Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... slouch to make my heart beat just a bit faster. Wow, Charli, that is some serious eye-candy! Settle down, girl. I looked quickly around the bus as the driver slowed to a stop and opened the door, realizing that the seat next to me was one of only three vacant spots remaining. Of the other two, one was next to a very large, overweight man whose bulk lapped well into the open seat, and the other was alongside an older, gray haired lady – and had a crying child directly behind it. I assumed that he would probably choose the seat next to me, and as I watched him approach I saw his eyes taking things in as he reached the same conclusion. I was a little bit unhappy about losing my extra space – no stretching out to sleep that night – but also intrigued and maybe a little bit aroused by the idea of sharing space with this sexy stranger for the foreseeable future. He paused in the aisle at the end of my pair of seats and looked at me, that same small smile on his face. The way he looked at me… I felt my nipples begin to harden and knew that in my thin bra and simple pink t-shirt their aroused condition would soon be plainly visible to him. And yes, I saw his eyes flick across my chest. As he openly studied me, I took the opportunity to do the same with him; my first impression had been correct, he was tall, perhaps six-foot three or so, and his hair almost brushed the ceiling of the bus. He was lean, his well-cut shoulders and chest defined by his tight, brilliantly-white ...

... t-shirt, and his slim waist supported a pair of heather-gray knit workout pants which… well, to be honest, which did very little to hide the bulge of a very impressive package! I realized that I was staring at the shape of his thick cock outlined against his thin pants, and felt myself blush as my eyes darted back up to his face – only to find him calmly watching me! Knowing that he’d seen me staring at his crotch did nothing to ease my blush, and the sudden tingle of heat and moisture between my own legs didn’t help either! He just continued to smile softly, his eyebrows rising just a tiny bit. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” “Yes… I mean no. I was just sprawled out, hogging two to myself.” Great! I just told him I’m a hog! Nice opening line, Charli! I quickly gathered up the various personal debris that I’d left on the empty seat, clearing it for him. “I meant no, it’s not taken. I’ll move my junk and you can sit here.” “I like to stretch out too, when I can. Look, I hate to cramp you, but the bus is almost full – if you’re sure it’s not a problem…?” Was it a problem… at this point it would be more of a problem if he didn’t sit next to me! “No, it’s fine, really. It’s a long ride, and I’d enjoy some company. I can move my bag so yours will fit under the seat.” He shook his head, his dark eyes smiling. “Nah, forget it. I’ll just throw it in the overhead compartment.” As he reached up to stuff his small pack into the overhead, I couldn’t help but notice the way his tight t-shirt ...