Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... now! Steve is practically my fiancé – I can’t… ohhh!” My objection turned into a gasp of pure pleasure as he slid his finger out of my slick embrace and replaced it with two, an exquisite stretch of my aroused pussy that pushed me to the very brink of yet another climax. When he thrust in deep and then slid back a bit before thrusting in again he tipped me over the edge, and I crashed into a beautiful, powerful orgasm, my whole body rigid and pushing back against his probing fingers, demanding and receiving simple, pure, carnal pleasure. As this one slowly waned it left me limp and shaken, satiated sexually but shocked at how raw and powerful it had been – and how easily I had let it happen. As he’d seemed to do since he’d first introduced himself he read me perfectly, sensing that I was done and that any more of this assault on my now-hypersensitive body would be too much. He slowly withdrew his fingers from inside of me, earning a small moan of loss as I felt him slip free. He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them, another intensely sexy move, and then brought them to my lips so that I could taste my own arousal. Surprising myself, I eagerly licked and sucked at his wet, slippery fingers, aroused by the musky-sweet scent and taste of my own sex. Knowing that our session was done, he soon pulled his hand away and leaned back in his seat. “I guess I need to go to the room and clean up a bit.” He casually reached down and stuffed his now-flaccid but still ...

... impressive cock and balls back into his pants, pulling them back up to his hips. “Ladies first, stud!” Being in the outboard seat allowed me to slide into the aisle first, and I grabbed my small purse and turned toward the back of the bus before I changed my mind and turned back. I retrieved my small bag from beneath the seat and dug out a pair of clean, dry panties. He grinned when he saw what I had, but didn’t say a word. I stuffed them into my purse and left. In the tiny restroom I quickly cleaned up as best I could, and then slipped out of my bra, which was still unhooked, and out of my sopping panties and into my clean, dry ones. As I was cramming the bra and the used pair into my purse I couldn’t help but grin at the girl in the mirror as I felt how wet I’d made them. God that was exciting! How come you’ve never done anything like this before, Charli girl? As I headed back to my seat, he saw me coming and stepped out into the aisle, meeting me halfway. As he’d approached I’d noticed several wet spots on his pants where he’d spurted cum onto himself, and his very obvious manhood, like a living thing against his stained pants as it moved with his stride. As we met he put his hand on my shoulder and leaned close, whispering, “You take your window seat back; you can curl up in the corner. I left a jacket on the seat in case you want a blanket.” Touched, I smiled up at him. “Thanks, Coop, that’s very thoughtful.” I got that crooked, sexy, tingle-making grin again. “De nada, ...