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Greyhound Girl

... when I tell you that there’s nothing to be sorry about. I was thoroughly enjoying it – in fact, like I said, there’s no reason in the world that you have to stop.” As he said that he grasped my hand and moved it back to his cock. It was so thick in my hand, hard and hot against the thin fabric of his pants, and my own arousal soared. Almost of their own volition my fingers wrapped around it and I squeezed, earning an almost imperceptible moan from him. That tiny sound seemed to empower me, as I realized that I was the one in control of the situation. Sure, Charli – except that you’re barely in control of anything – you’re just impossibly horny! I looked up at him, his eyes sexy and smoking with arousal. “I can think of one very good reason I have to stop – my boyfriend, Steve, who’s meeting me at the end of this bus ride.” “Mmm, yeah, I could understand that. Except that you don’t seem to be stopping.” He was right; I was most definitely not stopping. “I should.” “Unquestionably, and yet you’re not. Why is that, Charli?” I shook my head, almost angry at my own weakness. “Because…” I trailed off helplessly, not really sure of the answer to his question. “Because you don’t want some boring guy named ‘Steve’, who is probably going to be an accountant and give you a three-bedroom house in the suburbs, two chubby kids and a mundane life of drudgery.” “He’s a business administration major!” Even to me I sounded defensive, and he chuckled sarcastically. “Oh, sorry – obviously I ...

... was way off. Probably be three chubby kids, in that case.” I snickered; I couldn’t help it, his response had been too quick and too perfect, and he had caught me with it. “You’re kind of an arrogant smart-ass, aren’t you?” “I suppose I am, but admit it; it’s one of the things you love about me. That and my hard cock, of course.” “Cooper!” “Ssshhh!” He brought his finger to my lips, shushing me. I had momentarily popped out of our quiet, whispering conversation when his outrageous response again surprised me. I looked around quickly, but my minor outburst didn’t appear to have drawn any attention from the mostly-sleeping passengers. When I looked back at him he was watching me closely, his eyes slightly narrowed as he chewed on his lower lip. He looked really sexy. Everything this guy did seemed to look really sexy, and I found myself wanting to be the one chewing on his lower lip. He appeared to reach a decision, and he suddenly tugged the bow out of the drawstring at the waist of his pants, loosening them. He leaned against the back of the seat and raised himself up, quickly shucking his pants down to his thighs and allowing his erection to spring free, jutting up long and thick right there in the open! Even in the dim glow of the reading lights, the closest of which was three rows away, I could see that his cock was beautiful. Thick and heavy, with just the slightest upward curve back toward his belly, it was proud and virile, the fleshy foreskin half-retracted from the ...