Excerpt Whispers in the Wind
I knew the bus driver from my last trip back from England - and we'd got on really well. I flashed him a rueful grin. He laughed back - and said, "Well - you can't always be lucky!!" I made my way to the back of the bus where I just managed to find a place in the corner. I soon discovered that it was going to be impossible to sleep as the group began singing a medley of German international songs. In resignation I got out my Stephen King and started reading The Shining. Eventually we arrived on the boat and I made a beeline for the bar. I ordered a lemon Hooch and found an empty seat. Looking around I saw, sitting at the table next to me, a Bon Jovi lookalike. He was absolutely gorgeous. Just then he turned around and looked at me. As he'd already seen me staring at him I decided I'd better speak. "Any idea what time we arrive in France?" (I actually already knew - but it was as good a way as any to start a conversation) Glancing at his watch, he replied, "I'm not sure - but I think in about an hour and a half." "Where are you heading?" "Amsterdam. I'm a language student at the university there." "Oh - that's where I'm heading, too. I've got some friends who live there." "Have you been there before?" "No, it's my first trip. I'm really looking forward to it." "I think you'll enjoy it. It's a great city." Noticing that my glass was empty he asked me what I was drinking. When he returned from the bar he sat down at my table. "My name's Marco.. And you are?..." "Mary." "Well... I'm very pleased to meet you, Mary." "And I'm very pleased to meet you, too." We shook hands and I felt a shiver going down my back. "What were you doing in England?" I asked. "I was visiting my aunt. She lives in Manchester. I've got my finals in a few weeks and I thought it was a good way to practice my English." "Oh - your English is very good." "Thank you. But there's always room for improvement." We spent the next hour chatting but all too soon the call came to return to our transport. When I reached my coach I turned and said goodbye with regret in my voice. Imagine my reaction when Marco laughed, and said, "I think farewells are a bit premature! I'm on this bus too!" He was seated next to one of the German scouts, who was pleased enough to change places with me and join his friends. So now Marco and I could spend the rest of the journey together. After about ten minutes I realized that he was staring at my legs. (It had been very warm in England and I was wearing skimpy shorts and a dark blue short top.) I didn't think much of it until he dropped his sandwich on the floor. As he picked it up I felt his hand brush against my leg. I looked at him in surprise, and his next words knocked the wind right of me. "You know - you've got beautiful legs - In fact - you've got a beautiful figure altogether." It's very unusual for me to be speechless - but what do you say when someone, almost half your age, tells you in no uncertain terms that he fancies you? Noticing my confusion he grinned broadly. "I think I'm going to enjoy this journey." Without thinking I blurted out, "I think I am, too!" "Mind you" he went on, "I wish the back seat was less crowded. I would have liked to have had it to ourselves. I've always wanted to have oral sex on a bus." I gasped at his words - wondering if he was serious. His next actions confirmed that he was. He started to kiss me and his hand moved onto my breast. His fingers, very delicately, began to play with my nipple. The pressure of his lips on mine stifled the gasp I gave. I realized that he was now guiding my hand to the front of his jeans. When I touched him I realized that he was hard - and I heard a moan escape his lips. Remember - we are sitting on a bus here - surrounded by other passengers - not all of them asleep! This is the stuff that fantasies are made of, I thought. I couldn't believe I was doing this - but it was if I was in some sort of limbo - where nothing seemed real but the feeling of our hands on each other and the sound of his words in my ear. "Are you wet?" he asked. Well - there was no doubt about that. Suddenly his fingers were working their way inside my shorts and my panties. I felt him tremble slightly, as he groaned "You're shaved!... Now that really turns me on!" And his fingers began to trace the outline of my pussylips. "Oh Christ" I gasped - "Stop it! I'll wake the whole bus up if you keep doing that!" He laughed - "Oh - so you're loud are you?" "Um... somewhat...." "Oh - well we'd better not disturb our fellow passengers then," he said, removing his hand. I squealed in frustration - causing several pairs of curious eyes to turn in my direction. Then the driver's voice came over the intercom. "We're stopping for a break in ten minutes for those of you who wish to stretch your legs." "Ah now - that opens possibilities," whispered Marco. "I just hope I've got a condom in my pocket." The brutality of the man took my breath away. "Hey," I said. "Don't I get a say in this?!" "Of course," said Marco. "I'd never do anything that my partner wasn't happy with. It's completely up to you." My mind was in a turmoil. I knew I'd never see him again. This would be pure unadulterated sex - no feelings involved whatsoever - something I'd never experienced before. The question was - did I want to experience it now? I had ten minutes to make up my mind. I'd never thought so fast in my life. And by the time the bus stopped I'd made my decision. As we stepped out of the bus I whispered in his ear - "Well - have you got a condom?" He laughed and opened his hand. He was already holding it! So much for my playing hard to get. He'd known all along that I was going to say yes. We walked around the back of the service station, out of sight of the bus, but I realized straight away that this was not the most private of places. In the distance I could see people sitting in their cars drinking coffee - and although it was dark - I'm sure we could be seen. This however didn't seem to deter Marco in the slightest. On the contrary. Glancing down at his jeans I caught sight of the evidence of how turned on he really was. With a shock I realized that the thought of a distant audience was exciting me, too. I found myself being maneuvered against the brick wall of the service station - and I felt Marco opening my shorts. As he slipped down my panties he undid his zipper and I realized he was wearing no underpants. I took the condom from him and, stroking him gently, I slipped it over his hard-on. Sliding my top up to reveal my breasts, he took my nipple in his mouth. He pressed himself against me and I could feel his fingers stroking my clit. I was hovering on the brink - and then he plunged into me. With every stroke of his body I was pressed against the cold wall behind me. The scratch of the bricks on my naked back added to the feeling of complete abandonment. I could hear Marco panting in my ear and my heart was beating at an incredible rate. Gasping for air I felt my orgasm building and as Marco's body slammed into mine as he came, so did I. Although I tried to be quiet - I was louder than I've ever been - and I was uncomfortably aware of how sound travels on a still night. We might as well have done it on the bus. All the passengers must have heard!! But I didn't care. This was pure sex for sex itself - and I'd loved it! I knew I'd never regret it. After tidying ourselves up we returned to the bus - and my suspicions were confirmed by the looks our fellow passengers endowed on us. Even the German scouts were suspiciously quiet. We spent the rest of our journey in a comfortable silence, each of us consumed with our own thoughts. When we arrived in Amsterdam we kissed each other goodbye - and parted like the proverbial ships in the night. Never to meet again - but with memories that would stay with us for the rest of our lives. | ||
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