Get off the Bus

“Come with me, I’m not done with you yet.” I whispered into Sarah’s ear. Thankfully, in this area, parks are about as plentiful as street lights. We walked along a path and found a bench. Wasting zero time, I pushed her down and sat on the ground, cross-legged, before her.

“Spread your legs for me, beautiful.” Sarah blushed deep red in the waning glow of the park’s light but complied. “Hike up your skirt.” She does, and I felt my heartrate flutter at the darker batch on her panties, centered around her opening. “Fuck.” I breathed. Sliding my fingers up her thighs, I grasped each side of her sex-drenched underwear and pulled them down. She lifted her ass, assisting me and settling back, bare assed, on the bench. It must have been cold, but she was heated from a fire within and took no notice. “Here, smell yourself. Smell your arousal.” I placed the panties under her nose and she inhaled deeply, followed by a full body shudder. “Now, move to the edge of the bench, just like if you were at the doctor’s office. Very good. Lean back, I want to take a good look at you.”

Diary, few things have made me speechless in my life, but seeing Sarah like that on the bench was beyond anything I could have imagined. She had her head draped on the back of the bench, back arched to facilitate the spread legs and awkward position of being on the edge, her pussy exposed at my eye level, soft public hair glistening with moisture. It was a sight worth painting. She was beautiful, and she was mine in that moment, I knew it and she most definitely knew it.

I inhaled. “You are gorgeous, Sarah. Now relax and enjoy this.” Moving in, I kissed the top of her mons and used my hands to spread her open. She was drenched from my fingers on the bus and her clit was already exposed. I could just make it out in the dim light, if I tilted my head just right. It was there, waiting for me to introduce my tongue to it. Who was I to keep it waiting?

Starting at her opening, I took one long, slow lick up, flicking across her hard clit before stopping and smelling her again. She shook and sighed loudly. I did it again, dipping my tongue in deeper and gathering as much Sarah juice as I could and redistributing it up the length of her pussy. Her clit pulsed and enlarged against my tongue. It was everything I wanted it to be, Diary. Burying my face into her swollen flesh, I concentrated on what I purposely neglected earlier, her clit. Hips met my face in time with my tongue’s actions and a hand snaked into my hair, pressing slightly. Encouraged, I inserted 2 fingers and slowly fucked her. Hips responded. She groaned. I smiled against her pussy and took a small nibble of her most sensitive part.

“Fucking hell, that feels amazing. I…. I have always dreamed of this moment but…” she trailed off, words forgotten as I flicked my tongue back and forth, then up and down. Her hips pumped up and down, trying to fuck my face and get deep friction from my fingers.

I pulled back, concentrating on my fingers inside her. She was too close already and I was not ready to let her cum, yet. Looking down at me, I saw the pleading in her eyes. She looked between me and her pussy and back, it was a clear message umm hi, don’t stop, thanks. I smiled and used my thumb to do maddingly slow circles around her clit. It was like pushing a button that made her dance out of her skin and pant like a dog on a sweltering day. Her hand groped for my head again and tried to push it back into her. I laughed.

“Tsk tsk, my dear. Now that I have you like this, I am not ready for it to end so soon.” I chided, but not unkindly, all the while working my fingers.

“Sasha, please.” She whined. Oh, Diary, she was so irresistible when you whined, begging me to make her cum again.

Leaning forward, I stuck out my tongue and teased her throbbing clit. Groaning, she arched her back even more, trying to create more friction, for my fingers to go deeper, for my tongue to cover more area and harder. My ass was starting to go cold and slightly numb from sitting on it at 1 in the morning, and my pants at the crotch were soaked with my own desire. The hot and cold sensation so close together was more of a turn on then an annoyance, but I figured I shouldn’t sit for that much longer on the ground or I might catch a cold. A cold to a whore is like the plague! Its **** to an active social life.

I increased my tongue speed and instead of just using the tip, I unfurled it and made the surface area wider. It’s what Sarah wanted, and I was rewarded for this change of pace with more panting and deep in the chest moaning. Unconsciously, her hands worked her breasts as I worked her cunt. We went into a rhythm together, her hips grinding my tongue, my fingers probing her wetness, her hands massaging her perfect tits. My free hand moved to my pants and I popped the buttons and unzipped the zipper. Plunging into my own wetness, I found my clit rock hard (that expression is not just for men) and over sensitive to the touch. I couldn’t touch it straight on, I had to massage above it, pinching to each side.

“Right there, oh yes, oh fuck, oh God, oh Jesus…” Sarah muttered under her breath. The words lost coherent thought or form and turned into a string of grunts, moans and whimpers. My own climate was close, as was hers.

Faster my fingers worked into and out of her, and still she held on to the edge of her orgasm. Her body was tight enough to make the muscles on her thighs stand out, straining hard to release, so close yet so afraid to lose it. I sucked deeply upon her clit and it sent her tumbling over the edge and into great shudders of ecstasy. Her scream was ripped out of her throat, much to both our surprises, I believe. I sucked and sucked and sucked, all the while playing with her g-spot with my fingers. I didn’t release her until I was sure I had drained her, until I knew she was sated.

And let me tell you something, Dear Diary, I hadn’t even realized that I came until I felt my fingers. Not only did I orgasm without know, I squirted and soaked my pants. Oops! I guess I was a little bit distracted. HA!

After Sarah stopped shuddering, I withdrew my fingers and teased her tormented clit. I couldn’t help it; her begging was just too cute. With a final lick, I leaned back and looked at her. She was still a vision, but now her shirt was rumpled up around her neck, hair all a mess, slumped like a drunk on the bench. I got up and felt my crotch, yep, wet from my own discharged pleasure. *sigh*.

“Here, taste yourself,” but before she could answer, I popper my fingers in her mouth and she sucked then clean like a good girl. Her dancing tongue made my clit twitch like a rabbit’s nose. Down girl I told it. “Now taste me,” popping the hand that was in my pants into her hungry mouth. She closed her eyes and savored my flavor. Another twitch.

“Thank you for that, Sasha.” She said after several minutes of recovery. “That was, in a word, amazing.” I smiled and agreed. “Can I see you again? Before you head back to school, I mean.” Agreeing, I rose from the bench and helped her to her feet. She composed herself and took my hand.

We left the park and stood under a street light in the early morning hours. Turning to her, I kissed her deeply. “Goodnight sweet Sarah. I would love to see you again,” dripping promise and longing from my words. She nodded and we kissed one last time, before putting our backs to one another and heading off to our own beds, and possibly cold showers.