The Bus Girl: My Heart-Pounding First Time
I first saw her on the bus, heading home, dead tired. Those blue eyes locked on me from across the aisle. Not stunning, but magnetic—brown hair with red streaks, curvy body, tanned cleavage sparkling under a necklace. I couldn’t look away. She smiled, tongue flicking her lips. My heart hammered. Pulse racing, cock twitching. Next stop, she stood, hands sliding over hips, sauntered close. Whispered ‘See you soon’ in my ear, breath hot, then gone.
Dreamlike, her ass swayed away. Home, stripped, under the shower. Meant to wash her out, but eyes closed, she was there. Hands—not mine?—soapy, tender on chest, teasing nipples. Her naked body pressed in my mind. Down belly, ribs, gripping my hard cock. Stroking slow, building. Moaned loud, came hard. Opened eyes—alone, spent, but still burning.
The Approach
Days blurred, her voice echoed soft. Saturday, bar-tobacco for the paper. Door chimes. Her. Eyes pierce mine, backs out. News forgotten, invisible string pulls me. Follow three steps behind. No words, no touch. Stops at white house, door opens. Inside, eyes glued to her curves. Second door—bedroom. ‘Make yourself at home. CDs under window. I’ll get drinks.’
Dim room, candles flicker. Red-black sheets on big bed scream sex. Jacket off, first CD—Cat Stevens fills air. Sits right. Heart thuds wild. Door opens, her with red wine glasses. Sip, sets down. Beckons up, close. Her soft hands on face, neck, yank shirt over head. Palms glide chest, belly—gentler than fantasy. Kneads ass, pops pants buttons. No kiss, lips brush—tease. Pants drop, boxers gone. Naked, hard. Try to undress her, she pins arms, pushes to bed firm but soft.
Stretch out on cool sheets, wait throbbing. She dances to music, eyes locked. Hand through hair, neck, unbuttons shirt slow. Breasts rise-fall fast. Mirror her—hands on my own skin. Shirt falls—firm tits, no bra. Hips sway, skirt drops. Red lace panties.
The Instant
Nude, climbs bed. Dips finger in wine, wets nipples. Kneels over me. Lick drops off—tongue grazes, she gasps deep. Pulls back, shoulders me down, sits on thighs. Tits brush chest accidental-electric. Face close, but I snap.
Grab, flip her beside me. No chest touch yet. Head to mine, eyes burn. Breath mixes fast. Lips graze—hers seek. Finally, kiss. Deep, drowning. Her leg rubs cock. Tongue trails neck, soft puffs on tits, suck nipples—she whimpers.
Circle navel, lower. Tongue hits pussy lips—she arches, nails dig shoulders. Breath ragged, legs wrap torso. I’m bursting. Hands in hair, yanks up. Slide in—shared cry. Rhythm syncs, urgent. Kiss again as wave crashes—orgasm rips us.
After, tangled in sheets, sweat cools. Heart slows, but world’s shifted. Innocence cracked wide. No going back. Her blue eyes smile—new horizon dawned.
