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Original posted in November 1998
Revised and updated April/May 2004
Comments can be sent to knobbieknobbs@hotmail.com

This text file contains a story of an adult nature, featuring, but not
restricted to, graphic descriptions of sexual acts.  If this kind of
material is likely to offend you then please do not read any further.
Similarly, if you are under the age that your government has deem to
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Bus-Stop
by knobbieknobbs
(c) Copyright 1998 knobbieknobbs

When people ask how we met, I have to smile and reply, "On the bus."
Of course, I can't tell them the whole story, and those observant
enough to spot June and I looking at each other and grinning like
Cheshire cats, always ask what's going on.  Imagine how embarrassing
it was at that first dinner we had together with her parents.  And I
had real trouble coming up with a speech for the wedding reception.
This is the first time that the true story of how we met has been
shared with anyone other than ourselves.  It all took place five short
years ago...

********************

My car was off the road.  It was a clapped out piece of junk and had
finally given up the ghost.  Unfortunately, I hadn't had a chance to
shop around for a new one, so busy was I at work, and I was resigned
to taking the bus.  It wasn't so bad in the morning; because I went in
early, the bus was always empty and I could happily read some papers
on the journey.  It was a completely different story in the evenings
though.  The mass exodus of shoppers and students from the town centre
made the ride home very uncomfortable.
This particular day I was late getting to the stop, and so the bus was
down to standing room only by the time I got to the front of the
queue, and not very much standing room at that.  I got on, paid my
fare and made my way towards the back of the bus, just like it says to
do on the little signs dotted about the bus.  She got on after me.
She was couple of inches shorter than me, with a perfect crop of
blonde hair, and she stood in front of me, both of us facing the
front, as the bus pulled out of the station.
We were already quite close, in each other's 'personal space', and the
scent of her perfume flooded my nostrils.  It was a musky, sexy smell,
I recognised it as being something expensive, but I couldn't quite put
a name to it.
She had some heavy shopping bags on the floor by her feet, and I
almost offered to help her with them when more people got on the bus
at the next stop and we were all forced to move even further
backwards.  Inhibition stopped me, or maybe it was when she stepped on
my foot as she shuffled back.  She turned around to look at me with
apologetic eyes.
"Sorry," she said, "are you OK."
"Fine," I said, "Don't worry about it."
By now, the bus was full, and she was standing pushed right up against
me.  She was shorter than me, I could just see over the top of her
head, but my crotch was still lined up against her glorious round
arse.  Her scent was driving me wild, and I found myself picturing
images that any healthy heterosexual male would have, given the
situation.  My cock was beginning to stir; I could feel it moving
upwards and out.  This could be embarrassing.  I desperately tried to
think of the most boring thing I could.  Cricket, that's boring, but
then I started thinking about an article in a recent Sunday newspaper
about some cricket star who was great in bed, according to his alleged
lover.  Shit, must think of something boring.  Snooker, no that was no
good, I once tried to teach a girlfriend how to play and it meant
leaning over her, my crotch up against her as we bent over.  It didn't
seem to matter what I thought of, my over-stimulated brain always made
some connection to sex, which only gave strength to my growing bulge.
I knew that the girl in front of me would be able to feel my dick
pushing against her by now.  I was convinced that she could feel every
pulse as it filled with ever more blood.  I was already embarrassed
and she hadn't even turned around and told me off yet.  What would it
be like when she did?  I was just thankful that most people would be
getting off the bus in a few stops time, and I could move away from
her to avoid the situation getting any worse.
Eventually the bus began to clear and seats became available.  I sat a
couple of seats behind the blonde girl, and began to calm a little.
The hormones were raging though, and I decided that when I got in I
would put my favourite porn movie on and have a good old-fashioned
wank.

Two stops before mine there was only five people left on the bus; the
blonde girl and myself included.  Nobody got on or off at the next
stop, and I suddenly realised that there weren't too many stops after
mine.  I prayed that the girl I had been forced to rub up against
stayed on when I alighted, I would be very embarrassed otherwise.
Praying when you don't really believe in a god is a bit silly, and any
god that happens to hear your prayer is bound to take the piss.  As I
rose to disembark the bus, she did too.  I was up and past her seat,
waiting for the bus to stop, before she had even managed to get her
multitude of shopping bags out from behind the seat.  Getting off the
bus carrying only a newspaper I felt very guilty as she struggled with
her load.  Being a softy at heart, I helped her down off the bus, and
held some of her shopping for her as she tried to work out the best
way to carry it all.
"Look," I said, "Why don't I help you carry it back to your house?"
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked.
"No, I don't mind.  How far is it?"
"Just around the corner here." she pointed in the same direction as my
house.  This girl lived in the same street and I had never seen her
before.  How could that be?
"That's the street I live in," I said.
"Wow, what a coincidence."
I took the heaviest of her bags and we started to walk towards her
house.  She lived further up the street than me, and since I never go
up that end for any reason, that probably explained why I hadn't met
her before.  Still, I knew most people in the street in some way.
"I haven't seen you around before," I said
"No, you wouldn't have.  I only moved in last week.  I'm still getting
to know the area."
"Well unless someone else has already, let me be the first to welcome
you to the street."
"My neighbours already did, but thanks anyway.  I'm June by the way."
"Hi June.  I'm Patrick, or Pat, or... No, you don't want to know my
other nicknames."
"Why on earth not?"
"They're not exactly clean, rugby club and all."
"I see."
I pointed out my house as we past it, and walked up the street another
ten or so houses before she indicated that we had arrived at her
house.
"This is one of those they converted into flats isn't it?"  I asked.
"Yeah, One up and one down.  I'm on the top."
I walked her to the door where she took the shopping from me.  As she
entered the house, she turned to me and invited me in for a coffee.
"It's the least I can do after you were so kind to help me."
"Don't be silly, it was no trouble."
"I insist."
"Actually," I paused, unsure, "I'm a little embarrassed.  I only
helped because I felt guilty after, you know on the bus."  I felt the
blood rush to my cheeks and I started to go red.
"Hey, now who's being silly," she said, "The bus so full and we were
forced so close, I'd have been positively offended if I hadn't got a
reaction.  Now come on in and have a drink."
I relented and followed her through the door and up the stairs to her
home, carrying the bags of course.

It was a small flat, with a tiny little hallway leading off to four
rooms, which I assumed were kitchen, lounge, bathroom and bedroom.
She entered the hall and placed her bags on the floor.
"Just leave those there," she said with a hand wave to indicate where
she had left her bags, "Come with me and I'll put the kettle on."
I followed her through one of the doors, and was surprised to find it
was the bedroom.  No sooner had this fact registered with me than she
shut the door behind me and pressed me back against it.
"Oh, God," she said, her voice a deep growl, "ever since I felt that
big cock of yours poking into me on the bus, all I've been able to
think about was it pumping in and out of me."
She kissed me hard on the lips.  I was surprised at first, but settled
into it and kissed her back.  It was a short, but very passionate
kiss, before she broke away and reached down for my belt.
"Come on, let's see it," she said.
She fumbled in her haste to open up my trousers and free my cock, but
once it was out in the open, she held it in her hand and stared down
at it.
"It doesn't look that big, but it felt huge pressed up against me.
Perhaps I need a better look."
She dropped to her knees so that her head was level with my dick.  She
looked it over, examining it, before engulfing it in her mouth.  She
slurped noisily on it for a while, moving her head back and forth and
driving me insane.  I closed my eyes and leaned back on door, barley
able to stand but nevertheless enjoying the sensations she was
generating in my loins.  She ran her tongue in little circles my cock-
head, and sucked more dick into her mouth.
Suddenly she stopped and stood up again.  She looked me squarely in
the eye and licked her lips.
"I want you," she said, "I want you to fuck me."
"Fine by me," I said, "but first..."
I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, which was more
difficult than it sounds because my trousers were still around my
ankles.  When I finally got there, I dropped her on the bed, making
her bounce just a little.  I reached up and took hold of her panties,
pulling them down over her hips and off.
It was my turn to fall to my knees, and once there I pulled her
towards me so that her bum was on the edge of the bed.  I bunched her
dress up around her waist then dived in to attack her pussy.  I licked
along the length of her swollen lips, before dipping my tongue inside
her slick hole.  I revealed in her taste and the sounds coming out of
her mouth, she was enjoying my attentions.  I reached one hand up to
find the soft flesh of her tit.  I massaged it and squeezed the nipple
through the material of her dress and bra.  With my other hand, I
searched out her clit and began to rub it gently with my thumb, while
still licking inside her.  Her vocalisations became louder and she
reached down to grab my head, pulling me closer to her.
"Oh yeah, Come on, Oh yeah."
She began to move her hips against my mouth as I moved my tongue in
and out of her as if it was a tiny cock.  Her hips found the same
rhythm as my tongue, and she went from vague words of encouragement to
completely incomprehensible sounds.

I pulled away from her and stood up.  She whimpered her objection to
this action and reached up for me.  I shook my head at her, and pulled
my T-shirt up and over my head.  She got the idea and jumped up to her
knees, pulling her dress up and over her head.  She was kneeling on
the bed in only a lacy white bra, and she reached behind her back and
unclasped it while I watched.
She tossed the garment across the room.  I kicked off my trousers and
walked over to her on the bed.
"Turn around," I ordered.
She did, her pert little arse pointing at me.  I grabbed it and gave
it a squeeze.  She closed her eyes and moaned.  This time I slapped
her ass gently, causing the flesh of it to wobble.  She wiggled her
hips at me in response.
I fisted my cock and prepared to slip it into the beautiful blonde
girl on her hands and knees on the bed in front of me.  She turned her
head back to look at me and offered me some verbal encouragement.  It
was hard to believe that I had only met this girl an hour and a half
previously, and now she was urging me to fuck her.  I didn't even know
her surname!
"Come on baby, fuck me," she said.
I could wait no longer.  Ever since my cock had been pushed up against
her arse on the bus this was all I could think off.  I lined my cock
up with the entrance to her twat and pushed it in slowly.  She moaned
long and loud as I slid into her until my cock hit her cervix.  I
pulled out all the way as slowly as I had entered, then pushed back
all the way in quickly.  June gasped, as if my dick was forcing all
the air out of her body.
I slid out again and began to work up a rhythm, and still it was as if
the air was being forced out of her lungs, with each thrust she gasped
louder and louder.
I picked up the pace, humping her harder and faster.  Her cries became
louder and she lost control as her hips began to buck and writhe
against me.  She was cumming.  As the waves of orgasm ripped through
her, she pounded the bed with her fist and was almost screaming.
All this was too much for me.  I was already worked up, even before
entering her bedroom, but now I was ready to burst.  My hip movements
became erratic and the wires in my brain fused as my cock exploded and
I filled her with my seed.  Two, three, four strong squirts later I
was finished, and collapsed at her side.
June collapsed beside me, her arm draped across my chest.  We both
took deep breaths until eventually she propped herself up her elbow
and looked me in the eye.
"That was fantastic," she said, "I'm glad I took the bus today."
We both burst out laughing, and were overtaken by an uncontrollable
fit of giggling for a short time.
"Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked eventually, when she had
stopped laughing.
"Not at the moment," I replied.
"Well?" she said.
"Are you asking me out?"
"Kind of," she said, "It's just that I wouldn't normally sleep with a
guy until the fourth or fifth date, and since we've already
fucked...."
"You think we should go out on four or five dates to make up for it."
"Exactly."
I considered this for a moment.  I hardly knew June, but she seemed
quite nice, she was gorgeous AND she was a great lay.
"Sounds good to me," I said
"Great, what have you got planned for dinner tonight?"
"Nothing."
"Well I'll cook here, on one condition."
"What's that?" I asked.
"You buy the wine."

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**Disclaimer
This is a story about consenting adults, all of whom are over the
legal age of sexual consent in the UK, participating in acts of a
sexual nature.  It takes place in a world without the risk of disease
or unplanned pregnancy, and is not intended to encourage people to act
in this way out in the real world.  It is also not intended to
discourage similar behavior.  When all is said and done, it's your
body to do with as you will, just make sure you look after it, because
you only get one per lifetime.

**Copyright Notice
This work is Copyright 1998 Mark G. Everitt writing as knobbieknobbs.
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long as it is for personal use only (Personal being you and
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Feel free to repost in the newsgroup you found it or any other
appropriate newsgroup or not for profit website, but I would
appreciate an e-mail telling me you have reposted :->
This story should not, under any circumstances, be used to make a
profit by anyone other than the author and copyright holder.
This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or
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have been changed to protect the innocent and/or guilty.  It may or
may not be based on material that the author has or has not read,
seen, or otherwise experienced, in the past, present and/or future.
Any similarity between actual people and/or places, real or otherwise,
is probably coincidental, but on the other hand....

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