The fantasy I have about the man in the front seat of the bus. A travel fantasy sex story.
I see him every week on this bus and have wanted to approach him for a long time. But I haven’t, because the only reason I’m interested in him is to fuck him, and I’d never betray my boyfriend to do it. If only he wasn’t living in another state right now…
So every week I sit a few seats behind him…he sits in one of the senior citizen seats and chats with the bus driver, so if I sit in the first seat that faces forward, I have a great view. It’s a long bus ride late at night, so we’re usually the only two on it, and he gets off only a few stops before I do.
When I get home, I go to bed and fantasize about having sex with him. First I prepare myself for bed, brushing my teeth, and washing my face just as I always do. I take off my clothes and get into bed, beginning to get excited by the feeling of the soft flannel sheet against my body. My right-hand snakes down to my pussy and starts its work, while my mind starts its fantasy.
I visualize him on the bus. The first thing I always notice is his body. It’s a mixture of hard and soft; he surely weighs at least 300 pounds, but there’s clearly a lot of muscle below the fat. His legs are hard and remind me of tree trunks, and his firm, round ass drives me nuts. As I move up his body in my mind, I see his fat belly and sides, combined with his broad, muscular back. Finally, I see his face, with its amazing sweetness.
After only minutes of this exercise, I can feel myself reaching a climax…but it’s not time yet. I stop masturbating but go further into the fantasy. Now he’s standing…we’re in my bedroom. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him. My breasts ache for attention as I push them up against his strong back; the sensation of ass against me increases my desire. My hands wander over his t-shirt, lovingly caressing every curve until I reach his chest. He moans softly as I fondle his nipples, feeling them become erect under my fingers. I pinch them gently through the t-shirt and realize from his reaction that I’ve found something he very much enjoys.
I run my hands down his sides to the waist of his pants and below, firmly squeezing his hips between my hands, moving down to his hard thighs. My hands slide around to the front and move closer and closer to his bulging crotch, as if of their own volition.
My arousal is becoming more insistent, so I start to pull his shirt off. Realizing my goal, he finishes the job while I unbutton the fly of his pants and push them to the floor.
Seeing him naked only serves to inflame me further; I realize that at this moment, I want nothing more than to suck his cock until he comes. But before I have a chance to kneel down, he reaches for me to remove my shirt and skirt, leaving me dressed only in a front-hook bra. I close my eyes as his hands rest on my hips. I concentrate on the sensation — his smooth, un-calloused hands moving slowly from my hips forward onto my tummy… my pussy is throbbing with desire.
His hands move up to my breasts, where he holds them through their restraints. I can do nothing but stand motionless, trembling from the depth of my arousal. He finally unhooks my bra, freeing my breasts for his further ministrations. Immediately I feel my nipples being squeezed, hard, and I almost fall.
Much as I enjoy this, I realize that my original intention has been interrupted, so I kneel down and cup his balls in one hand while I rub his cock gently with the other. My hunger for him is enormous, and I open my mouth wide to cram both of his balls in it at once. I love the feeling of my tongue circling each one, back and forth, over and over…finally, I release his balls and lick my way up to his velvety cockhead in one
motion, swiftly enveloping his penis with my mouth. I begin to suck him, forming a firm ring with my lips and sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. Sometimes I stop to play my tongue over the under-side or swirl it around the head, fondling his balls with one hand and his ass with the other.
I tire of this eventually and grab one of his ass-cheeks in each hand as I pump my head back and forth, moving faster and harder as I sense his need increasing. Finally, he trembles as cum shoot into my mouth, and I cease my movements, concentrating on the taste of his sperm and the feeling of his cock spasming in my mouth. After a minute, we lie down on my bed.
We continue to explore each other’s bodies with our hands, while I wait for him to recover. In a couple of minutes, I straddle him and we caress each other’s chests. I have always found this position to provide the greatest sensitivity and enjoyment for me in this activity; something to do with my breasts hanging free, no doubt. We apply our mouths as well…he seems to particularly enjoy it when I suck and nibble his nipples at the same time. In any case, with my warm, wet cunt resting on his penis, and my hands caressing his body, he rapidly becomes hard again.
I slide his cock into my cunt and settle in, experiencing the satisfying sensation of his cock-head just barely touching my cervix. OH YES! As he continues to hold my breasts, I start to fuck him, sliding almost all the way up each time. I am oblivious to everything as I ride him on my way to orgasm…I barely notice his warm, wet mouth on my nipples, though it surely helps me on my way.
My tense body rapidly reaches its first orgasm, and I get up off of him, asking him if he might perhaps service me from behind. As he readily agrees, I get on my knees, with my elbows resting on the bed, and my legs spread slightly. Instead of the cock I expect, I feel his tongue probing me and his hands fondling my buttocks… something I am certainly not about to object to.
After a minute or two, I do indeed feel the expected pressure of his cock entering me again. I clamp down on it, loving the feeling of him pushing against me until I again feel his cock on my cervix…this time a little harder, but I’m prepared now. I beg him to fuck me as hard as he can, and he seems only too happy to oblige, as I feel him pounding into me shortly thereafter.
With this kind of pressure, neither of us can last long, and I start to come only moments before he slams himself against me one last time and spurts deep inside of me. He collapses on top of me, and we both sink down onto the bed, shifting after a few minutes into a more comfortable sleeping position.
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