It was raining, as it always seems to just when you are caught somewhere well away from shelter but I made it to the rickety lean-to with the bus company logo fading away in white and orange on each side without actually getting drowned. The shelter barely defeated the larger drops and none of the cold sleet riding winter's icy breath as I huddled in its dubious depths, eyes closed against the chilling spray that dashed my face each time the wind gusted in. It was late...nearer to midnight than I would have liked and the last bus was due any tick of the clock. My eternity in icy hell ended a few minutes later as a metal monster pushed its way through the squall to stop in front of the shelter with a sharp sigh of airbrakes. A wide grin of warm light opened and I gratefully entered its glowing bowels.
As I walked down the aisle the interior lights dimmed to twilight and the bus lurched forward on its last journey for the evening. I found a seat that suited me among the 39 that were vacant and turned to glance at the only other passenger travelling the same direction as me. She was strawberry blond and her eyes were big, blue as the summer sky that I dimly remember enjoying a few months ago. I must have stared a little because she turned her head ever so slightly and her full red lips curled in a lovely smile that instantly chased away the chill.
"Hi." She breathed in a whispery voice that echoed of bedroom trysts and warm sex smells "You must be chilled. Why don't you take off that wet coat and come sit here."
She patted the vacant seat beside her with slender fingers and her ruby red nails stole my gaze. It was instant lust on my part, and I nodded dumbly as I shrugged out of my wet 'Dry-as-a-bone' oilskin, dropping it on the seat nearby. I stood and walked over to her, my gaze appraising her slim bare legs that showed teasingly from beneath her short pleated skirt. Her smile remained warm as my eyes traveled up to her ample breasts that strained against a barely buttoned blouse. Lovely pink orbs swelled from the top of the straining fabric and her nipples pushing at the fabric made my cock twitch deliciously.
I sat on the seat and introduced myself, holding her proffered hand. I couldn't help getting a mental picture of those long, supple fingers working minor miracles on my rigid cock and throbbing balls, but I kept my eyes on her face as she told me she was 'Sandy' and a lot of other meaningless information. Those tits! My eyes ached from trying to hold them horizontal. I never would have believed that gravity would drag so heavily on them if you placed two gorgeous tits so close beneath. Well, I can't help who I am and I was never good at endurance weight lifting so my eyes drooped...just for a second though...and my vision fell deep into her cleavage.
"Pardon?" I mumbled, my eyes rising to her face again after several weeks in that gorgeous canyon. She laughed. It was the sweetest tinkling I'd ever heard, like golden chimes in an erotic dreamscape.
"I asked if you liked what you see." She repeated, her hand falling lightly on my knee. I was trembling like a schoolboy on his first date. I hadn't had a fuck in a while and my trouser monster was rearing its head, shoving up against my jeans.
"Must be the eighth wonders of the world" I muttered and tried a lopsided smile. Clark Gable to Marilyn Monroe, I thought, and she did indeed look a lot like that fabled beauty, only I thought Sandy the prettier of the two. I looked about as much like Clark Gable as Roddy McDonald did, but...hey...it was my fantasy.
Sandy leaned into me and put her soft red lips close to my ear. Her breath was a new kind of perfume that, if bottled, would outsell Chanel No. 5 and its warmth made my cock tingle with anticipation. I felt a dampness there as my cock painted pre-cum on my jocks.
"Would you like to feel them?" She whispered as her left knee rose slowly above her right, revealing a flash of silky white nickers before going down again, rubbing sensuously against her other leg. She thrust her chest forward, offering those outstanding orbs for inspection.
I reached out slowly. My hand was trembling so badly that my fingers looked blurry. Like an old man with ague, but I managed to control them enough that I could grip her protruding nipple between thumb and two fingers. I teased that nipple a little and felt it swell as she moaned quietly.
"Let them free" She said as she stretched like a cat. Her hand was clutching at my knee and she was moving her legs so that they rubbed together deliciously. I struggled a little with the buttons until my tremors stilled and then the blouse gave way. Two lovely puppies popped out, their big pink noses sniffing my sex scent. What magnificent tits! These babies needed to be photographed, sung about and immortalized in sculpture. I lowered my face towards them and took one hard, hot pink nipple into my mouth, my tongue licking at it as if it were a scoop of sweet woman-flavored gelati. My hand covered her other tit and I began working magic fingers over and around it, teasing her nipple with my thumb.
I felt my cock press so hard against my jeans I thought it was going to break in half and then, as if reading my mind, her hand stroked up my leg towards the swelling. She gently kneaded my thigh as she worked upwards and her long, slender fingers worked away my tension as they approached my cock and balls.
