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A chance meeting on
the bus can lead to other things
This story is very
loosely based on lots of different conversations overheard on the bus.
Chapter 3
I pick Laura up at 11:00 as arranged. She is wearing brightly
coloured leggings and a t-shirt. She looks absolutely stunning. We kiss, our
tongues seeking out each other’s, and both of us are breathing heavily.
I drive into the countryside. As we drive along chatting Laura
is leaning across stroking my cock through my jeans. Laura is telling me more
about her family, her Dad, and her friendship with Sally.
It’s hard to concentrate on what she is saying, or even on the
road with a stiff cock, but I do my best.
Laura has unzipped me and is now wanking
me as I drive, she slips out of her seatbelt, and leans across engulfing my
cock in her warm mouth.
I see an empty lay by ahead and pull in. I am out of my seat
belt in a flash, lean across and she pulls down her leggings as I recline her
seat. I almost jump across and my cock almost leaps of its own accord into her
hot cunt. She is already wet, and my cock slides in easily, and we start
fucking like rabbits.
I can hear lorries honking their horns
as they pass by, they can obviously see us fucking in the car.
We keep at it for several minutes as Laura cums
loudly, screaming my name and bucking her hips into mine as I cum.
We collapse in a heap on the seat.
I open my eyes and I notice we are no longer alone in the lay
by. Parked just in front of us is an old Morris Minor, the type with a wooden
frame round the windows. Leaning against the back of the car are a couple in their
50’s looking straight at us. They are smiling, drinking tea from little plastic
cups.
“They raise a thermos flask and I can hear them say to us “Fancy
a cup of tea?”
I am off Laura in a flash, dragging my trousers up, turning the
key and frantically drive out of the lay by, barely looking at the road to see
if it was clear.
Laura is getting dressed again and I pull into the next lay by
and pull my jeans back up.
We look at each other, and Laura’s face breaks out in a grin,
then she starts laughing, and I laugh.
For the next 30 minutes, we can’t look at each other without
laughing really loudly.
Finally we calm down, until coming round the next roundabout we
spot a different Morris Minor coming towards us, and that sets us off again.
We both have a serious case of the giggles for the rest of the
day.
Even now, several years later, I can’t see a Morris Minor
without laughing out loud.
We spend the day in the countryside, walking along river banks,
climbing hills and laughing together. It is quite honestly one of the best days
ever.
Somewhat reluctantly, we drive back to Laura’s house, once again
parking two streets away. Laura has been sending messages on her phone and
Sally is there to greet us.
Laura gets out of the car and enthusiastically embraces Sally,
hugging her tightly. I feel a bit of a loose end, watching them.
Sally comes over and hugs me close, and whispers in my ear
“Thank you for giving Laura a lovely day out Billy”. It’s the first time she
has called me Billy.
Laura hugs me tightly and they walk off together, laughing.
That night I am in the pub with some friends, my phone pings, a
message from Laura “I had a lovely time today”
The phone pings again, a picture message, it is a picture of a
nipple. I hide the picture quickly so my mates don’t see it.
The phone pings again, another picture message, it is a picture
of another nipple, a stiff nipple.
The phone pings again, another picture message, it is a picture
of a different nipple, lighter in colour, definitely not Laura’s.
My mates are being a bit rowdy, trying to see what’s on my
phone.
I get up and go outside the pub, as my phone pings again,
another picture message, a fourth nipple, which matches the third one.
My mates are jeering from inside the pub.
The phone pings again, a simple text message, “Love you”
My phone pings again, unknown number, another text message “We
both love you”
I mumble to myself “Shut up Saz”
The next day on the bus, I am sitting about halfway back as the
bus pulls up outside St Catherine’s school.
Girls walk past me, smiling at me; a few say “Hello Billy” as
they walk past.
A girls sits down next to me, “Hello Billy, I’m Sandra”, she
starts to say, but before she can say anything else she is yanked out the seat,
and replaced by Sally. “Fuck off Sandra” Sally shouts as she snuggles up close
to me.
Laura is struggling past people trying to reach me. She does,
and Sally scoots over so Laura can squeeze in and sit on my lap.
Laura kisses me and her eyes shoot daggers at Sandra who has got
up off the floor, and found a seat further back.
Two stops on, we get off the bus, Sandra giving Sally a very
wide berth. The three of us link arms and walk slowly towards Laura’s home. “My
dad’s home tonight so you can’t come in” Laura says. “We’ll go to mine for a
cuppa, Mum won’t mind” Sally adds
We go into Sally’s house, it is not what I expected, and the
house is absolutely spotless. Not sure what I expected, but this isn’t it. It’s
filled with nice furniture and nice ornaments.
“Who’s this then?” Sally’s mum says looking out of the kitchen.
“This is Billy I told you about Mum”
“Would you like a cup of tea Billy?”
“Yes please Mrs ..” um I have no idea
what Sally’s surname is
“Callaghan. Sally says you are an accountant Billy”
“Nearly, exams in July” I reply.
“Well make sure you study hard and don’t spend too much time
mucking about” Mrs Callaghan says, although she seems to be saying it to Sally
as much as me.
“We’re going up to change” Sally says, and she and Laura run off
upstairs leaving me with Mrs Callaghan in the kitchen.
“Sally needs to find a smart young man like you Billy, someone
to look after her. She’s such a big softie; she lets people run all over her”
That doesn’t immediately sound like Sally to me, but mothers
know their daughters I guess.
My phone pings, it’s a picture message, it is a picture of what
I assume is Laura with her skirt up high revealing her knickers and black
pantyhose.
Mrs Callaghan is talking about how difficult it is with Sally
not having a man in the house. I mention that Laura told me that Sally’s dad
had left.
“He was no man!” Mrs Callaghan says strongly. “Biscuit?”
“Thank you Mrs Callaghan” I say as my phone pings again. Another
picture message, what I assume is Laura revealing her knickers without the
black pantyhose.
“Your phone is busy”
“It’s just work” I say
The phone pings again. Picture message, It’s Laura minus her
knickers. I almost spit biscuit across the table as I had just taken a bite.
“Are you okay Billie?” Mrs Callaghan asks “They keep you busy at
work do they?”
“Yes very busy, with work and college” I splutter.
The phone pings again. I’m almost scared to look. It’s not
Laura’s number this time; it is Sally’s phone which I recognise from last
night. It’s a picture message; it’s a picture of knickers, different knickers,
covering a pussy that isn’t Laura’s
“Can Billy come upstairs Mum?” Sally shouts down
Mrs Callaghan gives me a look that says very firmly “behave yourself.”
“Okay Sally, keep the door open”
I go upstairs, both girls are dressed thankfully, I think, Sally
is wearing the shortest skirt I have ever seen, and a very tight t-shirt. Laura
is still wearing her school uniform of white blouse,
and a skirt she has hitched up nearly as high as Sally’s skirt. She has ditched
the black pantyhose. They each have an ear piece in from Sally’s phone and are
jigging about to whatever music it is Sally is playing.
I hadn’t really noticed how much bigger Sally’s tits are than
Laura’s, but as they jig about it become obvious.
They motion me to sit on the bed. Sally’s room is as spotless as
the rest of the house, either Sally is very tidy, or Mrs Callaghan cleans up behind
her. On the basis that Sally’s school uniform is already hanging up ready for
tomorrow, I assume that Sally is naturally tidy.
Watching the two girls is giving me a chubby, not quite hard,
but enlarged.
Laura lifts up the front of her skirt, giving me a good look at
her pussy, even if it is covered by her knickers.
Not to be outdone, Sally runs her fingers up from her knee,
lifting her skirt up as she runs her fingers across her pussy, then letting
what there is of her skirt drop back down again.
Okay, I am getting harder.
“Knock knock” is Mrs Callaghan’s polite way of saying “I’m
coming in”
“I bought you some soft drinks. Don’t forget your homework young
ladies, and this young man needs to do his studying if he is going to pass his
exams”
I was pretty happy with studying these two lovely young ladies,
but she does have a point and I do have an interim exam tomorrow. It also has
to be the politest way I have ever been asked to leave.
“I’ll walk you back to the bus stop Billy” Sally offers, “you’d
better get home Laz”.
“Is it okay if I lead Billy astray?” Sally asks
“Shut up Saz!” is the reply from
Laura.
Laura gives me a big hug and a long kiss, and traipses off home.
As we walk, Sally is talking about Laura. Laura’s parents are
apparently really strict and old fashioned. She also tells me that when Sally was
struggling at school Laura spent ages working with her to make sure she passed
her exams. Laura was also really supportive when she had the family troubles.
It’s obvious that Sally idolises Laura just as much as Laura
does Sally. It’s almost a symbiotic relationship.
As we are waiting for the bus, Sally presses her body against
mine as she hugs me, I can feel her stiff nipples pressing against me as she
slips her hand down and squeezes my cock.
Instinctively my cock rises and I go to fondle her tits.
She pulls away and playfully slaps my hand “Only when Laz is here as well” and she moves in really close again
and hugs me.
The bus arrives, and I head home to study really boring books
for the night.
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