Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... milky juice from the corner of my mouth he felt me shudder. “Poor girl! So very horny and not getting any relief…” He tweaked my nipple as he said that, letting his hard fingers bump across that sensitive nub, and I gasped. He chuckled. “What will we do about that? Surely there must be something we could think of…” He again kissed me, our tongues dancing, and as he did I felt his hand sliding up my leg, his strong fingers tracing a path along that most sensitive erogenous area high up on the inside of my thigh. As always seems to happen when I’m touched in that area, my legs moved apart. I swear it’s an autonomic response, that I’m not quite so consciously slutty that I’d eagerly spread my legs for some guy I’d met only hours ago! Still, he took it for the permission that it so obviously was and ran his fingers up to my dripping wet pussy, stroking the puffy mounds of my aroused lips and discovering how wet my panties already were. He withdrew his hand and held it up between us, rubbing his thumb and his now-slick fingertips together. “Wow! Somebody is very ready.” I scoffed, remembering how quickly he’d come in my mouth. “You should talk!” He smiled, saying, “Yeah, I know…” and brought his fingers up to his face, savoring the scent of my arousal for a moment before licking them, tasting me. Watching him do that made me tingle all over, and I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting to see what he’d do next. Was there nothing this guy did that I wouldn’t find intensely ...

... erotic? How easy am I? He pushed his hand under my skirt again, foregoing the tease this time and going straight to my needy pussy. He hooked the edge of the gusset of my panties and tugged it aside, and when his finger lightly stroked my smooth, slippery sex I gasped and squirmed in my seat, my hips thrusting forward to meet him. He made an appreciative noise, low in his throat. “Mmm, nice… so wet. So tell me, Charli, would Steve have wanted you to suck his cock on a crowded bus?” The thought of shy, conservative Steve doing such a thing made me laugh – hell, an hour ago the thought of me doing such a thing would have made me laugh! As I started to reply, he slid his middle finger into me, deep, all the way to the last knuckle, and when he stroked the front wall of my pussy and his thumb rubbed my clit I gasped and came, forgetting all about Steve. “Ohhh, fuck… Coop, my god…” He smothered my lips with his, drowning my groans as he quickly brought me to another orgasm. He kept kissing me, his tongue in my mouth, until I stopped making any sounds. When his lips slid from mine he stayed with me, leaning in close, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered in my ear, “I’m betting Steve wouldn’t have his fingers in your pussy either – and wouldn’t that make this just another long, tedious bus ride?” He was right, damn him! Steve most definitely would not have been so bold – or so relentless, refusing to be denied. Not that I’d tried very hard. “Coop, we have to stop this, and I mean ...