On a bus ride pit stop [m/f] | 2016

I was taking an overnight bus ride last summer. It was raining pretty hard as I got to the bus stop. I was the first one there and enjoyed watching the others running for shelter from the rain. This tall blond guy runs under the shelter right next to me and I can't help but to check out his muscular chest clinging to his wet white t-shirt. We talk for a while, but just the basic travelers' small talk (where are you from? Where have you been? Have you seen...)

The bus arrives and as the people in front of me are taking too long to settle in, I'm at the door of the bus and he presses his body against mine to avoid the rain. He looks a bit embarrassed of how close he was, so he apologizes and steps away into the rain. I pull his body back, close to mine, closer even as I arch my back slightly as my ass presses against his pelvis and say "don't be silly, you're getting wet. Move in closer" He does as I asked and I feel his muscular chest against my back. So manly.

I sit down first and he sits further down back (the bus was pretty empty, so we both had two seats to ourselves). At this point, I figured nothing would happen, so I went about reading my book until the next stop.

We stopped in the middle of nowhere. There was a diner, some farms, and that's about it. I bought some water and was just waiting for the bus to leave again, just standing around in front of the diner (just about the only lit area around). He comes over and asks how I'm doing... small talk... When there was an awkward pause in the conversation, he looked me up and down, like he was checking me out, took one step closer, put his hand around my waist and surprised me with a kiss. As we kissed, our breaths were getting heavier and our hands were wondering. I slipped both hands under his shirt as I felt his stomach, chest and back. He reached around and grabbed hold of my ass with both hands and squeezed hard. He then put his hands inside my shorts and squeezed and grabbed. I could feel myself getting wet. Very wet. He started to kiss my shoulder and slowly moving down towards my breasts. I moaned softly with pleasure.

At that moment, I realized that we were pretty much on display. Were were standing smack in the middle of the only bright area around. I felt a mixture of thrill and shyness as I saw that they were looking at us. I wanted to continue it right there, the trill of being watched, but I was too shy and asked to go to a darker place.

We went behind a parked car and things started to get more intense. He immediately pulled down my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts, kissing and massaging them and pinching my nipples. I felt his bulge over his jeans and couldn't help unbuttoning his pants and reaching in. It was so hard and so thick. I popped it out of his pants and started to stroke it. As I did, he sucked on my breast, while rubbing me over my shorts. At this moment, I saw the bus driver walking around no more than a few feet away. I was so turned on by the idea of him seeing us that I stroked faster and let out a moan. He slipped his hand inside my panties and rubbed my now soaking wet clit, occasionally slipping one or two fingers inside me. I moaned louder as he rubbed harder and faster until I felt that wave of pleasure. All my muscles twitched and I came, still stroking his cock. Not long after I came, I can tell by his breathing he is close to cumming, himself. I alternate between a full stroke and just the tip, making sure its wet from his pre-cum. He pulls me down so my breasts are directly in front of his crotch and I feel a sudden warmth on them as he cums.

We then hurried to the restrooms to get cleaned up and as we boarded the bus again everyone was waiting for us. They looked at us like they knew exactly what we were doing. Some with an approving smile, others not so much.

I don't know where the driver was or how much he saw. Until this day, I get wet just thinking of the possibility of him having seen it all. Of maybe even getting off watching us.