Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... senorita.” As he spoke his hand slid up my ribs and cupped my breast, and right there in the middle of the aisle he squeezed it and gently tweaked my nipple, almost causing my knees to buckle – his subtle way of saying he’d immediately noticed my braless boobs. I gasped and pushed his hand away. “Coop!” He laughed softly and squeezed past me, intentionally thrusting his luscious bulge against my tummy as he did. He continued on back as I went forward – but not before I caught the smirk on the face of another passenger, a thirty-something woman with two sleeping kids who had apparently been watching the whole exchange. I blushed as I slid into my seat, knowing that even in the dim aisle lighting my jutting nipples had announced my eager acceptance of his public touch. The jacket he’d left out was very nice, soft and fleece-lined, dark green, but before I pulled it over myself and curled up I had a fun thought: I quickly dug out my wet panties and tucked them down into the far reaches of his inside pocket. A little memento of our bus trip together, I thought, secretly hoping he’d pull them out, puzzled, in front of a bunch of his fellow smoke-jumpers. Facing the window and the empty darkness beyond, I curled up and pulled his jacket over me. It felt very nice, soft and warm, and was rich with the scent of healthy, sexy male. Despite the arousing effect of that scent I was soon drifting, tired, sexually satiated, sliding into sleep. I barely felt Cooper slide back in alongside ...

... me, and when he moved to curl up against my back, spooning me, his arms sliding around me only added to my sense of peace, security, and well-being and I was soon in dreamland. The dreams were as before – erotic, sensual; me, naked and with a magnificently aroused and also-naked man who bore a startling resemblance to Cooper, touching, exploring, making love. Maybe it was because the dream was so very real, so very intensely sexual, or maybe it was because I was so soundly sleeping – possibly some of both – but I’m not really sure that I can pinpoint the moment when I realized that the hard, thick cock grinding against my bottom was not a part of the dream. Still half-asleep I pushed back against it, and when his arm that was across my shoulders slid back so that he could cup my breast and pinch my nipple I knew this was going to happen. He released my breast long enough to reach down and grip his rigid erection and guide it between my legs, and when he resumed thrusting against me the big head of his cock and his solid shaft were rubbing directly on my aroused pussy, only my thin, moist panties keeping us apart. I realized that I was well on my way to soaking through a second pair but I didn’t care. I moaned as his cock thrust against my sex, already imagining what it would feel like to have that thick thing inside of me, and he quickly covered my mouth with his other hand, the arm that was wrapped around me from beneath. “Ssshhh, we’re still on the bus, remember?” “Coop,” I ...