of it.
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