The ride to Bentonville

After finishing her sandwich and milk, Molly feels the need to relieve herself. So, she cautiously steps from the booth and heads for the restrooms near the back of the cafe, while trying to avoid eye contact with the four men. Later, after coming out of the women's restroom, she finds that the booth behind hers is now empty. She also notices that the other passengers have left the cafe and are walking up the street toward the bus stop. She quickly pays for her meal, then hurries up the street after them.

After stepping onto the bus, she feels a sense of relief, but then notices that the window seat in which she had been sitting before is now occupied by one of the four men. Remembering that her bag is stowed above that seat, she decides that it would be best not to let it out of her sight. So, reluctantly, she takes the aisle seat next to the black man. Not having the view of the window seat, and seeing two of the other black men in the seats across the aisle, Molly can do nothing but stare at her hands folded in her lap.

"Where're you headed, Miss?" asks the man next to her.

"Bentonville," says Molly, "to visit my aunt and uncle."

"Me and my buddies are headed that way, too," says the man. "My name's Joseph. What's yours?"

"Molly," she says, continuing to stare at her hands.

"Well, Miss Molly," says Joseph, "Glad to be sharing the trip with you."

Molly senses Joseph's eyes still on her, and begins biting her lip again.

"You know," says Joseph, "me and the boys will be looking for work when we get to Bentonville. You reckon your uncle would need some extra hands on his place?"

"I wouldn't know," says Molly. "You'd have to ask him yourself."

"Well," says Joseph, patting Molly's knee, "I hope you'll put in a good word for us, then."

Joseph looks out the window, then turns to Molly.

"Say, Miss Molly," he says, patting her on the knee again, "look at that."

Molly looks out the window to see the sun setting amidst red and orange clouds.

"Ain't that pretty?" says Joseph.

"Yes," says Molly, smiling, "it is pretty."

"Almost as pretty as you, eh?" says Joseph, patting her knee, but then letting his hand linger there for a time. He rubs his hand over it, then gradually moves further up her thigh and starts to push the hem of her dress away. Molly pulls her hem down, causing Joseph to remove his hand.

After a few minutes, Molly begins to hear Joseph breathing more heavily, and senses his hand moving on the inside of his thigh. She slowly glances over, only to see Joseph's hand rubbing a long bulging spot in his pants legs. Her eyes linger for few seconds, trying to figure out what it is that she is seeing. Then, upon realizing what it is that Joseph's rubbing, she quickly returns her gaze to her hands in her lap. For some reason, she feels like her dress is riding up her thigh again, so she tries to pull it closer to her knees. She feels a slight swelling in the crotch of her panties, and locks her legs together in an attempt to stop it.

"What's wrong, Miss Molly?" whispers Joseph. "You got to go?"

"No," says Molly, "I'm fine."

"Well," says Joseph, "then you must be feeling a little tingly down there. These long bus rides'll do it to you. Like my dick and balls, they've been feeling funny every since we left Ranger."

Molly gasps at the description Joseph has just given her. She is not used to a man describing matters pertaining to his private parts, much less a woman speaking of hers. All she knows is how her own privates react to various forms of stimulation, like her hands when taking a bath or dressing herself; or, like Joseph said, this long bus ride, with its vibrations and bumps, leaving lingering sensations in her crotch area.

"About the only thing you can do," says Joseph, "is rub it. You can rub yours, if you want to, Miss Molly. I won't mind."

"I'm fine," says Molly with a squeaky voice, now feeling the swelling in her panties returning.

"Hey," whispers Joseph in Molly's ear, "I'll let you rub mine, if you'll let me rub yours." He places his hand on her knee again, rubbing and squeezing it, then makes another attempt to gradually work his way up her thigh. Molly tries resisting the movement of his hand, but she feels that she cannot stop it. Also, a little part of her (what she considers to be the naughty part of herself) for some unexplained reason does not want his hand to stop. She looks across the aisle and sees one of the other black men smiling at her while rubbing a bulge in his own pants.

Molly closes her eyes and draws her hands close to her chest, allowing Joseph's hand to continue on its trek up her thigh. She is still holding her legs together; so, reaching under Molly's skirt, Joseph inserts his fingers down between her thighs. She feels his little finger pressing against her clitoris and moving along its now stiffened length. Her legs shake, as little bursts of energy pass through her belly. She lets her legs part slightly, allowing Joseph to get more of his hand over her pussy lips.

Then, lifting his elbow, and reaching his other hand underneath, he takes hold of one of Molly's hands and brings it to his lap. He spreads her fingers over the bulge formed by the thick shaft of his penis, and causes them to grip and stroke the length of the shaft. Molly can feel Joseph's cock warm and pulsating under her squivering sweaty palm. Her mind now focused on the enormity of his cock, she unconsciously lets her legs spread wider, allowing Joseph now to chuff the fabric of her panties in between her pussy lips.

As the little bursts in her belly intensify, Molly grasps the arm of her seat hard, while her other hand grips Joseph's cock harder, as well. The moonlight is shining through the window across the aisle, allowing Molly to see in its light that the man has his pants undone now and his cock out and pointed straight up. She can see his eyes still peering at her, as he strokes himself. The sight of his big dark cock in the moonlight holds Molly's gaze; and when a stream of white creamy liquid flows from its tip, Molly gulps and swallows her own saliva which has built up in her mouth. She feels moisture seeping through Joseph's pants leg, then almost immediately the last burst in her belly causes her vagina to spasm, sending warm tremors through her body which almost lift her out of her seat.

She does not realize how much heat and wetness has built up under her panties, until Joseph withdraws his hand and moans and sighs to himself. She draws her own hands back to her lap and pulls down the skirt again, closing her eyes and pressing her thighs back together.

"Bentonville!" she hears the bus driver shout. Then the lights of the interior come on and the other passengers start to stir. Molly suddenly opens her eyes as from sleep, wondering if she had been dreaming. Joseph has his hands folded in his lap and is looking out the window. The other man across the aisle has his pants closed and appears to be asleep. But when Molly starts to sit up in her seat, a horrible feeling comes over her: The seat under her is now soaking wet.