Stay on the Bus

“Stay with me, please” she half pleaded, and half asked shyly. How could I say no to that face, to that need? I nodded. Her stop was only 4 after mine, but a lot could happen in that time.

I grabbed the back of her head and ground our mouths together, letting our tongues dance and play. She smelled of sweet perfume and tasted of strawberry lip gloss. Her moans encouraged my mouth. I found my way back under her shirt, her tit was still out of her bra and the nipple was very erect. Sighing, I pinched and rolled the nub between my fingers, enjoying the sharp intake of air Sarah took. We continued to make-out and my other hand moved to her skirt hem, which laid upon her lovely thighs, and slipped a hand under. Her legs opened wider, encouraging me to continue, not that I needed it. I could feel the heat baking off her secluded area and when I traced my fingers up her thigh and found my target beneath her panties, it was hot and wet.

“Fuck, you are so ready.” I gasped in her mouth as my fingers caressed the silky down of her public lips.

“Oh, Sasha,” she moaned. “I have wanted this moment for so long. I believe you are the reason why I like girls. I loved you from the first and its always been your face I pictured at night, alone in my bed.”

Pulling the panties aside, I slipped a finger into her depths as she bared her soul to me. “Is this what you imagined?” I purred. Another finger joined the first, then another. I curled the middle up and found the spot that I knew I loved so well. Sarah did not protest, but she had begun to whimper.

My mouth found her nipple again, the other hand found the other breast, and she closed her eyes and let me please her. I was wet, Diary, dripping in fact, but I could wait. This is where I wanted to be, where I needed to be. I began a scissoring motion with my fingers and she gapped, back arching, pelvis tucking back, locking my fingers inside. Kneading one breast and sucking on the nipple of the other, she started to shiver. I could feel her muscles expand and contract against my fingers, her breathing becoming irregular. I neglected her clit for a reason, I wanted the first time I felt that sensitive spot to be with my tongue.

“Yes! Oh yes!” she whispered. “I am so close, please don’t stop. Oh please. Oh please. Oh fuck.” Pitching forward she tried to curl in on herself before expanding out and convulsing. She didn’t squirt but my hand became soaked, yet I didn’t stop, I finger fucked her through her orgasm, making it last longer. I watched her the whole time, enjoying her face change from pent up sexual frustration, to orgasm, to satisfaction, and finally to after-glow.

Her stop was called, and I withdrew my fingers and popped them in my mouth. Oh, the musky sweetness that exploded on my tongue. I wanted to taste it from the source. Haggard looking, Sarah got up on legs that threatened to buckle and awkwardly pawed at her skirt to try and regain some decorum. I giggled behind her and waited at the exit. When the bus stopped, I took her hand and we exited into the night together.