It felt like he had pressed a shovel handle into her butt! Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the arm of the seat. She felt the fabric of her dress rub her bare ass as he sidled past. Hurriedly, May slid into the seats. She watched as the large Black man moved past her to the rear. She repressed an urge to glance back and see his butt.
Jason smiled as he moved down the aisle toward the back of the bus. It was risky rubbing his cock over her butt. She could have screamed and that would cause a problem. Instead, she reacted as though she liked it. He planted his bulk into the five across rear seats. He rested his back against the wall and stretched out across the seats.
The ancient bus shuddered as the driver ground the gears into reverse and backed out of the boarding lane. The gears clashed again as he forced it into low gear and lumbered into traffic. With practiced ease, the driver moved quickly through the gears and attained highway speed.
In his back row seat, Jason surreptiously eased his 16-ounce Coca Cola bottle from his backpack. The bottle was a 50/50 mix of Coke and Wild Turkey. As he took a sip, he caught the old white woman watching him.
May manufactured reasons for her to turn in her seat and catch glimpses of the young Black man. For some reason he fascinated her. An unaccustomed warmth spread threw her body. What is wrong with me, she thought.
When Jason caught her staring at him, he offered her a drink from his soda bottle. She was like a deer in the headlights. She wanted to turn away but she could not. A tidal wave of emotion washed over her.
“Come on,” Jason implored, “have a drink!”
Despite her fears, May found herself rising to accept his offer. A pang of guilt shot threw her as she glanced down to see if the other passengers were watching. I am just going to the back of this very public bus to have a drink, she reasoned, why should I feel guilty?
She thought about Henry. Her anger at his ignoring her welled in her. I am more than just a farmhand!
May walked the few steps to the back of the bus. She kept looking over her shoulder at the passengers on the lower level. She was not sure why she accepted a drink with from this stranger. Maybe it was an act of defiance at an uncaring husband. May slid into the middle seat, her legs extended in the aisle. To her right were two empty seats. To her left, Jason offered her the Coke bottle laced with Wild Turkey.
“I…I…I just want you to know I am married and don’t normally do this kind of thing.” May took a tentative sip of the spiked Coke. She sputtered as the heat of the liquor burned her throat. She felt the alcohol suffuse her body, warming her.
Jason watched as May took another sip. He noticed how her breasts rose as she raised the bottle to her mouth and leaned her head back to take a drink. Lawd, he thought, her jugs were as big as my Mama and my aunt. “Ma’am, all we are doing is having a drink together!”
Ma’am! The word aged her. It reminded her she was past middle age. Most of her life was behind her. It also reminded her of the obvious age difference between her and her newfound drinking partner. She carefully observed him as he took a big swig from the bottle. He could not be more than 20 years old! He was younger than her youngest!
He was extremely dark with startling slate grey eyes. His shaved head was enormous, sitting like a block of obsidian on an almost non-existent neck. His broad shoulders nearly filled the space between the back wall of the bus and the seat. Her eyes trailed down over his broad muscular chest. His waist was almost waspish but flared to large thighs and legs. She felt a tingle that was partly the alcohol and partly the large bulge in his pant leg. That could not possibly be his cock, she thought.
“My name is May,” she said feeling self-conscious about drinking with this young man
Jason watched as May turned toward him. Her left leg was bent at the knee resting on the seat and the other in the aisle. Her dress rode up exposing her leg to the lower thigh. It was a well-shaped leg, lightly covered in a brownish hair.
He accepted the proffered bottle. Time to up the ante, he thought. “I’m Jason,” he said as he offered a toast and took a deep draught. He let his hand drop to her ankle. When she did not protest, he lightly squeezed it.
His hand was hot on May’s ankle. She felt the heat move up her leg and warm her nether regions. She was a little high. Normally all she drank was the hard cider she and Henry made. The 100 proof Wild Turkey and Coke was going to her head.
May felt as if the world had shrunk to this little cocoon of him and her. It was as if they were the only people in the world. She stole a look at his dark open face. His eyes were calm open pools of grey.
He looks at me as though I were center of his world. When I speak, he listens, really listens. Henry never listened. It was a pleasant feeling. This strange young man made her feel safe and needed. She felt warm and adjusted the hem of her dress.
Jason watched as May’s dress rose higher. It cut across her thighs, exposing all of her lower legs and a lot of her thighs. Her dress tightened across her breasts as she took another deep swallow. Jason thought he could see her hard nipples challenging the thin cotton dress. She offered no protest as his hand slid up her lower leg, partially disappearing under her dress. A warm moist heat issued from under her dress.
May’s skin tingled as Jason lightly caressed her lower thigh. The tingle moved up her leg. She felt herself getting wetter. The tingle moved up her abdomen causing it to quiver. It invaded her breasts, making her nipples harder and more sensitive. It suffused her neck, ears and face causing her to flush. Jesus Christ, she thought. What is happening to me? I am behaving like a teenager on her first date. As he took a swallow, she watched his pant leg tighten as his cock hardened. It seemed to go on forever.
Henry’s was the only cock she had ever seen. This one was much larger. May licked her lips hungrily. She felt an otherness, an out of body experience. She was not drunk. She knew that. A barrier dropped and a hand moved out and lightly squeezed the bulge.
Jason groaned as May squeezed his dick. He felt her fingers tightening and relaxing on his man meat. He lowered the bottle slowly. May’s eyes glazed as her hand rubbed his cock. She seemed to be in a trance. A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead. Her tongue flicked across incongruously dry lips, moistening them. He let his hand slide slowly up her dress. The hair on her legs felt like silk. He stroked back and forth, each time he moved further up her thigh pushing her dress higher.
May started as she felt the back of Jason’s hand brush lightly against her pubic mound. Her eyes rose and locked with his. I should stop this, she thought. It has gone too far. May moaned as Jason’s finger moved gently up her sodden slit. Her fingers tightened on his cock. Reluctantly, May removed her hand from Jason’s cock. Using both of her hands, she grasped his invading hand and held it tightly. She groaned as she pushed his arm back, causing his finger to slip out of her aching pussy.
“We must…we must stop,” she groaned haltingly, “this is just not me!”
Jason scooted forward so that their knees on the seat touched. With his free hand, he reached out and stroked her chin with the back of his hand.
“You know,” he said, “perhaps you are right!”
He leaned in, cupped her chin and lightly touched her lips with his. He let his tongue slip out of his mouth and slide sensuously across her parted lips. His free hand roamed down her neck, causing May to tremble at the feather lightness of his touch. He moved from her lips to her chin, lightly kissing it. He planted kisses on either side of her neck. His free hand slowly unbuttoned first one then another of the buttons on her dress.
Jason caressed her breast through her bra as he planted kisses just above her cleavage and then on the fleshy mound of each breast.
“Yes, yes this is so wrong,” May gasped loudly, “I’m married, and I’m a Christian. I can’t cheat on my husband.”
He undid another button on her dress, exposing her tattered tattletale grey bra. Jason pushed her bra up over the quivering mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were pink and rigid. They were as large as the first joint of his thumb. He lowered his head and gently suckled.
“Does your husband do this?”
May pressed his head to her bosom. She breastfed all of her children. She loved the intimacy of those moments, the feeling of completeness as the issue of her womb was nourished by milk from her breasts. It was part of the cycle of life. Henry always wanted the door closed. He felt it was not seemly for a man to watch a woman feed her babies.
“No, never,” she moaned.
She again grasped his cock and began squeezing it. Her gasps turned to moans as he nibbled lightly on one nipple while pulling on the other with his thumb and forefinger.
“You are so beautiful, so beautiful,” Jason moaned, suckling on her rigid nipple.
May responded to the light pressure of Jason’s hand on her chest pushing her back on the seats. She lay back as he kissed each nipple. He planted kisses on her abdomen, and then let his tongue explore her navel.
May’s body undulated under Jason’s ministrations. Her skin was hypersensitive. Each kiss sent sensations coursing through her body. She felt like she was on fire. Where is he going, she thought. Oh no, he is not going to kiss me down there.
May grasped Jason’s head in both hands and tried to push him away.
“No…no…not there…not there!”
Jason pushed her hands away. When she tried to close her legs, he forced them apart with the pressure of his head. Finally, he planted that first sweet French kiss on May’s labia. He ran his tongue up and down each lip. Then he started at the bottom and let his tongue part her lips and move slowly up until he flicked her clit.
“Does your husband do this?”
“Oh god…oh god…oh god!” May’s hips bucked against Jason’s head as he alternately licked and kissed her engorged labia. When he took her pussy lips in his mouth, she felt a pressure building. It was as though she was about to explode.
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