Jason's Journey - Sex Stories

Jason's Journey

... offered. He slid in behind her in the narrow aisle. He reached over May and pushed the bag into the bin. In the process, his cock brushed over her full mature ass. The firmness of her ass surprised him. Did she push back against him? Uncharacteristically, May pushed her ample behind back against Jason. An electric shock coursed through her. It felt to her like it started between her legs and radiated upward and downward through her body. She broke out in a light sweat. She felt a flutter in her abdomen and her nipples grew hard as diamonds. Her legs wobbled and she thought she was going to faint. "Thank…thank you," she mumbled. Dear lord, she thought, what has come over me! I actually rubbed my ass against his crotch. Lately May felt an unaccustomed heat course through her body. Some she knew were the hot flashes of menopause. The others were an intense sexual arousal. Her nipples would get hard and sensitive. This usually occurred when she was ovulating. However, the intensity of both was more than she experienced in years. It felt like he had pressed a shovel handle into her butt! Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the arm of the seat. She felt the fabric of her dress rub her bare ass as he sidled past. Hurriedly, May slid into the seats. She watched as the large Black man moved past her to the rear. She repressed an urge to glance back and see his butt. Jason smiled as he moved down the aisle toward the back of the bus. It was risky rubbing his cock over her butt. ...

... She could have screamed and that would cause a problem. Instead, she reacted as though she liked it. He planted his bulk into the five across rear seats. He rested his back against the wall and stretched out across the seats. The ancient bus shuddered as the driver ground the gears into reverse and backed out of the boarding lane. The gears clashed again as he forced it into low gear and lumbered into traffic. With practiced ease, the driver moved quickly through the gears and attained highway speed. In his back row seat, Jason surreptiously eased his 16-ounce Coca Cola bottle from his backpack. The bottle was a 50/50 mix of Coke and Wild Turkey. As he took a sip, he caught the old white woman watching him. May manufactured reasons for her to turn in her seat and catch glimpses of the young Black man. For some reason he fascinated her. An unaccustomed warmth spread threw her body. What is wrong with me, she thought. When Jason caught her staring at him, he offered her a drink from his soda bottle. She was like a deer in the headlights. She wanted to turn away but she could not. A tidal wave of emotion washed over her. "Come on," Jason implored, "have a drink!" Despite her fears, May found herself rising to accept his offer. A pang of guilt shot threw her as she glanced down to see if the other passengers were watching. I am just going to the back of this very public bus to have a drink, she reasoned, why should I feel guilty? She thought about Henry. Her anger at his ignoring ...