The Journey

Danielle was on a bus. She was riding across the boarder for no particular reason, other than she needed a break. She stared out the window at the passing countryside and wondered what would become of her life. Crossroads was so blasé these days.

She sighed as the bus hurtled along the highway... there was really nothing to see outside. Just more blank desert and a few scruffy bushes. What the hell was she doing here anyway? She had a great partner and a nice easy life.. so what was she doing in the middle of the desert?

Danielle had no idea. She just knew she needed... something... a journey. Or, maybe, someone.

Along the way she passed a couple of borders and spoke to an English girl about to embark on a farm stay adventure, a drunken couple moving from one town to the next (they may or may not have been running away from the law) and an Indian student who was caught between Sikhism and Australia.

The conversation was interesting and the time passed. At each rest stop they got out of the bus and paid for overpriced second grade food and stretched their legs. Danielle was stepping out of the bathroom and almost ran into the student. She mumbled an apology and started to step by him when he cupped her chin and kissed her hard. She let him. Not because she was particularly attracted, but because his lips were soft and she was enjoying the stolen moment. He let her go as abruptly as it started and seemed to just disappear.

Danielle stood there for a moment feeling the adrenaline course through her body. She felt her pussy tighten and she knew that she was wet. She hurried back to the bus and took her seat in the darkness. Most of the other passengers were sleeping and hadn't even moved from their seats. She pulled a blanket over her knees and allowed her hand to move to the top of her tracksuit pant. AS her fingers found the top of her pubic line the student got on the bus. She froze, he sat down in the empty seat next to her, "keep going," he whispered placing his hand lightly on top of the blanket. She was slightly embarrassed but allowed her fingers to delve further down to her opening. Yes, she was wet.

The students hand found its way over hers and he started manipulating her fingers like a master puppeteer, pushing, sliding them inside her. She held back a small groan, his fingers entwined with hers and suddenly she was feeling waves of pleasure like none before. His fingers were very talented, "do you play the piano?" she whispered. His gentle smile left her wanting more. His other hand made its way toward her chin and he gently turned her face to his, she licked her lips in anticipation of the softness she had felt when they were outside, but he surprised her with the pressure and the force as his tongue explored her mouth. Much like his fingers, which were still working up a concerto, his tongue held some talent.

The bus started up, but she barely noticed. His fingers were playing with her clit, pushing, pulling, pulsing. He gently moved her own hand away as he drew his face away from hers and moved his mouth to her breasts. He lightly kissed her cleavage, while unbuttoning her shirt, slowly, seductively, his wet lips moving down with each opening until his mouth covered her nipple. Here he suckled with some slight, light nips, she closed her eyes. Her clitoris swelled, he responded by rubbing firmer. Her nipples swelled, he responded with deeper suckles. She felt her whole body alive, the vibrations of the bus only added to the sensation. The thin layer of sweat that covered her body was doing nothing to cool her, she tried hard to stifle her breathing sounds, though it was difficult. The student was a master and he bought her to an explosive (almost silent) orgasm. Neither of them noticed the drivers eyes darting from the road to the rear vision mirror.. she certainly didn't care at this point. She sat still for moments before the waves stopped. The students hand and mouth were no longer touching her, but the memory of them remained.

She sighed quietly and then allowed her eyes to open. The student was sitting next to her staring straight ahead. Her eyes followed his to see the bus driver's eyes dart back to the road. She felt a blush rising. Now was the time to care, because, as her eyes ran back along the bus, she noticed fewer backs of heads and more faces, some popping up over the top of the seats. She ended her sweep on the student. His eyes were closed and he had a slight, self satisfied smile on his lips.

Danielle stared out the window. It was just about dawn. Colours played across the sky painting her feelings of a few moments ago, a wheel of intense pinks and passionate reds scattered with fiery orange, her eyelids closed again recapturing the explosive moment. Then a flash went off. Her eyes flew open to see a young boy taking her picture with his cheap digital camera. 'Great!' she thought, now she was a sideshow event.

She turned to the student, his eyes were closed and his chest rose and dropped in sleepy shallowness. She bit her top lip... was he expecting her to return a favour. With the rising light and the awareness of other passengers she wasn't sure how she was going to do this... or even, if she wanted to. What she wanted was to move to another seat so that when he did open his eyes they wouldn't have to speak. But he was in her way and she was feeling exposed... and trapped, and she wasn't sure if she should count the destination or the journey.