Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13

... long because there seemed to be a lot of people arriving by taxi.

“Probably for that big conference that we saw advertised.” I said.

“Yes, it could be mildly interesting but I’d much rather be with you Esther. Besides, it’s for 3 days and there’s no way that I’m being parted from you for 3 days.”

The taxi arrived and we were soon on our way to the city. The driver asked whereabouts we wanted to be and we realised that we hadn’t a clue. When Dylan told the driver that we didn’t know, he suggested that we go on one of those hop-on, hop-off bus tours so that we could see a few places then decide which ones we wanted to explore a little more.

Dylan looked at me and I looked at him, and at exactly the same time we nodded our heads then Dylan told the drive to take us to where we could catch a hop-on hop-off bus.

We didn’t have to wait long and when we’d got our tickets we went to board the bus. There were other people waiting, at least half of them men and I realised that I had an opportunity. Dylan stepped behind me to let me get on first but told him that I wanted him to get on first. He looked at me, then the man behind me. Dylan gave me a knowing smile and moved in front of me.

Dylan knew to lead me to the stairs to go to the top deck and up we went. I glanced over my shoulder and down and saw that the man behind me was following me up and that he was looking up my very short skirt. I smiled to myself and followed Dylan to half way down the bus.

Nothing ...

... was said and Dylan let me sit next to the side of the bus, When he sat next to me his hand went straight to the top of my bare thigh where his little finger pressed on my clit. I spread my knees to give him better access and we both started looking around, both inside and outside the bus.

I saw 2 separate men looking down at my bare legs and just knew that they’d seen where Dylan’s hand was.

The bus finally set off and a woman started her tour guide’s talk. Dylan also started wiggling his little finger, rubbing my clit as he did so.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.” I quietly said.

“I hope so.” Dylan replied.

When Dylan had first suggested a second honeymoon, we’d both agreed that the majority of it was to be spent on the beach or on the bed, and not doing the tourist thing. Dylan saying that he wanted to feed my still developing, insatiable need to expose myself and get fucked as many times as was possible. That hotel in Cancun where the weather was great at that time of the year was chosen because it was an adults only one with a private beach, so being on a tourist bus wasn’t what was planned.

However, we did find the tour somewhat interesting and we did see a few places that we said that we’d visit the next time that we came to Cancun. We got off the bus a few times to look at some things and each time Dylan timed our getting back on the bus so that a man followed me up the stairs to the top deck.

Each time that I sat on the bus ...