The Sensual Coach Journey
The Sensual Coach Journey is a travel sex story of Emma’s by chance meeting with a stranger whilst traveling across the Arizona desert.
I was finally on my way. After a difficult couple of years, I’d decided to leave Todd and my beloved Tucson and head for the City of Angels. I was born in Arizona and Tucson had been our home for the last 5 years, but the marriage had died and become bitter. I was also restless and needed to see more of life.
Having packed up my worldly belongings I stuffed them in the luggage compartment of the luxury Greyhound and boarded for my long ride. I was meeting Julia, my best friend from college at the Terminal on East 7th Street. In the meantime, I had 8 hours to reflect on what was next for my little life.
The first couple of hours were pretty uneventful and I just read my latest trashy novel watching the desert go by. The Greyhound was one of those luxury models with 3 large seats in each row. 2 plus 1 was the layout. I reserved a seat close to the back as I like to people watch. The problem was there were only half a dozen of us on this coach. Maybe it would fill up the close we got to LA?
We pulled over in one of the many sleepy towns that were on the route and one passenger joined our journey. I thought nothing of it until the tall stranger sat next to me. We both smiled a welcome and I remember thinking that his smile was very warming. I sensed a very sensual man. Having said that, it also occurred a little strange that he had chosen to sit next to me, bearing in mind the coach had plenty of vacant seats. I know you had to reserve a seat when booking so maybe that was it. Besides, I didn’t really mind. He was rather handsome and had a lovely smell.
I returned to my book, which was starting to get a little steamy, and lost myself in the mild erotica that was entering my eyes into my imagination. 15 minutes or so must have passed by before I looked up and saw that the guy next to me was asleep, or had his eyes closed at least. He was more handsome than I first thought, and I found myself gazing at his features as my mind started to run away from me. His soft breathing was entrancing, and I started dreaming about his rugged looks and how these contrasted with what looked like very soft lips.
My wild imagination starting going into overdrive and I found myself starting to feel myself over my short summer dress. I loved to masturbate and pleasuring myself had become an important part of my life as the relationship with Todd deteriorated. Keeping my gaze on the tall rugged stranger’s handsome face I moved my hand under my dress and over my panties. My wetness surprised me greatly. The feeling of erotic pleasure made me a little dreamy and I closed my eyes to lose myself in my thoughts.
It could not have been more than a minute or so before I felt a large yet soft hand touch my inner thigh. I know I gasped but I kept my eyes closed. Was I dreaming or was this really happening?
As I felt his hand move higher towards my sex I parted my legs and moved my own hand away. I was shaking. His fingers pulled my panties aside and started to stroke my labia. It was at this point I could feel his breathing against my face. I opened my eyes and saw that beautiful smile again. He picked up my hand and placed it on to the bulge in his trousers. He was a big man.
We both sat back in our respective seats. I rubbed his every growing cock and he started to gently enter my tight hole with one of his fingers. This turned me on immensely. He fingered my entrance and I was quivering with joy. I had not felt like this for a year. Forever!
With this stranger gently fingering me I felt for and undid his zipper and felt his large cock spring from his pants. I started stroking it up and down as he moved into a more comfortable position. God, he was big.
The large finger then released itself from inside my pussy and moved upwards slowly until it found my clitoris. It knew when it had found the prize because I gasped and even jumped a little. I was in ecstasy. The explosion was brewing inside me and I knew my orgasm was near. This anticipation and tension made me work his large penis faster and harder and in no time we were climaxing together.
I felt his warm creamy spunk spurt land on my hand after ejaculating into the air at the same time as my sex spasmed with joy and my legs turned like jelly. I let out a little scream but I didn’t care. This was amazing and for the first time for a long time, I felt alive.
We both relaxed a little and let our breathing subside. After a minute or so I opened my eyes to see that smile again and we giggled a little together as we cleaned up. I then closed my eyes and quickly drifted off into a post-orgasm sleep. I must have slept for close to an hour and when I woke the beautiful stranger was gone. No loss was felt. Just joy and pleasure and thought what a fitting end to a wonderful start to my new life.
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Originally written by Rosemary Zahler and inspired by smilemakers