Doing It On The Bus

Doing It On The Bus: An Erotic Sex Story

They said it was impossible, but I was determined to prove them wrong. I wanted to find out if it was possible to do it on the bus and I was determined to do just that.

It was a hot summer day and I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to come. I was wearing a short skirt and a tank top, and my long brown hair was flowing in the breeze. There were a few other people at the stop, but none of them paid me any attention.

When the bus finally pulled up, I was the first one on. As I settled into a seat near the back, I noticed a young man sitting a few rows up from me. He was tall and muscular, with a head of dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. We exchanged a few glances and eventually a smile, and I knew I had to make my move.

I started off by making small talk with him, and after a few minutes he seemed interested in what I had to say. We talked about our lives and our dreams, and I could tell that he was drawn to me. I could feel a connection forming between us, and I knew I had to take things up a notch.

I asked him if he was interested in doing it on the bus, and to my surprise he said yes. We decided to wait until the bus was almost empty, and then we snuck into the last row and started fooling around.

He kissed me passionately, and I could feel his hands all over my body. His lips were soft and his tongue was forceful, and I felt like I was about to explode with desire. We started to get more and more daring, and soon his hands were exploring my inner thighs and my tight ass.

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and I wanted him to take me right then and there. He could sense my hunger for him, and he started rubbing his hard cock against me. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I begged him to take me right then and there.

He obliged and lifted up my skirt, pushing his large cock inside of me in one swift motion. I moaned loudly as he started thrusting in and out of me, and I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me. We continued thrusting, getting faster and faster, until finally I came in a loud and passionate orgasm.

Afterward, we stayed in the back of the bus until the next stop. We shared a few more passionate kisses before finally getting off the bus and going our separate ways.

I had done it, I had proven them wrong, I had done it on the bus. I had conquered my own fear and inhibitions and I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself. That night, I would go home and dream of the passionate encounter I had with the stranger on the bus, and I knew that I would always remember it.