From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Passenger 47 (MF, exhib)
Date: 21 Apr 1996 18:37:16 GMT

Newsgroups: alt.sex.voyeurism,alt.sex.exhibitionism
From: an507439@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 3 Feb 1996 12:41:28 UTC
Subject: Passenger 47- (mf, public pleasures)

			     Passenger 47
				  by
			       Calloway

	I'd never enjoyed taking the bus cross-country before. 2000
miles, 4 days and countless stops away from my home town, I've always
dreaded the ride home for the holidays.

	This year was different. Instead of the usual blue-haired
grandmother with her lethal knitting-needles and endless family photos
I usually end up beside, I found myself seated next to a stunning
young blonde. She was well-dressed and immaculately groomed, with long
legs encased in sheer black stockings. I could see the garter straps
poking out from just below the hem of her skirt and her large breasts
thrust against the white cotton of her blouse. She was busy writing in
some kind of notebook, and when I tried to make conversation, made it
clear she was not interested in passing the time of day. "Oh well," I
thought "At least I won't have to listen to her rambling on about her
grand-children," and contented myself with side-long glances while we
travelled east.

	The day passed slowly and as the bus rolled along across the
seemingly endless prairie, the conversations around me dropped and the
long night settled in. Eventually, the motion of the bus and the full
day of boredom caused me to drop off to sleep sitting up.

	I awoke during the night to a gentle stirring beside me. The
girl's lips were parted and her eyes were closed. I could detect a
gentle rustling under the blanket she had thrown across her. When I
heard her moan softly and saw her hips shift, I realised what she was
doing. The blond was busy masturbating not a foot away from me.

	I watched her face as the motions beneath the blanket
continued. She had an amazing mouth and I stared as her full pink
lips pursed and stretched with the silent moans drawn from her. I
could feel the blood rushing to my cock as I watched her chest heave
and her body squirm against the seat.

	It was starting to get uncomfortable. My jeans were bunched up
from sitting and my hardness strained against the rough denim. Careful
not to disturb her, I slowly unbuckled my pants, unzipped them, and
pulled my straining member free. Not taking my eyes off her, I allowed
myself some strokes of my own. Gently I squeezed my balls and thought
of the strange situation before me. Here I was, jerking off on a
moving bus while my silent travelling companion was bringing herself
off beside me. What a day.

	Just then, I felt her hand clamp around mine. Briskly she
pulled it away from my swollen prick, and I bolted upright. "Don't,"
she said, and looked me straight in the eye. I thought I was busted
for sure, but that was all she said. She let my hand go and took hold
of my cock instead. She grasped it roughly, then reached around to my
balls and took hold of them as well. She squeezed once and let go. She
brought her finger up to my face and ran it under my nose. Her musk
was strong and primal, and when she pulled her hand away it stayed
with me.

	Without speaking, she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her
shirt and pulled it apart. I could see her breasts encased in a lacy
black brassiere as she reached in to unhook the clasp at the front.
Unhindered, her tits bounced free. They were large and full, with
light brown areoles and deep red meaty nipples. My cock jumped as I
watched her hold them both, squeezing them together. She looked at me
as she pulled them towards her mouth, and her tongue darted out to
flick at one, then the other.

	I looked anxiously at the heads of the sleeping passengers
around us. As far as I could tell, no-one had caught on to the scene
behind them.

	If the woman beside me was concerned about being discovered,
she certainly didn't let it show. When I looked back to where she sat,
she was leaning further into her seat. The blanket she had kept over
her was kicked down to her knees, and she had allowed her skirt to
ride up higher over her thighs. She still had one hand on her breasts,
plucking at the nipples and drawing circles around the flesh. Her
other hand was between her legs, running slowly along the insides of
her thighs.

	I could see her lips already puffy and spread apart from her
earlier handiwork. She had a well-groomed, dark bush, and the meat of
her outer lips was slick with juice and deepening in colour. Her
swollen clit was visible, pouting out from under its hood. She dipped
her finger to her centre, moistening it, and gasped as she touched
bottom. I watched as she languidly stroked her slit from bottom to top
and back down again. She poked at her hole and her hips came off the
seat as her finger disappeared inside. She pulled it out and brought
it up to her own mouth. Her tongue wrapped around it, tasting her own
juices, lips closing on the soaked digit down to the knuckle. Ever so
slowly she pulled it out again, tongue flicking out to catch every
drop as the finger touched air.

	I reached out to touch one of her breasts but she brushed my
hand away. "You'll get your turn," was all she said, and brought her
hand back down to her glistening slit. Her fingers started working on
her clit, rubbing briskly across the engorged nub, then slackening in
speed. Her hips found the rhythm, and jutted out with each renewed
assault on her pleasure centre. I looked at her face, her head thrown
back against the neck-rest of the seat, eyes shut tight and lashes
fluttering. Her mouth worked in silent rapture, lips flexing as the
ecstasy overtook her. I watched as her other hand continued to pluck
at the hardness of her nipples, pulling them out and releasing them
again.

	I could feel my own arousal heightening, my cock dancing under
the blanket as I watched this stranger engaged in a most private act.
My balls ached for release and my shaft was as rock-hard as it's ever
been, but I didn't dare reach for it for fear of spoiling her moment.
I had to content myself with the thrill of the spectacle and wait. I'd
get my turn, she had said, and the thought of that would have to be
enough for now.

	Her breathing was coming heavier now, the rhythm of her hand
on her clit picking up, her hips rising up off the seat. Her stifled
moans and sighs of ecstasy were rising in volume and I feared she
might wake the passengers around us. She was rubbing herself in
earnest now, her hand a blur between her legs. Just then her whole
body shuddered, hips slamming up to meet the thrust of her fingers.
Her other hand squeezed hard on her breast and she shook violently as
her orgasm hit its peak. A single cry came from her throat, and she
settled back, twitching with the waves of ecstasy as they hit. Her
finger slackened, coaxing the lesser aftershocks as the intensity of
her convulsions ebbed.

	She rested for a minute, lazily sliding her finger along her
shining slit, occasionally twitching as the waning ripples of her
orgasm hit her. Her eyes opened, and she looked at me where I sat
staring at her. She raised hand to mouth again, licking the sap from
her glistening finger. "Good boy," she said, " I guess you've earned
yourself some attention."

	With that, she reached underneath my blanket to grasp my
aching prick in her hand. I gasped as she touched it, and she put her
finger gently to my lips. "Shh," she whispered, "we don't want to wake
any of our neighbours." Then she pushed the blanket off my legs,
lowering her head to my straining shaft.

	Delicately she flicked her tongue across my shining cock-head.
She lapped at the pre-cum that had been smeared across the tip, poking
gently at the hole where a fresh drop was beading against the cool air
of the bus. Her lips closed around my shaft and I jumped as she
suddenly engulfed my entire shaft down her throat. She pulled away and
reached for the pillow beside her, folding it and placing it under my
buttocks. This gave her better access to my balls and ass, and her
hand reached down to grasp my jewels.

	She lowered her face to my cock again and began slowly licking
up and down the shaft, tongue swirling around the head at the tip of
her stroke and back down. She took one of my balls into her mouth,
then the other, sucking gently as she let her fingernail scratch the
sensitive area between my sack and my asshole. She stopped to let her
finger play against my hole, making me squirm in my seat as she
stretched her tongue to softly poke at the puckered muscle.

	She raised her head again, licking up as she went. She stopped
at the tip and wrapped her mouth around me. She treated me to a few
short strokes and followed them up with a deep one taking me back to
her throat. Her finger continued to play against my ass while her
other hand wrapped itself around the base of my shaft, pumping and
squeezing as she sucked.

	I had been close to coming before she even touched me, but
this new attention was bringing my ultimate release closer with each
fresh sensation. She could sense it as well as my hips came up to meet
her face, trying to drive myself further into her mouth. She was in no
hurry to bring me off, and kept backing off from my thrusts, releasing
me from her mouth and treating me to gentle flicks of her tongue and
nibbling at my aching rod. She pressed her fingers together just below
my swollen head, causing my cock to soften ever so slightly, allowing
her more time to enjoy what she was doing.

	We continued like this for as bit, as she revelled in the
control she had over my pleasure. I reached around to take her head in
my hands, trying to pull myself further into her mouth, but again she
brushed my hands away from her. I knew I was being louder than I
should be considering where I was, but the feeling of this stranger's
mouth on my cock was forcing soft moans from my throat. She was an
avid and expert cock-sucker and was clearly enjoying the power she had
over my body.

	Eventually she'd had enough teasing, and started sucking me
deeper and faster into her throat. Her hand on my shaft was pumping
more insistently, and when her finger suddenly rammed itself into my
ass, scraping against my prostrate, I felt my balls boil over and my
earth-shaking climax well up from deep within. My whole body shook,
and my hips slammed up off my seat as I felt the first shot of hot
salty cum surge up and out of my cock. Her mouth caught the first jet
of spunk and she swallowed greedily as I continued to pump wave after
wave of sweet nectar down her throat. I shuddered as the peak of my
orgasm receded, and felt her throat muscles relax against my draining
manhood.

	She kept me in her mouth as the last of the convulsions washed
over me, lapping up the dregs of cum that oozed softly from the tip of
my softening cock. She pulled her finger out of my ass and gave me one
last wash of her dextrous tongue as she pulled her head away from my
pulsating member. "That was just what I needed," she said as she gave
my cock one last squeeze. "Now I can get some sleep. Good night.

	She rearranged her clothing, sat back in her seat without
another word, and closed her eyes. I was dumbfounded by her
indifference, but in no position to complain. So, still reeling from
the blow-job I'd just received, I zipped myself up, lay back and
basked in the afterglow before sleep overtook me.

	She was already awake the next morning when I stirred. She
nodded in my direction but other than that paid no attention to me at
all. I tried to make conversation, engaging her in small talk in an
effort to make some sense out of our previous evening's romp, but she
balked. Eventually she lowered her crossword and said, "Look buster. I
don't care who you are or what you do. I'm not interested in being
your girlfriend or talking to you at all. As far as I'm concerned,
when I get off this bus, we're never going to see each other again. I
don't want to be here anymore than you do, and the last thing I need
is to talk bullshit to some college boy for the next 3 days. Play by
my rules and this could be the best trip home in your life. Keep
talking and I'm going to have to ask the bus driver to move you."

	I shut my mouth and went back to my book.

	I spent my day reading and staring out the window as the
highway rolled by. From time to time I'd look over at this strange
woman beside me, remembering the feel of her mouth on my cock and
watching the curve of her breasts through her shirt. I stayed hard
pretty much all day while she continued to ignore me.

	At around five o'clock that evening she slammed her book shut
in frustration. "This is driving me crazy," she huffed, "I knew I
should have flown." She stretched as she turned to me and said, "Meet
me in the washroom in two minutes. I have a job for you," then stood
up and walked down the aisle.

	It was all I could do to sit still as the second hand spun
twice around my watch. When the two minutes was up my cock was already
pushing against my jeans. I made no effort to conceal the bulge as I
strolled down the aisle to the back of the bus. I noticed the odd
suspicious glance from my fellow travellers as I passed the way she
had just come.

	The panel on the bathroom door said vacant as I pushed it open
and stepped inside. She was sitting on the sink, her legs spread apart
and her blouse undone. Her breasts hung freely against her tanned
flesh and her panties were bunched in a ball on the floor. "Lick me,"
she instructed, "Make me come in your mouth." I turned to lock the
door and dropped obediently to my knees in front of her.

	I parked my face between her legs and inhaled deeply. Her
scent was pungent from last night's adventure while the new moisture
that collected on her lips sent out fresh wafts of fragrance. Her feet
were propped against the door handle and the soap dispenser giving me
plenty of access to her steaming hole. I went down on her slowly,
revelling in her perfume, flicking my tongue gently across her
swelling lips. Giving head is my department, and for this go-round, I
was setting the pace.

	I teased her for a while, slowly licking up her thighs and
blowing across her hole as my hands roamed across her body. My tongue
parted her lips and grazed her clit. She tried to pull my head closer
in, but following her example, I brushed her hands away. I started
licking up her slit with the flat of my tongue, stopping just below
her clit and then back down to poke at her hole. I lapped at her
wetness, scooping it up with my tongue and savouring it in my mouth.
My hands went to her breasts and I kneaded them, plucking at her
hardened nipples with the tips of my fingers. I pointed my tongue and
zeroed in on her pulsating button, pressing it hard against her hood.
Her hips rocked on the counter as I rubbed my face against her,
bathing my mouth and cheeks in her dewy wetness. I brought a finger up
between her legs and circled her entrance as my tongue continued to
prod at her clit. She was pressed back against the wall, her hips
jutting out and head thrown back. I looked up at her closed eyes and
open mouth, turned on by her quiet whimpers and gasps.

	Just then a knock came at the door, but she just moaned,
"Occupied," and pulled me back between her legs. I picked up the pace
now, my tongue rasping faster against her nub, taking it in between my
lips and sucking hard as my teeth nibbled it carefully. I jabbed my
finger into her, curving upwards to stroke at her sopping tunnel
walls. She ground herself against my face as the pressure of my tongue
on her clit brought her closer to climax. She humped against me and my
tongue almost lost contact with its target as she came, shaking as it
hit her, hips well off the counter before collapsing once more against
the tiled wall.

	I lapped softly at her slit while her tremors subsided.
Pulling me up by the ears she grunted, "Fuck me now. Put your cock
inside and don't stop until I tell you to." Trembling, she unbuckled
my belt, undid my jeans and pulled my throbbing cock towards her
waiting pussy. She undid my shirt and stroked my chest as we came
together, the tip of my cock pressing against her opening. She grasped
it in her hand and rubbed it up and down her slit, moistening it with
her juices. She brought it back down to the entrance of her honey
hole, the muscles closing in around my head.

	With one smooth motion of my hips, I was inside, stroking
slowly as I pushed further into her. Her lips sucked around my shaft
as I pulled back, feeling her velvet walls clasping my rod. Thrusting
back in, my balls slapped against her ass and she groaned as I drove
in to the hilt. We started a slow rhythm together, pushing my cock to
her depths and back out again till only the head was inside her. Her
hand reached down at the tip of my stroke and rubbed itself along my
exposed shaft before pulling it back inside her. Her finger found her
own clit and she rubbed it while I fucked her deeply. I reached around
her back to pull her towards me, my lips latching on to one of her
turgid nipples and I sucked it hard into my mouth.

	Her moans were becoming more insistent and I could feel myself
grunting along with her as we picked up the pace. She was thrashing on
the counter as I slammed into her, each thrust bringing me deeper into
her raging centre. We'd lost all sense of discretion our moans
increasing in urgency and volume while her shoulders slapped against
the wall behind her, her feet struggling to support her. I could feel
my orgasm welling up within me and called for her to come with me. She
rubbed furiously at her clit while my thrusting cock stimulated her
insides. I felt myself peak as she cried out loudly, and with one
final thrust bucked against her, my cock exploding deep inside,
spraying her honey walls with jets of hot cum. Her legs wrapped around
my back and she wrenched me against her as her own orgasm coursed
through her. I could feel her cunt muscles ripple around my draining
shaft and we shuddered together as we wound down.

	She pulled herself out from around me and stood up, buttoning
her shirt as she did so. She reached up to kiss me for the first time
cupping my sticky cock and balls in her hand. I hitched up my pants
while she straightened herself out as best as she could before opening
the bathroom door and stepping out into the bus. There were a couple
of people standing by the door waiting to use the bathroom, and their
eyes raked us accusingly as we returned to our seats. They knew what
we'd been up to but what of it? As she'd said, once we get off this
bus, none of us will ever see each other again. And from the bulge in
one of the waiting passengers' pants, it had been a performance worth
hearing.

	The woman kept her distance for the rest of the trip, as far
as conversation goes. Before the bus finally rolled into my hometown
I'd had another blow-job and masturbated her to orgasm anytime she
pulled my hand under her travel-blanket. Our last night on the bus saw
her mount me in my seat with her back towards me, riding me home while
our hands roamed together across her breasts. The rest of the
passengers kept their distance as well and the driver fixed us both
with some stern looks as we climbed off the bus.

	As expected, we went our separate ways at the terminal. Before
we parted, she turned to me and finally told me her name, "It's
Sasha," she said, "Have a good vacation, OK." I just waved and watched
as she rounded up her luggage, asked a quick question of a depot
employee, and boarded another bus going back in the same direction
we'd just come.