Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... bottom of a freeway exit ramp and the lack of sound and motion had woken me. I wasn’t disoriented and confused this time like I had been before, just sleepy. Looking around I saw that the bus was mostly dark, less than a half dozen of the small reading lights still lit. I sighed, ready to cuddle back in against Coop and get some more of that oh-so-sexy sleep, but as I did I happened to glance down; it was not until that moment that I realized that I had my left hand wrapped around his cock! I was suddenly and powerfully aware of the weight and heat of it in my hand, and of the thick hardness of it, my fingers curled around him. I instinctively began to jerk my hand away when his closed over mine, holding me there, his solid erection throbbing in my hand. “You don’t have to stop,” he whispered, his lips close to my ear. “Stop? Cooper, let me go!” A harsh, urgent whisper from me, but he continued to hold my hand on his cock, tightening his muscles so that I could feel his shaft further swell and thicken. My heart was racing, my body tense as I tried to pull away. His lips again, just brushing my ear, “Charli, relax. You seemed to be enjoying fondling me in your sleep – and lord knows I was. You don’t need to stop just because you’re awake.” “Fondling you? I was not fondling you! Now let me go!” “Sshhh! Here, try this…” His hand over mine began to gently move, sliding my fingers over his length, slowly masturbating - with my hand! “Coop, I swear…” He suddenly released my hand, ...

... laughing softly. “Sorry. I just thought maybe you wanted to finish what you started.” I quickly pulled my hand away from his hard cock… but only enough to move it several inches farther down his thigh. He really had felt incredibly good in my hand. “What I started? I didn’t start anything! I was sleeping.” He nodded. “You were – and for the last several minutes you were also playing with my cock.” He reached down and squeezed himself obscenely. “It didn’t get like this all on its own.” “Bullshit! It did earlier while you were asleep.” He turned and gave me that crooked smile again, teasingly this time. “You were looking at my cock while I slept?” Nice going Charli, you idiot! That is basically what you just told him! “No, I was not ‘looking at it’, I just happened to notice…” I trailed off, realizing I was only making it worse, thankful that the bus was mostly dark so that he couldn’t see the blush that rushed up my neck and made my face burn. “Well, you do wear those thin pants…” Brilliant, girl! That was helpful! He didn’t say anything; he just continued to sit there with his hand on his cock, his fingers curled gently around it. He seemed very comfortable with this blatant display of his sexuality. “Was I really, um, fondling you? In my sleep?” He nodded. “You really were.” “Why didn’t you stop me?” “Because I’m not a complete idiot.” I couldn’t help but laugh, and it broke the tension. “God! I can’t believe I did that. I’m so sorry.” He laughed softly. “Charli, trust me ...