Okay, I have never shared my writings with others besides friends and family. I wrote this a while back, after seeing this gorgeous man everyday for about 2 months while riding the bus. This is fantasy, none of this actually happened. *sigh* lol I hope you guys enjoy it and please, let me know your thoughts. Forgive the grammical errors, lol and its long, so Handsomestallion, I apologize! LMAO (I cleaned up the dirty words ROFLMAO
A *** story by ***. Williams
I commute to work by bus, taking a total of 2 buses to get to my destination. To transfer to my second bus, I have to go to the Eastern Terminal located in the eastern part of my hometown, hence the name. As I got off the bus one breezy Wednesday morning, my eyes zeroed in on the most gorgeous man I have seen in a long time...well, one that really caught my eye and made me stare at him from head to toe. I remembered every inch of him from that day: from the periwinkle button down dress *** that looked like it was made just for him, complimented with navy twill trousers that were creased to perfection. His navy tie with periwinkle stripes moved side to side as he walked briskly to his bus. “He should have secured it with a tie clip.” I thought as I watched him board the waiting bus.
That's when I realized: It was the same bus I was about to board. I got on the bus and swiped my monthly pass through the fare box, smiled and greeted the bus driver, and sat down in the first empty seat that I saw. Once I settled into my seat, I placed my bag on the empty seat next to me and stared mindlessly out the window, watching other patrons wonder throughout the terminal and wait patiently for their buses at the allotted booths. I grew bored of people watching, so I turned around to see where Mr. Gorgeous was sitting. He was in the back of the bus, sitting in the far left corner looking out the window. His face was furrowed as if he was deep in thought. Maybe he was thinking about what he has to do at his job today, I do that once in awhile. I tried not to make my staring noticeable, so I stole a few sly glances at him while looking at the other patrons on the bus. As my eyes scanned everyone on the bus, I looked in his direction one last time before I turned back to my window, and I looked dead into his face. ***, I was caught! I smiled weakly and turned quickly. I felt so stupid, I made it obvious that I was staring at him!
“Why did you look away so quickly?” A baritone voice said behind me. I turned around, and into the face of the man who caught me staring at his sexy ***. He sat into the recently vacant seat behind me and leaned forward. I zeroed in on everything. His dark complexion was smooth as Nicaraguan coffee, dark brown round, friendly eyes that shone proudly when light hit them, and his smile...a crooked boyish grin that came across as mischievous and naughty, a dangerous combination. His smooth face made him look like he was in his early twenties, and he had dimples so prominent that they were a permanent fixture on his handsome face. “No reason.” I said shrugging my shoulders. “I was staring at your hair.” I was, truthfully.
Among other things.
He had shoulder length dreadlocks that were neat, pulled back and secured with a navy band. “Your locks are nice and neat. I'm looking to do the same, but not ready to give up my perm just yet.” We laughed. “Well, when you are ready, here's my loctician's (sp) card.” He opened his black leather bag and pulled a sage colored card from one of its many compartments and handed it to me. “She's professional and really quick. Reasonable also. Give her a call and tell her that Jermaine referred you, so I could get a discount!” He said with a laugh. I laughed as well and took the card from his well manicured hand. “Thanks. I'll definitely tell her, and make sure you get your well deserved discount!” I laughed.
“Good!” He said. You know my name, I think it is only fair that I know yours..” Jermaine said slyly. He flashed that boyish grin that made me want to pounce his sexy *** right in his seat. “I'm Kamena. Nice to meet you, Jermaine. I apologize for staring. It's rude and when you stared back, I almost died!” I can't believe that I just admitted that! “Likewise, Kamena. And its okay, I stare at people too. I'm better at hiding it than you, though.” He admitted confidently.
We broke out laughing and chatted for the duration of our bus ride.
The next few months Jermaine and I got to know one another. He was 35 years old, single, and returned from living up north for over ten years. He told me about his family, friends, and recently, his relationship issues. I shared the same things, in addition that I too was in the same relationship boat, I shared my thoughts as well. We became great friends over time.
A friend I wouldn't mind screwing the *** out of, but hey, we can't have what we want all of the time.
I got off work late one ***, and I managed to catch the last bus leaving where my job was located. As I boarded the bus, I heard my name called.
It was Jermaine. He worked late as well. I smiled and made a beeline to the back of the bus and we chatted until we arrived to the Eastern Terminal.
We arrived just in time to see both of our buses leaving simultaneously. “***, that was my bus!” I yelled in frustration. “Mine as well.” He said. “Looks like we have an hour to kill..” He sat down on the bench and placed his bag in the empty seat next to him. “No, we have 90 minutes to kill. The buses run every 90 minutes after 7:00.” I replied sitting next to his bag. “Ah well, we can keep each other company while we wait, right?” He said with optimism.
“Right.” I said in agreement. We chatted for about a half hour when things took a turn, and I mean a turn for the better. The topic was favorite sexual positions.
I know, I was asking for it.
“Kamena, what's your favorite sexual position?” He asked curiously.
“You heard me.” He started to laugh. “Tell me, no one will know but us and the sky.” I stared at him. “*** it, mine is on top. Deeper penetration, and I control the situation.” I smirked and asked him the same question.
“No doubt, same position. I don't mind letting a woman control the situation. I find it to be a huge turn on.” He leaned forward and stared out at the darkness. We both sat quiet and stared into the darkness for a few minutes. I think we both were thinking of what it would be like to be in that position together.
Well, I was thinking about it.
“Kamena, would you be upset with me if I said that I wanted to kiss you?” He stared at me with those round friendly eyes that now were boring a hole into my ample, slightly exposed cleavage. “Not at all.” I replied quietly. “I'd let you if you did it right now.” I surprised myself with my bold reply. He stood up, reached for my hand and lead me to a darker bus booth. The bus for that stop stopped running hours ago, so we were guaranteed to be uninterrupted. We grabbed our bags and walked to the quiet spot quietly, I was thinking about what was about to transpire, and no doubt he was thinking the same.
We reached the bus stop and he sat down and pulled me into his lap. It was so dark and we were wearing dark clothing so I could barely see anything.
We kissed. We started off slow, intertwining our tongues and exploring one another. He tasted of Peppermint Altoids. I didn't see him pop it into his mouth while we walked.
Our kiss deepened and I let our a soft moan. I hope he was getting turned on as much as me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sucked on his tongue, while he slipped his right hand up my skirt and caressed my thighs. His touch sent shivers up my thighs and shocks to my love button. I *** and sighed, hoping that he would catch on and further explore my private regions.
He did. His hand slid further, reached between my legs, pulled my panties to the side and he pressed down on my button with his thumb. I leaned into him when he touched my hot spot. Closing my eyes, I was the guitar and he strummed me passionately, creating our own song about lust and animalistic cravings. My button swelled under his superb strumming and I began to rock in his lap. I was getting hotter by the minute and ready for him to put out the fire he started. I broke our kiss and moaned loudly. “Jermaine..” I said huskily. “Would you be offended if I said that I wanted you to take me right here, right now?” I stood up, hiked up my A-line skirt and straddled him, grinding my *** into his lap. He said nothing and since it was pitch black where we were, I couldn't read his face.
He pushed me off of him and unbuckled his pants, grabbed my left hand and placed it inside. I knew what to do from there. I stroked his semi erect manhood to full attention, and this next move shocked the *** outta me:
I leaned forward and took him into my warm mouth, and went to town. He inhaled sharply and moaned my name softly and repeatedly. I licked and sucked him swiftly, changing my pace once in a while. He rocked his hips and met my mouth movement gracefully, aiding me with my mission by placing his hand on the back of my head and guiding me gently with bringing him to ecstasy. Just as I felt his explosion bubbling to the surface, he pulled himself out of the confines of my mouth. “Get into our favorite position and take control.” He said, his voice full of passion.
I was already in position before he could finish his sentence. I sunk down on his manhood and we groaned in unison. starting our mating ritual. I started off with a slow and steady bounce. I freed his gorgeous locks and ran my fingers through them while he gripped my hips and matched my movements.
We moaned, groaned, cursed, and kissed our way into the abyss of estasy and bliss. I rode him faster as my own climax rose. I called his name and purred, nipping and licking at his neck. He released my hips to rip open my button down ***, popping off the buttons in the process, pulled out my breasts from my bra and sucked both my nipples as I rode him recklessly.
Thank God I had a camisole under my ***.
He licked and bit my nipples, which drove me over the cliff and into the deep abyss of bliss. I screamed his name as my gates blew open and drenched his manhood with my juices. I gripped him tightly and tightened the grip I had on his manhood, and rode my stallion over the finish line to claim his prize: joining me into the land of bliss. He growled my name into the starry sky and exploded inside of me, throwing is head back and moaning as he emptied his tank. He held my waist as he recovered from his release.
We came back to Earth and he looked at his watch. “Our buses will be here soon.” He said No words exchanged between after his announcement. I got off his lap, smoothed out my clothing while he did the same, and walked back to our respective bus stops hand in hand to wait for our ride home. When we were back into a lit area, we gave each other a once over and laughed.
We looked a mess, especially Jermaine.
He had a huge wet spot in front of his pants. “Maybe I should have taken them off.” He said and placed his bag in front of him to hide our naughty evidence of passion. I laughed and kissed his cheek. “Give me your dry cleaning bill the next time you see me or buy a new outfit, and I'll gladly pay for it.”
“No need, call it even for ripping the buttons off your *** and wrinkling your skirt.” He *** back. We laughed and kissed once more, then parted ways when our respective buses arrived. I boarded mine and looked over at his, he waved and blew me a kiss.
I did the same. The driver gave me a once over, shaking his head and smiled at me.
I wonder if he knew...
Who cares? I sat in the back and replayed the event over and over in my head until I arrived home safely. I showered and collapsed in my bed, dreaming about what went down at the Terminal.
God, I love riding the bus.