"Hi there," you hear from in front of you.
You look down to see a well-dressed business woman, about 25, with black hair in a crop-cut smiling coquettishly up at you. You didn't even notice her before.
"A bit warm to be wearing a business jacket on the bus, isn't it?" she teases, looking down directly at the tent that your erection is making.
*She knows*, you think to yourself, feeling like you should be alarmed but somehow not actually feeling more than slightly nervous.
"Do you mind if I adjust my skirt? I'm feeling a little warm myself." Not waiting for a response, she rises up, rubbing against you (causing your hard-on to rub against your jacket, feeling at once pleasant and like a nail against a blackboard). She hikes up her skirt and sits back down, slumping just enough to show you that she's wearing vibrantly violet silk panties. A slight dark spot seems to be forming at one spot.
"Wow, you're pretty forward," you say to her, almost as surprised at your own openness as at her brazenness.
"Me, forward? I'm not the guy who stood right in front of a woman while packing heat," she teases you. "Let me help you with that," she says, casually unbuttoning your jacket, revealing your cockhead. "Holy crap!" she says with surprise at the size of your cock, looking down to appreciate how long it must be under your pants. "Mister, we've just met!" she teases you. A hand drifts down to the hem of her skirt.
"I'm just in a good mood today," you say.
"I'll say," she says. "My name's Janine, by the way," she says, raising her right hand and her left moves uncertainly between her legs.
"Nice to meet you Jan-- Ooof!" you grunt as the bus lurches sideways. You stumble forwards, your cockhead pressing between Janine's lips. Janine's eyes go wide and she emits a muffled squeal around your cockhead.
"Sorry! Sorry!" you say, hoping to avoid a scene.
Janine looks up at you with wild eyes. "Holy crap!" she says. "Look, why don't you ask before thrusting your manhood into a girl's mouth?" she teases. Her nostrils flare as she snakes out her tongue to give your glans a long lick. "She might just say yes!" she said.
You're not sure how to react, and look around you. The men look bored, but a handful of women have taken notice of the situation. The two or three who can see --- shall we say, your 'state of undress' --- are intensely interested. The blonde off to the side is peering at your hard-on, and licks her lips self-consciously.
"Down here buddy," Janine says. "Look, before we begin, I just want you to know that I don't usually suck the cocks of men I've just met. But in your case," she says, leaning forward to give your cock a lick, "I'll make an exception."
Janine grasps your cock with her right hand, pulling it down a little so that she does not have to lean forward as much, before pressing it to her lips, giving it a French kiss. The sensation is heavenly. Her left hand is digging around between her legs, making moist sounds, and you start to smell the pungent aroma of female sex.
"Mmmmh," Janine humms happily against your cock. She pulls her lips away to swirl her tongue around it. "I hope you don't mind if I don't try to take it all in, I wouldn't want to bite," she says pleasantly, before passionatly kissing and tonguing the slit at the tip of your cock. Your cock throbs, oozing lube as she pulls her lips downwards along your shaft. |