Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... of some very carnal fantasies! I couldn’t recall ever reacting so powerfully to any man before, and I’d have a very sweet and loving near-fiancé waiting for me at the end of this ride. I had no business getting all worked up over Coop! It was utterly silly, yet it was undeniable. I glanced over the seatback and saw him emerge from the restroom. I moved into the aisle as he approached and watched him walk forward, noticing the way his cock moved within his pants with his step, a thick, fleshy pendulum against the gray fabric. Electric shocks battled with butterflies in my lower belly as my erotic fantasies ran wild. I looked up at him as he got close – very close, our bodies almost touching. “Coop, why don’t you take the window seat so that you can lean against the side of the bus to sleep? I’ll take the aisle for awhile, and anyway, I need to run back to the ladies room myself.” He grinned. “Ladies room… no such thing I’m afraid, but at least it’s semi-clean. You sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to steal your seat.” “No, not at all! You go ahead – and sleep well, in case you’re zonked before I get back.” I had the strangest urge to stretch up and kiss him goodnight; it felt easy and natural, and I stopped myself just before I did so. Oddly, I had the sense that he was about to bend down to kiss me as well! The moment passed, but as we slid past each other in the narrow aisle I was extremely aware of his hands on my shoulders and the heat and pressure of his bulge brushing ...

... across my stomach. I suppressed a shudder of pure arousal as my pussy slickened. In the tiny restroom I quickly took care of business. I couldn’t help but notice that my panties had a prominent wet spot, evidence of my arousal, or that my pussy felt slick and swollen, my clit hard and aching to be touched. I gave a moment’s thought to a quick session, but couldn’t bring myself to do it in this somewhat seedy location. The other thing that crossed my mind was to stuff my panties in my purse and go commando, as Coop so obviously had, but I quickly realized that they were the only thing keeping me from wet-spotting my skirt and pulled them back up. I washed up and headed back to my seat. It had taken only those few minutes for Cooper to fall sound asleep, totally limp and relaxed against the side of the bus, breathing deep and steady. I settled in with my book and quickly became engrossed in the story again – which was good; it helped take my mind off this incredibly sexy example of pure masculinity snoozing alongside me! For a few minutes, at least. Before too terribly long, I found my eyes wandering to him, found myself admiring the relaxed muscles of his bare arms, the network of thick veins in his strong, graceful hands, the coarse, dark stubble on his cheeks and chin, and the way his long, dark lashes rested on his cheeks. Fuck, he’s even beautiful when he’s asleep! No man should be allowed to be so beautiful, especially if he’s going to sit next to me for hours on end! I ...