“Umm…Sure.”
Though part of me had sort of expected it, I was still surprised when she reached for the front of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Wasting no time, she slipped her hand into my boxers and pulled out my cock. It was rock-hard–and I realized belatedly that it had been straining against my jeans ever since I’d first caught a glimpse of Anne’s panties.
She wrapped her hands around it and I shuddered at the feeling. “Damn,” she said.
“What?” I asked, afraid that there was something wrong.
“I’ve never touched one before…it’s so hard inside, but…” she ran a thumb over the head, and I sucked air in through my clenched teeth, “the skin outside is so soft.” She squeezed it. “And it’s so warm.”
Suddenly, as if on a whim, she leaned forward to kiss me. It was the most incredible kiss of my young life. I’d never felt anything like it; our toungues moved against each other, and the sensations were mind-blowing. And it didn’t hurt that she had my dick in her hand.
She broke the kiss. “We don’t have a lot of time, and I really want to try this.”
“Try what?” I asked, but even as I spoke, she slid off the seat and onto her knees in the little bit of floor between our seat and the seat ahead of us.
“This,” and the next thing I knew my cock was in her mouth. Before I could stop myself I let out a strangled groan.
She pulled off of me in a flash and was immediately in the seat next to me, cheeks flaming. I realized that half the bus was turned around and looking at us. Thinking quickly, I put my hand to my forehead. “Headache,” I said.
Most of them turned away, but Tom was still staring at me, eyebrows raised. I motioned to Anne with a jerk of my head and winked at him. Understanding, he broke out in a wide grin and flashed me a thumbs-up. He turned away, and I heard him start to tell some story or another to the others in front–loudly. I chuckled. Good ‘ol Tom. His stories could go on forever.
“It’s safe now,” I told Anne. “Tom’s gonna distract them.”
She pinched me lightly on the arm. “Think you can keep it quiet this time?”
My cheeks flamed.
Winking at me, she slid down to her former position. She took me in her mouth and went to work. She made soft slurping noises as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock, sucking on it and massaging the underside with her tongue. My hands were clenched into fists, and I grit my teeth, straining to keep silent.
Anne saw my struggle, and her eyes lit up with mischief. She pulled back so that only the head of my cock was in her mouth, grasped my shaft tightly in her hands, and started licking and sucking the head as though it were some kind of lollypop.
My entire body shook from the intense pleasure and my struggle to contain it. Squirming in my seat, I scowled at her. I saw the smile in her eyes as she started bobbing her head again.
I didn’t last long. When I felt the pressure beginning to build at the base of my cock I warned her. “I’m going to come.”
She moved faster, applying even more suction, moving her tongue more vigorously.
“Oh, God,” I half-whispered, half-groaned. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as pleasure exploded out of me in wave after wave. Anne stopped moving her head, but her mouth and tongue milked me as she swallowed again and again, her eyelids fluttering.
When it was over, I let myself droop forward, resting my forehead against the seat in front of me. I was completely drained. I took a few deep breaths, trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of my life.
Anne got up from the floor and settled next to me in the seat, hugging me. “Thanks,” she said. “That was fun.”
I opened my eyes, looked at her. “You swallowed.”
She grinned. “Yep.” Her smile faltered when she looked out the window. “We’re almost at your house.”
“Oh shit!” I pulled up my pants and closed them quickly, stuffing myself back in, ignoring the moist, clammy feel in my underwear. I’d get a fresh pair when I got inside.
I gave Anne a quick kiss, loving the softness of her lips. “Are you coming over tonight?”
Anne hesitated. “If you want me to.”
“Definitely! I want to…” I gestured to her skirt. “You know, return the favor and, umm–”
“Go down on me?” she asked, eyes twinkling.
I blushed. “Yeah.”
She leaned toward me and we shared another quick kiss. “I’ll see you tonight,” she promised me.
“I’d better.”
The bus rolled to a stop and I walked up the aisle, careful to keep my books in front my jeans. The two kisses had given me another hard-on.
I stepped off the bus and turned to wave at Anne. Through the window, she waved back and gave me a broad wink.
I watched the bus pull away and disappear down the road, looking forward to that night.
END
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