Monday Morning Release

This is a short story set in a fantasy quasi-free use society where public sex with random strangers is acceptable. Each woman wears either a green, amber or red badge; red means 'no sex', amber means 'open to sex - but discuss boundaries first' and green means 'available for anything, any time, no questions asked'. Everyone in the story is over 18 and consenting.

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It was 8.20 in the morning and Ben was running late.

"Today of all days". He thought grimly to himself. He had been up late, working on finalizing the details of his presentation to the board of directors. "This could cement my move to head of department - but only if they like what they see." He was presenting at 10am but he had wanted to get to the office early, grab a coffee, go over his slides one more time to quell the nerves bubbling gently in the pit of his stomach. A dull cranial ache indicating lack of sleep throbbed through his head and the queasy feeling of anxiety was becoming more and more intense.

The exhaustion and frustration was only exacerbated further as he approached the bus stop and could see from 20 feet away the digital sign indicating the bus times. 'DELAYED', 'DELAYED', 'DELAYED' screamed the neon lights. Ben felt like he could kick the wall next to him. He was too wound up to be able to focus on priming himself for this meeting. He needed to calm down, clear his mind, focus... He needed a release.

And just as this thought entered his mind, his eyes focused on the gorgeous redhead standing to one side, leaning on the plastic wall of the bus stop.

She was so beautiful that Ben immediately forgot about the upcoming meeting, the most important in his career to date. Smiley and curvy, she had the kind of face that you wanted to stare at for hours, with juicy round cheeks and an adorable button nose. A bright yellow flowing dress clung to her shapely figure in all the right places, and she wore her vibrant hair in amber plaits; far from making her look infantile, however, Ben thought that they brought out a sexy schoolgirl vibe in her, despite her clearly being in her late twenties. The kind of girl who'd take you behind the science lab at lunchtime and make a man out of you.

Ben's eyes darted furtively, seeking out the badge that all women wore - c'mon, c'mon where is it - ahah! - Ben could not believe his luck. Pinned to her left breast, easy to miss as it nestled in the folds of her dress at the center of her heavy bosom, lay a green badge.

The woman's eyes glanced over at him as he approached and, seeing him stare at the badge on her chest, her eyes narrowed and she smirked. She was so stunning that Ben thought that her pussy and her beautiful mouth must be in near-constant use, and he looked around to make sure that no one else had spotted her. "A real rarity to find a greeny this gorgeous" he thought.

Ben walked up to her, approaching her from behind, and without saying a word he immediately began rubbing her lower thigh, slowly bringing his hand upward to where the hem of her dress brushed against her skin. His other hand slipped behind her back and around her front, and he began gently cupping her left breast over the top of her dress. He could feel it, warm and heavy, beneath the cotton. She was definitely bra-less, and her breast was large enough that the fabric-covered flesh spilled out over his hand as he caressed it. His lips found the soft patch of skin that lay between her hairline and the back of her ear.

"I don't think I've ever seen a greeny as devastating as you." he murmured in her ear as his hand continued up her leg, his fingers finding the gentle cotton of her panties.

She rolled her eyes, clearly used to the compliments. "A romantic type eh? Would you mind making this a quick one? I'm already late, can't miss this next bus."

"Yes Ma'am." As he spoke his fingers hooked the the elastic at the top of her underwear and with one decisive movement he pulled them down over her hips and past her thick, soft thighs. They dropped the rest of the way to the floor, tangling on her sandal straps. Ben glanced down and noted that they were plain, white, and practical.

The girl saw him looking and laughed. "Do you know how many of these I go through a day? I'm starting to wonder why I wear any at all.' Ben chuckled into her hair. He felt incredibly lucky to be the first that day to use her - with her beauty, he bet that by lunchtime she was usually sticky with sweat and juices, her hair a mess, and her dress stained with cum.

He was already unbearably hard. His thick cock strained almost painfully at the fabric of his work trousers. He brought his hips to the back of her rear, and began grinding it against her. "Friction. Finally. Not enough." he thought. His hand, that had been caressing the soft skin of her upper thigh, moved to the fuzz just above her slit, and he dipped his fingers in between her folds, feeling the velvet within. He pressed softly on her clit, circling his finger so as to rub it lightly, and was rewarded with a moan. As he gently manipulated the outer parts of her cunt, he could feel her becoming wetter and her pussy beginning to open up to him.

His left hand found the front of her dress - it was elastic, and cut a fair way below the collarbone, showing off a little of her cleavage. He pulled the neckline down and over her breasts, so they spilled over and rested above the fabric. Gorgeous, creamy skin punctuated by two small brown buds, the heavy bosoms seemed like they were made to be manhandled. Ben's desire was inflamed even greater and he felt his cock stiffen further as all coherent thought left his mind. In a fit of barely restrained lust he brought his mouth down to her neck and bit down, not enough to draw blood but certainly marking her porcelain skin. His hand roughly grasped at her breasts, first the left, then the right, squeezing and kneading the flesh, then finding the nipple which he brought between his thumb and his forefinger and began to squeeze..

The girl responded to this by closing her eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation. But then she reminded him - 'Come on - ahh, oh god - bus soon.'

The voice cut through his blank mind and he remembered where he was - oh shit, still late - and he straightened up. Keeping one hand on her left breast, his right hand quickly yanked open the buckle of his belt, fumbled with the button of his trousers, and pulled down both his trousers and his underwear revealing a thick, uncircumsized cock, already leaking precum. He quickly pulled the hem of her dress up and moved his cock to her now glistening entrance, sliding it up and down the slit a couple of times just to enjoy the velvety sensation - and to tease the redhead, who was mewling with pleasure underneath him. When he could bear it no longer, he thrust into her from behind - and entered her with such force that she was pushed forwards, her breasts meeting the cold wall of the bus stop.

"Oh god, oh god." She felt incredible on his hard cock. The warmth enveloped him, contrasting with the cool breeze on his ass, and pleasure burst through his mind. "Oh YES." he growled as he grabbed her hips and roughly thrust in and out, rutting like an animal, taking his pleasure. A middle aged couple - the woman wore a red badge - had joined them in line at the bus stop, and began examining the timetable, unphased as Ben's feral fucking continued.

The redhead moaned viscerally as Ben frantically thrusted in and out of her pussy. Turning her head back, however, to glance at his face, she saw that the bus was approaching from about a hundred yards down the road. She smacked his shoulder with her hand. "Hurry - ahh! Fuck! - up and finish, would you?'

Ben needed no encouragement. For the next few moments he used her pussy as a sex toy for his hard, leaking cock. In, out, he pushed harder and faster, the sensation of pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. The redhead's large chest smacked rhythmically against the plastic wall and she braced her legs to get a better balance as Ben fucked her lower half. He let out a final, primal grunt as he thrust for a final time into her and pleasure exploded all over his body. The redhead could feel his cock pulsate as he pumped his load deep inside her.

He rested there a minute - cock inside her pussy, her pushed up against the wall with her gorgeous arse out, his hands on her hips, enjoying the sensation - before quickly pulling out. He reached down and pulled up his pants and trousers, and quickly and professionally re-buckled his belt. The redhead took a few moments to compose herself before similarly smoothing her dress and tucking her breasts back inside. Her underwear she simply removed from where it was, tangled up in her left sandal, and flung into the nearby garbage can. As she straightened herself up Ben could see his cum dripping down her leg, but she did not bother to wipe it away.

The bus pulled up and, still composing herself, the redhead gestured for the couple behind them to go first. They nodded in thanks as the doors opened they walked on with a friendly smile to the bus driver. Ben smacked the redhead on the ass.

'Cheers, I needed that. Have a good day.'

She smiled back and stepped ahead of him onto the bus. As she walked on, and he followed close behind, he could see the eyes of at least four of the men on the bus eyeing her up, some of them staring at her juicy ass, others at her cleavage which she had not quite covered with the neckline of her dress. One man who was sat at the front of the bus, an older gentleman, probably in his fifties, with white hair but with clearly defined muscles underneath his shirt, quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out.

'Here love - got a seat for you.' and he winked at her. She laughed, rolled her eyes and proceeded to walk over and slide straight down onto the man's lap, his cock sliding easily into her sopping wet entrance, still coated with Ben's cum. The older man firmly gripped her hips and began murmuring in her ear - "Oh yeah you good little slut, what a juicy fucking pussy you have, keep going you tight little whore".

As the bus pulled away from the stop, another man near the back who had been eyeing her up abruptly stood up and made his way down to the front of the bus where the redhead was now enthusiastically riding the older man, grinding her ass up and down in his lap. Standing next to them, he lowered his jeans and underwear so his cock poked out above the waistband and began jerking himself off slowly, up and down, taking in the sight. Then he put his hand on the girl's head and gently but firmly pushed it down until his cock was at her lips. Her lips parted and she began using her perfect rosebud mouth to suck the second man's cock. Ben thought she was doing a pretty good job considering the motion of the bus and the way that the first gentleman was vigorously moving his hips to bounce her up and down.

A woman sat at the back who, when Ben had first entered the bus, had been receiving very enthusiastic cunnilingus from a young man knelt in front of her, began moaning even louder at the sight. The woman, a skinny brunette in a short leather skirt with a green-badge shining proudly on her chest, watched the spectacle and let out low moans as she gripped the man's head with both hands and forced him deeper into her pussy.

Ben sat back, his body relaxed, anxiety gone and his head finally clear. He was going to ace this meeting.