With the familiar hiss of air brakes releasing and a blast of diesel smoke, the bus pulled out of Des Moines, heading west again on Interstate-80 ultimately bound for Denver. I’d boarded late that morning in Chicago, and now, as evening approached, we were once again rolling westward… at least until the next small town with a Greyhound Bus stop required another detour.
As strange as it might sound, I love riding the bus – or, more accurately I suppose, I despise flying; the cramped conditions, the rush-rush of a busy airport, lines everywhere, obnoxious security, the horrid pressure of takeoff and the bumpy landings… not for me! The bus, on the other hand, is calming, relaxing, and sometimes provides an opportunity to meet interesting people. Too, I can frequently get a pair of seats to myself and can stretch out and be comfortable.
And that had been the case on this trip thus far, although a number of the seats had filled up in Cedar Rapids, then more just now, in Des Moines – but I was still, for the moment, living in solitary luxury. I turned sideways and leaned back against the window, stretching out across both seats as I settled in to read my book, munching an apple that I’d grabbed at the snack bar during our last stop.
I caught the guy across the aisle – a nice-looking older man – checking out my legs as I stretched, and I smiled at him; he instantly blushed, his eyes darting away, and I ducked my head to hide my giggle. I didn’t think he could see up my skirt, but if he did… well, his lucky day! At twenty, I had become comfortable with my trim body and the fact that men looked at me, and I considered my legs – along with my long auburn hair – to be about my best features. To be honest, I enjoyed knowing that men found me attractive, vain as that might sound!
On bus trips, like this one to meet my boyfriend at the University of Colorado in Boulder as his classes wrapped up for the semester, I dressed for comfort. For this trip that meant a loose-fitting, flowing floral-print skirt which ended just above my knees, a pale pink t-shirt top and sandals, and if that afforded men a better look at my legs, then so be it! I dress for me, not for them. Well, mostly.
The bus had very comfortable seats, plug-ins for my electronic devices, and great air vents and reading lights. I’d settled in, engrossed in the book on my Nook, and lost track of time, so I was surprised when I looked up as we pulled in to our next stop and realized that it had gotten dark already. It was another insignificant town, another bus stop at a small gas station – closed, at the moment – and a single person waiting to board.
I was on the right side of the bus, so as we pulled in I had a good view of our newest passenger; tall and lean with sinuous muscle rather than bulk, he was somehow instantly captivating. Dark, tousled hair, a four-day stubble, small, subtle smile, and the way he hooked his small travel pack on his finger over his shoulder all combined with his confident slouch to make my heart beat just a bit faster. Wow, Charli, that is some serious eye-candy! Settle down, girl.
I looked quickly around the bus as the driver slowed to a stop and opened the door, realizing that the seat next to me was one of only three vacant spots remaining. Of the other two, one was next to a very large, overweight man whose bulk lapped well into the open seat, and the other was alongside an older, gray haired lady – and had a crying child directly behind it. I assumed that he would probably choose the seat next to me, and as I watched him approach I saw his eyes taking things in as he reached the same conclusion.
I was a little bit unhappy about losing my extra space – no stretching out to sleep that night – but also intrigued and maybe a little bit aroused by the idea of sharing space with this sexy stranger for the foreseeable future. He paused in the aisle at the end of my pair of seats and looked at me, that same small smile on his face. The way he looked at me… I felt my nipples begin to harden and knew that in my thin bra and simple pink t-shirt their aroused condition would soon be plainly visible to him. And yes, I saw his eyes flick across my chest.
As he openly studied me, I took the opportunity to do the same with him; my first impression had been correct, he was tall, perhaps six-foot three or so, and his hair almost brushed the ceiling of the bus. He was lean, his well-cut shoulders and chest defined by his tight, brilliantly-white t-shirt, and his slim waist supported a pair of heather-gray knit workout pants which… well, to be honest, which did very little to hide the bulge of a very impressive package! I realized that I was staring at the shape of his thick cock outlined against his thin pants, and felt myself blush as my eyes darted back up to his face – only to find him calmly watching me!
Knowing that he’d seen me staring at his crotch did nothing to ease my blush, and the sudden tingle of heat and moisture between my own legs didn’t help either! He just continued to smile softly, his eyebrows rising just a tiny bit. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
“Yes… I mean no. I was just sprawled out, hogging two to myself.” Great! I just told him I’m a hog! Nice opening line, Charli! I quickly gathered up the various personal debris that I’d left on the empty seat, clearing it for him. “I meant no, it’s not taken. I’ll move my junk and you can sit here.”
“I like to stretch out too, when I can. Look, I hate to cramp you, but the bus is almost full – if you’re sure it’s not a problem…?”
Was it a problem… at this point it would be more of a problem if he didn’t sit next to me! “No, it’s fine, really. It’s a long ride, and I’d enjoy some company. I can move my bag so yours will fit under the seat.”
He shook his head, his dark eyes smiling. “Nah, forget it. I’ll just throw it in the overhead compartment.”
As he reached up to stuff his small pack into the overhead, I couldn’t help but notice the way his tight t-shirt stretched across the ridges of his hard abs – or the way his cock pressed against the front of his thin pants; it seemed pretty apparent that he was riding commando this trip, and my quickly-moistening pussy was eagerly acknowledging that fact! He was digging around in his pack for something, which afforded me an opportunity to admire his build (and yes, his bulge) without being observed, but I was careful to have my nose buried in my reading by the time he finished and slid in next to me.
In close quarters, the first thing I noticed was that he smelled amazing! It was a clean, extremely masculine scent, whether simply a good soap and warm, sexy man, or a light and expensive cologne I wasn’t certain, but I was very aware of the effect it was having on me. His delicious scent seemed to go straight from my nostrils to my lower belly, and it was like pouring fuel on glowing embers.
God! As if the great build, sexy stubble, sparkling, intelligent eyes and lovely bulge weren’t enough! This wasn’t fair! I thought of my boyfriend, Steve, and actually felt guilty for the thoughts I was having about this stranger. I fully expected Steve to pop the question during this visit – we’d talked about it at length – and here I was getting all worked up over someone whose name I didn’t even know!
He chose that moment to begin to remedy that situation, turning awkwardly in his seat to extend his right arm, which had been pressed to my left. “Hi, I’m Cooper – I guess if we’re gonna be sleeping together we should at least know each other’s names.”
I felt myself blush anew at his teasing comment, although I knew what he meant, and took his hand; his grip was strong but not overpowering or intimidating, and his hand hard and muscular, like the rest of him. “I’m Charli – Charlene, actually, but everyone calls me Charli. Except my kid sister, who calls me Leney, but don’t you dare call me that!”
He laughed, the sound low and rich like his voice. “No, Charli, I won’t. I wouldn’t want you confusing me for your kid sister.”
Sure, like there was any chance of that! “I won’t do that, I promise. Anyway, Cooper, you’re much taller – and much better looking.” I don’t know where that came from, it just popped out! And now I was mortified, until he extended a lifeline to pull me out of my awkward moment.
“Thank you, Charli; you’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself. Oh, and please call me Coop – only your kid sister would call me Cooper.”
I laughed, even though it wasn’t all that funny. Actually, it didn’t make any sense at all since he didn’t know my sister, but I laughed anyway. “She probably would, too, just to piss you off! So, Coop, where are you headed?”
“I’m going through to Denver – Grand Junction, actually, but I’m meeting up with the rest of the crew in Denver and we’re all driving out together. How about you?”
“Denver – I’m going to Denver too, and then my boyfriend is picking me up. He goes to CU up in Boulder, so we’ll be going there and then doing some sightseeing.” I was surprised at how pleased I was that he would be riding with me all the way to Denver! I had no right or reason to feel that way, with a boyfriend – almost a fiancé – and Coop a virtual stranger.
He smiled. “Great, that will give us a chance to get to know each other. With all the stops the schedule says we have about fourteen more hours. We’ll just have to make the most of it, I guess. Tell me about this boyfriend, starting with why all the really hot, sexy women always seem to have one.”
I blushed yet again, laughing. For some reason he made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl. “Thank you, Coop, that was very smooth – but I think you just answered your own question, didn’t you?”
He laughed that slow, easy laugh again. “I suppose I did, didn’t I? Well, whatever; your guy is a very lucky man, and you can tell him I said so.”
“Oh, I tell him that all the time!”
We quickly settled into a very relaxed, easy conversation. He was quick-witted, and I enjoyed the playful banter we exchanged as we gradually traded little tidbits and facts about ourselves until we actually felt like we were getting to know each other. I found out that the “crew” he was meeting was a crew of professional smoke-jumpers – specialized firefighters that parachute in to battle remote forest fires, hopefully before they become major blazes – and that this would be his second summer doing that very dangerous job. No wonder he kept himself in such great physical condition!
He shared a bag of trail mix with me, and I gave him my spare water bottle; it wasn’t very cold by this point, but it was wet. We were probably a little over an hour – and one more tiny, depressing town with its own tiny, depressing bus stop – down the road when he stretched and yawned. “Charli, I hope you don’t mind, but I really need to crash for awhile. We were up before dawn so that we could make a couple of training jumps before it got too windy, and I’m whipped.”
“No, of course not! You go ahead and sleep, Coop, and I’ll get back to my book.” I held up my Nook. “I can read this without the reading light if it’s is going to bother you.”
He chuckled, saying, “No, no problem. Last summer I learned that I needed to sleep whenever I could, and sometimes that was in the weeds alongside a dirt road as trucks rolled by. I think I could probably sleep in the middle of a busy intersection at this point. I need to visit the head though; I’ll be back in a minute.”
As he rose to walk to the rear of the bus, to the small bathroom, I noticed again how fluidly he moved; lithe and sinuous like a tiger, all lean grace and economy of motion. I couldn’t help it; I leaned out and watched him walk away, the thin knit of his pants hugging the taut muscles of his perfect ass as they flexed with his stride. God! Was there any thing about this guy that wasn’t going to send electric shocks straight to my libido?
I settled back into my seat, holding my book as I waited, wondering why this one lean stranger was so instantly the object of some very carnal fantasies! I couldn’t recall ever reacting so powerfully to any man before, and I’d have a very sweet and loving near-fiancé waiting for me at the end of this ride. I had no business getting all worked up over Coop! It was utterly silly, yet it was undeniable.
I glanced over the seatback and saw him emerge from the restroom. I moved into the aisle as he approached and watched him walk forward, noticing the way his cock moved within his pants with his step, a thick, fleshy pendulum against the gray fabric. Electric shocks battled with butterflies in my lower belly as my erotic fantasies ran wild.
I looked up at him as he got close – very close, our bodies almost touching. “Coop, why don’t you take the window seat so that you can lean against the side of the bus to sleep? I’ll take the aisle for awhile, and anyway, I need to run back to the ladies room myself.”
He grinned. “Ladies room… no such thing I’m afraid, but at least it’s semi-clean. You sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to steal your seat.”
“No, not at all! You go ahead – and sleep well, in case you’re zonked before I get back.” I had the strangest urge to stretch up and kiss him goodnight; it felt easy and natural, and I stopped myself just before I did so. Oddly, I had the sense that he was about to bend down to kiss me as well! The moment passed, but as we slid past each other in the narrow aisle I was extremely aware of his hands on my shoulders and the heat and pressure of his bulge brushing across my stomach. I suppressed a shudder of pure arousal as my pussy slickened.
In the tiny restroom I quickly took care of business. I couldn’t help but notice that my panties had a prominent wet spot, evidence of my arousal, or that my pussy felt slick and swollen, my clit hard and aching to be touched. I gave a moment’s thought to a quick session, but couldn’t bring myself to do it in this somewhat seedy location. The other thing that crossed my mind was to stuff my panties in my purse and go commando, as Coop so obviously had, but I quickly realized that they were the only thing keeping me from wet-spotting my skirt and pulled them back up.
I washed up and headed back to my seat. It had taken only those few minutes for Cooper to fall sound asleep, totally limp and relaxed against the side of the bus, breathing deep and steady. I settled in with my book and quickly became engrossed in the story again – which was good; it helped take my mind off this incredibly sexy example of pure masculinity snoozing alongside me!
For a few minutes, at least. Before too terribly long, I found my eyes wandering to him, found myself admiring the relaxed muscles of his bare arms, the network of thick veins in his strong, graceful hands, the coarse, dark stubble on his cheeks and chin, and the way his long, dark lashes rested on his cheeks. Fuck, he’s even beautiful when he’s asleep! No man should be allowed to be so beautiful, especially if he’s going to sit next to me for hours on end!
I shifted in my seat, my body tingling with pure animal lust; naturally, my eyes wandered to his crotch. Mistake! There, lying in a well-defined ridge along his right thigh, was the outline of a gorgeous cock! Flaccid – I assumed – it was still impressively large and thick, the rounded crown pressing against his pants and the heavy bulge of his balls separated by the seam through the middle so that each of his large testicles showed clearly. I shook myself, but I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away.
Stop it, Charli, or you’re going to give yourself an orgasm just looking at him! Good god! I was wet, and hot, and almost quivering with arousal… and he still smelled so damn good! As I was staring at his cock, I saw it twitch and move, and then it began to grow, lengthening and swelling as he slowly became erect in his sleep.
Whatever he was dreaming it must have been good, because his cock hardened to a very impressive size, thick and long and pressed tightly against the thin material that did almost nothing to disguise his beautiful manhood. I imagined that I could almost see the thick veins along his shaft, blue and prominent like the ones on his hands and forearms, pulsing with arousal, begging to be touched… licked… sucked.
I leaned back in my seat with a shuddering breath, very glad that I had made the decision to keep my panties on; it seemed they were quickly becoming saturated! I was astonished still by my powerful reaction to him and to his overt sexuality, and by the fact that every time I thought I was reining it in just a tiny bit, something would occur which caused it to flare anew, my stomach a mass of nervous flutters and my nipples hard and aching.
Inevitably my eyes found their way back to his impressive manhood, and as I stared at it he seemed to tense and his cock rose and stiffened further, lifting from his thigh and straining at the thin material confining it. I had no way of knowing what he might be dreaming… about me, maybe? Ohh, fuck, that’s a thought I shouldn’t have had! Stop staring, Charli, you horny girl!
I forced myself to look away again, back to my book, but five minutes later – after I realized I’d read the same sentence dozens of times and still had no idea what it said – I gave up and turned off my light, hoping to retreat into sleep. In my hyper-aroused state it seemed unlikely, but I had to try! I snuck one last look at the bulge of his cock before switching the light off, inexplicably relieved to see that it had softened and gone back to its relaxed and smaller – but still very admirable – condition.
As I leaned my seat back and tried to doze I thought about Cooper (of course!) and the display of male sexuality he had provided. I didn’t have what you could call a vast wealth of experience with men and their equipment, having only ever experienced four total including Steve, but Coop seemed to be considerably better-endowed than any of the four in my limited prior experience. One – a guy named Justin, whom I’d dated just before I met Steve – had been somewhat larger than the other three, but the other three, with minor variations, had all been very similar in size and right around what Cosmo had informed me was average for men.
And, more importantly, it had never been much of a factor for me! Each had been good at some things, in both the sexual arena and life in general, and perhaps not as good at others. The good with the bad, as in any meaningful relationship. Penis size had always been far down my list of “My Guy’s Most Important Attribute”, and while Coop was unquestionably impressive in that department, it still was not what made him so fascinating.
With Cooper – who’s last name I didn’t even know – it was more about the overall man. Physically, for sure, he was the image of trim, fit, gorgeous, virile masculinity, but his rakish attitude and calm confidence – along with his obvious intelligence and quick wit – were what really had my heart beating fast and my mind and body responding to him. He was, in short, the whole package… with a nice package!
Eventually the drone of the bus and the low vibrations I could feel through the seat lulled me to sleep, but it was not a restful sleep. Instead, it was filled with strange dreams, wild, bizarre erotic images, women that could have been me – or not – and handsome, wild, satyr-like men that seemed to always bear some form of resemblance to Coop. The things they were doing to each other…
I was in a particularly vivid and erotic portion of one such dream when I became aware and alert enough to realize that someone had a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me and softly calling my name. “Charli! Charli, wake up. You’re having a bad dream, Charli… c’mon, girl, wake up!”
I awoke utterly disoriented, feverishly hot, my hair matted to my forehead with sweat and my body on fire with arousal. “What…? Huh? What’s uhh, where am I…?”
“The bus, Charli; you’re still on the bus. Coop, remember?”
Everything came back into mental focus, the bus, my seatmate, the situation, headed to Denver… the erotic dreams. “Why did you wake me? Was I talking in my sleep?” Oh my God, please don’t tell me I was talking in my sleep, anything but that!
He smiled at me as if sensing my dread of the answer to that question. “Not talking, exactly; more like moaning really, and kind of squirming around in your seat. Are you okay?”
I brushed my hair back, off my face. “Yeah, I guess. Just… nightmares.”
“Oh.” He frowned at me, a concerned look on his face. “You want your seat back? Maybe you’d be more comfortable leaning against the side – or you can curl up, put your head in my lap if you want,” he must have realized the implications of that even as he said it, because he quickly added, “or your feet.”
I was thinking, Yes, my head in your lap, that beautiful cock of yours right by my face… I’m sure that would be very restful! “No, I’m fine. I probably won’t fall back asleep now anyway, so I’ll just read some more.”
“Charli, you need some sleep. We both do. Here, lean against me and rest your head on my shoulder, maybe we can both snooze a bit more.” As he was speaking he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his side. I resisted a little at first, then caved and leaned my head against his shoulder and chest, immediately aware of the firm resiliency of his chest muscles and his warmth… and his masculine scent.
“Coop, I don’t think I can sleep like this.”
“Why not?” He turned his head and looked down at me, and as I looked back up into those long, dark lashes and beautiful eyes, I could see comprehension dawn; he’d just realized how powerfully I was attracted to him! He favored me with that slow, sexy smile that I’d already come to love in the short time since we’d met. “Charli, if I can sleep with you this close to me, you can sleep with me this close to you.”
“But you can sleep in the middle of a busy intersection.”
He laughed, the sound rich and deep. “That was just an example, a whatchacallit… a metaphor. But trust me, it would be easier than sleeping with you in my arms.”
“I am not in your arms!” I started to pull away, but he tightened his arm around my shoulders, easily holding me in place.
“I didn’t say you were, just that I wouldn’t sleep… oh, never mind. Just go to sleep.”
He leaned back and within a matter of seconds appeared to do just that! Amazing! I wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position against him, his firm, lithe body and seductive scent working their magic on me. Jesus, Charli! Stop creaming your panties – he’s just some random guy that thinks he’s hot shit… okay, that knows he’s hot shit. Just stop it!
I closed my eyes and tried hard to ignore how powerfully his raw masculinity had affected me. I’d never had this kind of reaction to a man before, not Steve or any of the guys I’d dated. Those were deeper, loving and emotionally satisfying; this was nothing but lust. Cheap sexual arousal and pure animal lust, but my god, it was overwhelming!
I gave up trying to make any sense of it in my head and resolved to just enjoy the vicarious thrill of being this close to him while knowing it would never go any further. I let myself relax against him and listened to his slow, steady breathing, his hard chest rising and falling rhythmically. His scent filled my nostrils, and my body did what it was going to do, and I was amazed to find myself becoming very drowsy, my eyelids heavy. It was his strong heartbeat and slow, even breathing that did it, I think, the calming rhythms lulling me to sleep, and soon I was gone.
My dreams were more settled this time; no less erotic, as I dreamed of Coop – or someone that looked suspiciously like him – with his head between my legs, and then with his thick cock in my mouth, and eventually between my legs, thrusting into me, but they were calm and not so chaotic and vivid as earlier. Less wild, less disturbing, but powerfully sensual and arousing.
When I woke some time later, it was because we had come to a stop at the bottom of a freeway exit ramp and the lack of sound and motion had woken me. I wasn’t disoriented and confused this time like I had been before, just sleepy. Looking around I saw that the bus was mostly dark, less than a half dozen of the small reading lights still lit. I sighed, ready to cuddle back in against Coop and get some more of that oh-so-sexy sleep, but as I did I happened to glance down; it was not until that moment that I realized that I had my left hand wrapped around his cock!
I was suddenly and powerfully aware of the weight and heat of it in my hand, and of the thick hardness of it, my fingers curled around him. I instinctively began to jerk my hand away when his closed over mine, holding me there, his solid erection throbbing in my hand. “You don’t have to stop,” he whispered, his lips close to my ear.
“Stop? Cooper, let me go!” A harsh, urgent whisper from me, but he continued to hold my hand on his cock, tightening his muscles so that I could feel his shaft further swell and thicken. My heart was racing, my body tense as I tried to pull away.
His lips again, just brushing my ear, “Charli, relax. You seemed to be enjoying fondling me in your sleep – and lord knows I was. You don’t need to stop just because you’re awake.”
“Fondling you? I was not fondling you! Now let me go!”
“Sshhh! Here, try this…” His hand over mine began to gently move, sliding my fingers over his length, slowly masturbating – with my hand!
“Coop, I swear…”
He suddenly released my hand, laughing softly. “Sorry. I just thought maybe you wanted to finish what you started.”
I quickly pulled my hand away from his hard cock… but only enough to move it several inches farther down his thigh. He really had felt incredibly good in my hand. “What I started? I didn’t start anything! I was sleeping.”
He nodded. “You were – and for the last several minutes you were also playing with my cock.” He reached down and squeezed himself obscenely. “It didn’t get like this all on its own.”
“Bullshit! It did earlier while you were asleep.”
He turned and gave me that crooked smile again, teasingly this time. “You were looking at my cock while I slept?”
Nice going Charli, you idiot! That is basically what you just told him! “No, I was not ‘looking at it’, I just happened to notice…” I trailed off, realizing I was only making it worse, thankful that the bus was mostly dark so that he couldn’t see the blush that rushed up my neck and made my face burn.
He didn’t say anything; he just continued to sit there with his hand on his cock, his fingers curled gently around it. He seemed very comfortable with this blatant display of his sexuality. “Was I really, um, fondling you? In my sleep?”
He nodded. “You really were.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Because I’m not a complete idiot.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and it broke the tension. “God! I can’t believe I did that. I’m so sorry.”
He laughed softly. “Charli, trust me when I tell you that there’s nothing to be sorry about. I was thoroughly enjoying it – in fact, like I said, there’s no reason in the world that you have to stop.”
As he said that he grasped my hand and moved it back to his cock. It was so thick in my hand, hard and hot against the thin fabric of his pants, and my own arousal soared. Almost of their own volition my fingers wrapped around it and I squeezed, earning an almost imperceptible moan from him. That tiny sound seemed to empower me, as I realized that I was the one in control of the situation. Sure, Charli – except that you’re barely in control of anything – you’re just impossibly horny!
I looked up at him, his eyes sexy and smoking with arousal. “I can think of one very good reason I have to stop – my boyfriend, Steve, who’s meeting me at the end of this bus ride.”
“Mmm, yeah, I could understand that. Except that you don’t seem to be stopping.”
He was right; I was most definitely not stopping. “I should.”
“Unquestionably, and yet you’re not. Why is that, Charli?”
I shook my head, almost angry at my own weakness. “Because…” I trailed off helplessly, not really sure of the answer to his question.
“Because you don’t want some boring guy named ‘Steve’, who is probably going to be an accountant and give you a three-bedroom house in the suburbs, two chubby kids and a mundane life of drudgery.”
“He’s a business administration major!” Even to me I sounded defensive, and he chuckled sarcastically.
“Oh, sorry – obviously I was way off. Probably be three chubby kids, in that case.”
I snickered; I couldn’t help it, his response had been too quick and too perfect, and he had caught me with it. “You’re kind of an arrogant smart-ass, aren’t you?”
“I suppose I am, but admit it; it’s one of the things you love about me. That and my hard cock, of course.”
“Cooper!”
“Ssshhh!” He brought his finger to my lips, shushing me. I had momentarily popped out of our quiet, whispering conversation when his outrageous response again surprised me. I looked around quickly, but my minor outburst didn’t appear to have drawn any attention from the mostly-sleeping passengers.
When I looked back at him he was watching me closely, his eyes slightly narrowed as he chewed on his lower lip. He looked really sexy. Everything this guy did seemed to look really sexy, and I found myself wanting to be the one chewing on his lower lip. He appeared to reach a decision, and he suddenly tugged the bow out of the drawstring at the waist of his pants, loosening them. He leaned against the back of the seat and raised himself up, quickly shucking his pants down to his thighs and allowing his erection to spring free, jutting up long and thick right there in the open!
Even in the dim glow of the reading lights, the closest of which was three rows away, I could see that his cock was beautiful. Thick and heavy, with just the slightest upward curve back toward his belly, it was proud and virile, the fleshy foreskin half-retracted from the shining, dark, plum-sized head. I’d had to release him as he tugged his pants down, but my hand immediately went back to him, wrapping around his shaft, my fingers barely encircling it. Skin-on-skin he was hard as iron, soft as silk, the tiny ridges and bumps of his hard shaft gliding beneath my fingers as I gently stroked him, the delicately soft and silky skin riding easily over his hardness.
As he sucked in a deep breath I heard the shudder in it, and when my fingertips found his soft, fleshy foreskin and slid it back he gasped. The crown of his cock was slick and juicy with his own secretions and I used them to lubricate him, painting the head of his cock with his own pre-cum. This was brand-new to me; I’d never been with an uncircumcised man before – although I’d seen pictures and read stories, of course – and I’d never been quite sure how I’d feel about it. If the bottle rockets shooting around in my pussy and the butterflies way down in my tummy were any indication, I liked it… a lot!
My fingers wet and slick with his secretions, I brought my hand to my lips and sucked the evidence of his arousal from them. He was slightly salty, slightly sweet, musky and masculine and slick, and I wanted more. I touched him again, gathering more of his seed, but as I brought my hand up he seized my wrist and raised my fingers to his own mouth instead, sucking his slippery pre-cum from them. It may have been the most erotic thing I’d ever had a man do to me, and my pussy, already dripping wet, felt like it gushed. God, Charli, your panties were already soaked – now you almost feel like you peed yourself. Why are you such a horny slut all of a sudden?
As my fingers slipped slowly from his lips I gave up all pretense of reserve and lowered my face to his erect cock, cupping his heavy sack in my hand and feeling the size and weight of his hefty balls. My lips closed over him and my tongue swirled around the huge head of his cock as I got my first real taste of him, and it was intoxicating. I sucked the meager stream of pre-cum from his slit and swallowed, loving the masculine, musky-sweet taste and marveling at the way his soft foreskin moved between my lips, gliding over his hard sex.
I felt him tense and heard his gasp of arousal as I took more of him into my mouth, perhaps half of his long, thick length, all I could manage. As my head bobbed up and down on him my hand was stroking the remainder of his long shaft, eagerly pumping him as my other hand massaged his testes, rolling each fat ball between my fingers.
I felt his hand sneak inside the back of my t-shirt, and with one deft move he expertly unclipped my bra. Sliding that hand around my side and beneath me, he roughly pushed my bra cup aside and grasped my breast, squeezing firmly, bringing me right to that point where pleasure and pain are indiscernible. It was my turn to moan, and when his fingers found my hard nipple and he rolled it between thumb and finger I shuddered and had a tiny orgasm, my hips moving involuntarily as I came.
I could feel his thick cock swelling and hardening in my mouth, becoming larger still, and I knew he was not far behind me. His body tensed and he bent forward and whispered an urgent “Charli!” into my ear, warning me, but I already knew, and I continued to suck and stroke him as the first long spurt of semen blasted out of him and into my mouth. It was warm and thick and salty and incredible, and it came out like someone had turned on a hose… and I think I may have come again.
It was quickly followed by a second long jet of cum and then a third, my mouth filling rapidly as his cock spasmed and pumped and spurted, his orgasm huge and uncontrollable, a force of nature. I desperately needed to swallow or I’d soon have cum coming out of my nose – never a good look!
I backed off of him just long enough to gulp down what he’d already produced, my fingers smothering the head of his cock to keep the next inevitable spurt from flying everywhere! Still, it gushed out around my fingers as I swallowed, running down his throbbing cock and over his balls, some of it splashing down onto his bare thigh. I managed to swallow and get him back into my mouth before the next squirt, and from that point I was able to drain him dry, each successive spurt becoming less powerful and decreasing in volume until he was pumping and twitching with dry spasms, his pent-up need met.
I raised my head and looked at him, my lips covered with his cum as I swallowed my second mouthful. He watched me swallow his load, a stunned look on his face, and once I’d licked my lips, I said, “Good God, Coop! How long has it been? You almost fucking drowned me!” I shook myself slightly and continued, “That was amazing!”
He blew out a long breath. “Whoa, fuck… that was intense. Sorry, I should have warned you about that; I tend to do that, kinda, you know, cum that way.”
I nodded. “Yeah, that was a lot!” I soon returned to the task at hand, licking and sucking the spilled semen from his cock and balls, feeling him tense and jerk a bit as my lips and tongue worked on his hyper-sensitive manhood. Once I’d gotten everything I could I looked up at him, taking in the stunned, almost overwhelmed look on his face and the arousal and desire still in his eyes. I retrieved a small packet of wet wipes I’d put in my bag for the trip and used one to wipe the remaining cum from my fingers, the musky scent of his semen – and his dark eyes watching me – fanning my flames.
I grinned at seeing him so shaken, the first time he’d been anything but cool, calm, and collected since we’d met, undone by my surprise oral assault on his cock. He saw me grinning at him and pulled my face to his, covering my grin with his lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. My lips and mouth were still wet and slick with his cum, and I was surprised that he so willingly kissed me this way, but I found it intensely arousing. When he pulled back just far enough to lick a small dribble of his milky juice from the corner of my mouth he felt me shudder.
“Poor girl! So very horny and not getting any relief…” He tweaked my nipple as he said that, letting his hard fingers bump across that sensitive nub, and I gasped. He chuckled. “What will we do about that? Surely there must be something we could think of…”
He again kissed me, our tongues dancing, and as he did I felt his hand sliding up my leg, his strong fingers tracing a path along that most sensitive erogenous area high up on the inside of my thigh. As always seems to happen when I’m touched in that area, my legs moved apart. I swear it’s an autonomic response, that I’m not quite so consciously slutty that I’d eagerly spread my legs for some guy I’d met only hours ago!
Still, he took it for the permission that it so obviously was and ran his fingers up to my dripping wet pussy, stroking the puffy mounds of my aroused lips and discovering how wet my panties already were. He withdrew his hand and held it up between us, rubbing his thumb and his now-slick fingertips together. “Wow! Somebody is very ready.”
I scoffed, remembering how quickly he’d come in my mouth. “You should talk!”
He smiled, saying, “Yeah, I know…” and brought his fingers up to his face, savoring the scent of my arousal for a moment before licking them, tasting me.
Watching him do that made me tingle all over, and I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting to see what he’d do next. Was there nothing this guy did that I wouldn’t find intensely erotic? How easy am I?
He pushed his hand under my skirt again, foregoing the tease this time and going straight to my needy pussy. He hooked the edge of the gusset of my panties and tugged it aside, and when his finger lightly stroked my smooth, slippery sex I gasped and squirmed in my seat, my hips thrusting forward to meet him. He made an appreciative noise, low in his throat. “Mmm, nice… so wet. So tell me, Charli, would Steve have wanted you to suck his cock on a crowded bus?”
The thought of shy, conservative Steve doing such a thing made me laugh – hell, an hour ago the thought of me doing such a thing would have made me laugh! As I started to reply, he slid his middle finger into me, deep, all the way to the last knuckle, and when he stroked the front wall of my pussy and his thumb rubbed my clit I gasped and came, forgetting all about Steve.
“Ohhh, fuck… Coop, my god…” He smothered my lips with his, drowning my groans as he quickly brought me to another orgasm.
He kept kissing me, his tongue in my mouth, until I stopped making any sounds. When his lips slid from mine he stayed with me, leaning in close, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered in my ear, “I’m betting Steve wouldn’t have his fingers in your pussy either – and wouldn’t that make this just another long, tedious bus ride?”
He was right, damn him! Steve most definitely would not have been so bold – or so relentless, refusing to be denied. Not that I’d tried very hard. “Coop, we have to stop this, and I mean now! Steve is practically my fiancé – I can’t… ohhh!”
My objection turned into a gasp of pure pleasure as he slid his finger out of my slick embrace and replaced it with two, an exquisite stretch of my aroused pussy that pushed me to the very brink of yet another climax. When he thrust in deep and then slid back a bit before thrusting in again he tipped me over the edge, and I crashed into a beautiful, powerful orgasm, my whole body rigid and pushing back against his probing fingers, demanding and receiving simple, pure, carnal pleasure.
As this one slowly waned it left me limp and shaken, satiated sexually but shocked at how raw and powerful it had been – and how easily I had let it happen. As he’d seemed to do since he’d first introduced himself he read me perfectly, sensing that I was done and that any more of this assault on my now-hypersensitive body would be too much. He slowly withdrew his fingers from inside of me, earning a small moan of loss as I felt him slip free. He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them, another intensely sexy move, and then brought them to my lips so that I could taste my own arousal. Surprising myself, I eagerly licked and sucked at his wet, slippery fingers, aroused by the musky-sweet scent and taste of my own sex.
Knowing that our session was done, he soon pulled his hand away and leaned back in his seat. “I guess I need to go to the room and clean up a bit.” He casually reached down and stuffed his now-flaccid but still impressive cock and balls back into his pants, pulling them back up to his hips.
“Ladies first, stud!” Being in the outboard seat allowed me to slide into the aisle first, and I grabbed my small purse and turned toward the back of the bus before I changed my mind and turned back. I retrieved my small bag from beneath the seat and dug out a pair of clean, dry panties. He grinned when he saw what I had, but didn’t say a word. I stuffed them into my purse and left.
In the tiny restroom I quickly cleaned up as best I could, and then slipped out of my bra, which was still unhooked, and out of my sopping panties and into my clean, dry ones. As I was cramming the bra and the used pair into my purse I couldn’t help but grin at the girl in the mirror as I felt how wet I’d made them. God that was exciting! How come you’ve never done anything like this before, Charli girl?
As I headed back to my seat, he saw me coming and stepped out into the aisle, meeting me halfway. As he’d approached I’d noticed several wet spots on his pants where he’d spurted cum onto himself, and his very obvious manhood, like a living thing against his stained pants as it moved with his stride.
As we met he put his hand on my shoulder and leaned close, whispering, “You take your window seat back; you can curl up in the corner. I left a jacket on the seat in case you want a blanket.”
Touched, I smiled up at him. “Thanks, Coop, that’s very thoughtful.”
I got that crooked, sexy, tingle-making grin again. “De nada, senorita.” As he spoke his hand slid up my ribs and cupped my breast, and right there in the middle of the aisle he squeezed it and gently tweaked my nipple, almost causing my knees to buckle – his subtle way of saying he’d immediately noticed my braless boobs.
I gasped and pushed his hand away. “Coop!”
He laughed softly and squeezed past me, intentionally thrusting his luscious bulge against my tummy as he did. He continued on back as I went forward – but not before I caught the smirk on the face of another passenger, a thirty-something woman with two sleeping kids who had apparently been watching the whole exchange. I blushed as I slid into my seat, knowing that even in the dim aisle lighting my jutting nipples had announced my eager acceptance of his public touch.
The jacket he’d left out was very nice, soft and fleece-lined, dark green, but before I pulled it over myself and curled up I had a fun thought: I quickly dug out my wet panties and tucked them down into the far reaches of his inside pocket. A little memento of our bus trip together, I thought, secretly hoping he’d pull them out, puzzled, in front of a bunch of his fellow smoke-jumpers.
Facing the window and the empty darkness beyond, I curled up and pulled his jacket over me. It felt very nice, soft and warm, and was rich with the scent of healthy, sexy male. Despite the arousing effect of that scent I was soon drifting, tired, sexually satiated, sliding into sleep. I barely felt Cooper slide back in alongside me, and when he moved to curl up against my back, spooning me, his arms sliding around me only added to my sense of peace, security, and well-being and I was soon in dreamland.
The dreams were as before – erotic, sensual; me, naked and with a magnificently aroused and also-naked man who bore a startling resemblance to Cooper, touching, exploring, making love. Maybe it was because the dream was so very real, so very intensely sexual, or maybe it was because I was so soundly sleeping – possibly some of both – but I’m not really sure that I can pinpoint the moment when I realized that the hard, thick cock grinding against my bottom was not a part of the dream.
Still half-asleep I pushed back against it, and when his arm that was across my shoulders slid back so that he could cup my breast and pinch my nipple I knew this was going to happen. He released my breast long enough to reach down and grip his rigid erection and guide it between my legs, and when he resumed thrusting against me the big head of his cock and his solid shaft were rubbing directly on my aroused pussy, only my thin, moist panties keeping us apart. I realized that I was well on my way to soaking through a second pair but I didn’t care.
I moaned as his cock thrust against my sex, already imagining what it would feel like to have that thick thing inside of me, and he quickly covered my mouth with his other hand, the arm that was wrapped around me from beneath. “Ssshhh, we’re still on the bus, remember?”
“Coop,” I whispered, “we can’t do this!”
“Pretty sure I can.”
“No, I mean I have a boyfriend – and we’re on a packed bus, for God’s sake!”
“I pulled my jacket over us, nobody can see anything.”
“Still… and there’s Steve!”
“Oh yeah – the father of your three chubby kids.”
I giggled despite myself. “I’m not chubby – I won’t have chubby kids.”
“Steve probably will.”
He continued to thrust against me as we spoke, and I was furious at myself for my inability to stop him – and for lubricating madly. “He’s not chubby either.”
“Yet – you wait and see.” His hand moved down my side to my panties, and when he slid his fingers under my waistband and into my slit, finding me slick and ready, he groaned – and began to tug my panties down my legs.
I should have stopped him; instead, I helped him, pulling my legs up and out as he maneuvered them down past my feet and off. Now, when we moved back together, his hardness slid against my wet and swollen sex, and I shuddered with arousal. He continued to rub and thrust against me, each of us contributing to the slick lubrication, and when the tip of his cock slipped between my lips and pressed against my opening I groaned and pushed back against it, taking him into me.
He gripped my hips and pushed deeply into me in one long, slow thrust, filling me, stretching, and when I felt the head of his cock slide deep and the thick base of it spreading my opening I came. It was deep and intense and it rolled through me like a wave, my pussy pulsing and contracting on him; I’d never been filled this way, never had anyone of his size and girth, and while I’d known he was somewhat larger than I was accustomed to he felt absolutely enormous inside of me… and it feels so right, like he belongs there!
When I moaned, unable to control it, he smothered my mouth with his hand. I knew I needed to be quiet – it just wasn’t possible for me to do so! I bit down hard on the heel of his hand as my orgasm swept me – and it worked, stifling my sounds – but I heard him gasp. It must have hurt, but it didn’t slow him one bit as he began to thrust and drive into me, his hand on my belly as he fucked me.
And that’s what we did, we fucked. It was fast and sweaty and animalistic, but it met a need that had been building in us since the moment we’d met. I came again, and minutes later again, and we had to pause and remain still as someone passed us on enroute to the restroom, his cock pulsing softly within me as I gripped him, my heart pounding.
The coast now clear we resumed our movements, and before the late-night wanderer returned I felt Cooper tense and thrust deep, and then the incredible pulse and flex of his cock as he came inside of me, buried to the hilt, groaning softly with his own powerful climax.
After, when the spurting and pumping was done, we both went limp. Too soon his cock did as well, and he slid out of me in a small gush of cum. As we disentangled from each other I quickly slipped back into my panties in an effort to contain the damages. I glanced around, noticing that the bus was starting to awaken, people stirring and muttering, and was surprised to realize that it was getting light, the sun just cresting the horizon behind us.
There was a small line at the restroom, so I waited at my seat, feeling my panties soaking through as he leaked from me. Before I could get back there to clean up we pulled off the highway and into a McDonalds so that everyone could grab something to eat and use the restrooms. I waited at the ladies room and eventually was able to get in and use the facilities, cleaning myself up as much as possible but inevitably smelling strongly of sex… and of Coop.
We carried our food back onto the bus and ate as the driver once again got us on our way to Denver. For some reason our conversation felt strained now, awkward, not the relaxed, easy banter that we’d enjoyed earlier. I’d thought that perhaps the shared intimacy might have brought us closer, but it seemed to have done the opposite. After several minutes of this painful effort we both fell silent.
We rode in strained silence for awhile, but I couldn’t take it, it was starting to hurt, and I reached out and touched his leg. “Coop…” That single word was all I managed, and it was like a dam broke for him.
“Charli, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that. God! Here I meet a girl that’s so incredible, so special, and all I want to do is find a way to tell her that and instead we end up fucking… that was stupid. Reckless. It was like I couldn’t stop myself!”
I laughed softly. “How do you think I feel? God, Coop… that was like a sudden storm or something, unstoppable. You need to know that I’ve never done anything like that before.”
He didn’t say anything for several minutes, both of us aware, I think, that our time together was quickly drawing to a close, less than two hours remaining on our trip. I was shocked at how much it hurt to realize that!
He reached over and took my hand in his. “I have done things like that before, Charli – and you should. Don’t stop living life before you’ve lived it. Are you really ready to settle down with some boring guy named ‘Steve’ and make chubby kids?”
I giggled. “Stop saying that.”
“Come with me, Charli. Come out to the Western Slope – I’ll be gone some, we cover fires in parts of Utah, Wyoming and Colorado, but when I’m at base we can be together. You could find a job in Grand Junction for the summer – you don’t need to go back to Chicago with Steve.”
I was shocked, flattered… very tempted. I’d told him that when Steve’s classes ended in a few days we were going to spend a week or so seeing Colorado before heading back to Chicago for pre-arranged summer jobs, and now he was pulling me in another direction – and it was a very powerful pull, toward his dark, sexy eyes and small, easy smile. “Coop… I can’t. Steve is going to propose – probably today! It’s… we have it all planned, Coop. I can’t do this to him.”
“What about you, Charli? You’ll always wonder. You’ll hate that you never gave yourself a chance to find out.”
I ran my fingers through my hair; hurting, confused, exasperated. “God, Cooper, don’t do this to me! Do you have any idea how much this hurts?”
“Yeah. I know exactly how much this hurts.”
Tears welled, and I leaned back in my seat, unable to say any more. We rode the rest of the way into Denver in silence, but as we hit the city limits we tried to talk again… and failed. God, Charli! Stop it! You can’t feel this way about a guy you met only hours ago. It’s ridiculous!
The bus had pulled into the station and stopped, everyone gathering their things and preparing to disembark when I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Charli, thank you. You made that trip… memorable.”
He was holding out his other hand to me, to shake hands. To shake hands! The guy that had just been inside of me – who’s cum was still in me – the guy that had given me probably the most exciting and amazing moments of my life, shaking hands! I stretched up and kissed him, his lips soft and warm, and he met my kiss and deepened it, our tongues dancing naturally, meant for each other. When our lips parted I ached with loss.
We stepped off the bus and I looked around, Cooper at my side still. He looked at me. “Where’s Steve?”
“He’ll be here. Probably looking for a parking place.”
“If I was meeting a girl like you I’d have been here an hour early, a dozen long-stemmed red roses in hand.”
I sighed. “Coop, give him a break – besides, we’re past that.”
“Not even engaged yet – today, maybe – and you’re past him giving you roses?” He shook his head sadly. “You deserve more, Charli. Well, you have a good life – maybe tell those chubby kids about me someday.”
I smiled sadly and he bent and kissed me, and then he turned and walked away. And I ached. It hurt so bad, watching him walk away, his lithe, feline body moving so gracefully through the crowd, and then he was gone. I stifled a sob, forcing myself not to run after him, and then saw Steve finally approaching across the terminal.
He frowned as he approached. “Sorry, the traffic…” he looked in the direction Coop had gone. “Who was that?”
Oh God, he’d seen the kiss! “Just a guy I met on the bus.”
“Just a guy you met on the bus and you kissed him?” I saw his nostrils flare and realized that he’d caught the scent of sex on me, and the scent of Cooper.
Yes, Steve, I did that. You want to marry me, but you don’t even know me – not the way this man does after so few hours. Just like that something changed within me, a complete paradigm shift, and I realized that this wasn’t going to be as difficult as I’d thought. “Steve, I’m so sorry, but we need to talk…”
I wasn’t sure I could catch up to Coop, but I was going to try – and besides, I knew where he was going. I’d find him, and maybe find myself and my life at the same time.
