A Quickie At The Bus Stop

As I step off the last stair of the city bus, I catch sight of her, like a splash of color against the grey backdrop of the cityscape. She is a stunning brunette, her hair cascading down like a waterfall in the dim light of the bus stop. Her features are soft, yet striking; a mystery that begs to be explored.

Her eyes, two pools of deep mahogany, are filled with a story yet untold. She has an intense gaze, a sort of quiet power that pulls me in, making the world around us blur into insignificance. Her lips are a soft pink, a contrast to her porcelain skin, and I find myself wondering about the words they could weave.

She's wearing a simple, navy-blue coat, its tailored silhouette hugging her slender figure. A pair of faded jeans and leather boots complete her ensemble, a statement of understated elegance. There's an aura of sophistication around her, a sense of confident nonchalance that she wears as effortlessly as her coat.

As I watch her from a distance, I can feel a magnetic pull. I am drawn to her by a force stronger than gravity, an inexplicable yearning that makes my heart skip a beat. All of a sudden, the mundane bus stop is transformed into a stage set for a romantic play, and I, the smitten protagonist, eager to explore a potential connection.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and muster the courage to approach her. As I get closer, I catch a whiff of her perfume, a mix of jasmine and vanilla, a scent that's subtly intoxicating.

"Excuse me," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the bus stop. I hope I'm not intruding, but would you mind if I joined you?"

She turns to look at me, her eyes meeting mine, and the world comes to a standstill. The air between us crackles with unspoken possibilities, setting the stage for an encounter that could potentially change the course of our lives.

In this moment, everything is uncertain, everything is possible. Whether this connection blossoms into something more or remains a fleeting encounter, only time will tell. But for now, I am simply content to be in her presence, to share this slice of time with the stunning brunette at the bus stop.

She smiles at me, and checks her watch. She must be wondering how long until her next bus arrives. I wonder where she's going? Anywhere near where I live?

I'm about to ask but am distracted as right now she's going somewhere else...or her hands are, anyway.

She slowly drags a finger from my knee towards my crotch. I know what's coming when she licks her bottom lip and gives my lap an extra few rubs. A devilish grin crosses her face, her eyes twinkling, as she sits back on her heels. She cocks her head, giving me an appraising glance, like she wants to see what I'll do before doing anything herself.

I smile and make a show of pretending to read, but all the while I'm paying close attention to the game plan being formed behind those gorgeous blue eyes. It takes everything I have to resist peeling those layers of clothing off her body right there on the spot. It's late, so there's nobody else about, but even so, it wouldn't be appropriate.

She leans forward again and kisses my neck, one hand caressing my erection through my trousers. When she finally drags her mouth up to mine, I feel myself losing control. My hand snakes out of my pocket, fingers curving around hers as I bring them both to the front of my trousers.

"Let me take care of that," she whispers as she starts unzipping my fly. My head spins with lust, my brain melting under the onslaught of desire. My eyes roll back into my head as she wraps one long-fingered hand around my cock and begins stroking.

The air seems to shimmer with sexual energy, electrifying every cell in my body. This is better than any fantasy. I want her more than I've ever wanted anyone, and I feel her wet tongue licking along the underside of my shaft just before she engulfs me in her warm, wet mouth.

When her lips wrap around me, sucking hard, I moan with pleasure. Her hand is pumping my length with ferocity, getting faster and harder as I start moaning louder and louder. Oh God, don't stop!

My orgasm approaches rapidly, which is probably a good thing given it can't be too long before one of us has to go and catch another bus.

She sucks harder and tighter, milking every drop of semen out of me as she pushes her mouth over the edge. When I finish, she lets go and looks up at me, grinning mischievously.

"Did I do good?"

I smile back, barely able to speak. "Mmmmhmm."

She leans forward, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her lips to mine. That feeling I got when I stepped off the bus is multiplied tenfold as our lips part and our tongues meet. My hands slide up her back and curl around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

I break away for a second to glance at my watch. 10:17 PM. Crap, the bus is going to come soon! Good job she was so good, I thought, otherwise that would have been very awkward.

As I slide my cock back into my pants and she gathers herself, I give her a quick kiss on the cheek and whisper "Thanks."

"You're welcome," she replies shyly. Then she breaks away, taking a few steps away from me and straightening her clothes. With a little wave, she turns and walks towards the end of the platform.

My legs are shaking as I watch her disappear into the crowd. Now that she's gone, reality sets in, and I realize that I'm still stuck here waiting for my bus to come. She was great, though. She knew exactly what I liked and when I liked it, even without talking.