I Fucked on the Bus Trip

Chapter 5

With vacation time, plane tickets were ridiculously expensive. Driving alone wasn't a practical option, considering all the costs involved, including parking and getting around Greater São Paulo. So I decided to take the bus for my trip, using Uber or the subway to move around the city. I was excited to visit some friends from grad school who lived there, and the thought of seeing them again had me pumped.

I bought a ticket on one of those big double-decker tour buses, something I'd never tried before. I was impressed by the comfort and the sense of privacy it offered.

My plan was to travel overnight, trying to sleep as much as possible so I'd be energized enough to meet my friends in the morning.

When I got on the bus, I noticed less than a third of the seats were taken. The driver said there'd been a last-minute cancellation from a group, and we wouldn't have more than a dozen fellow passengers.

I boarded the bus loaded down with my backpack, pillows, blankets, and a bag of snacks for the ride. I was trying to keep my balance and not bump into other people, but I ended up colliding with the guy ahead of me in the aisle. When he turned to face me, I was stunned.

"God, how had I not noticed this masterpiece before?" I thought.

He was just stunning, with green eyes, a square jaw, a fit physique, a charming voice, and a delicious scent. And that smile... I was totally speechless, trying to process what was right in front of me. Obviously, I gave him a good once-over like I always do! I laughed nervously and asked for his help, and he immediately grabbed some of my stuff and walked me to my seat.

After stowing my things in the compartment, I sat down in my seat and started some small talk to see where it could lead. And, as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold: I found out his seat was across the aisle from mine!

During the first hour of the trip, we had an interesting chat. He told me about his life and plans, and I shared about my trip to São Paulo. To avoid bothering people, I invited him to sit next to me so we wouldn't annoy everyone with our conversation.

Here, I'll skip the part where he started flirting hard—I'd been into him since the moment I bumped into him the first time, but I was impressed to see the guy putting in the effort with me.

Our first kiss was awkward, the bus rocking as our mouths got to know each other. I suggested we recline the seats a bit, and I threw a little blanket over us—I had some really good plans for this trip.

Under the blanket, I ran my hand over his chest while kissing him and noticed his hand shyly sliding down to my thigh, looking for a place to settle. I let out some moans to signal he could keep going, and to make it crystal clear what I wanted, I slid my hand down and squeezed his cock over his shorts. He smiled.

His hand, while he kissed my neck, roamed up and down my body, squeezing my breast then sliding down to my thighs in a cycle. Already bored with the guy's slowness, I took off my bra, pulled down my blouse strap, and pushed his head so he could suck on my tit.

God, the heat in that moment! I couldn't close my eyes; I was on alert in case any passenger walked down the aisle.

I pressed his head hard against my tits, and he kissed and sucked intensely, alternating between soft kisses and little sucks. I told him to pull down his shorts and underwear, grabbed his cock, and started a slow stroke—it was rock-hard and hot, my touch feeling the sticky precum on the head, and it was a good size. I gave him a solid handjob and looked into his eyes:

"You liking this?"

I asked with a smile, my voice low and a naughty look on my face.

"Stop! Or I'm gonna cum."

He said, almost whispering.

"Not yet, easy there, boy!"

I commanded and let go of his cock. I took off my panties. I was basically naked now, my blouse pulled down to my belly and my skirt hiked all the way up.

Even though the bed had curtains, a nosy passenger could still see what we were doing. We reclined our seats, and I spread one leg as best I could. Like a starving man, he went straight down to my crotch, licking and sucking me, his fingers already wet from me, gripping my thighs as he tried to shove his head deeper between my legs. His barely stubbled chin scratched in a good way, and he knew it because he rubbed it lightly against my skin. I felt when his tongue found my clit—my body reacted right away, I arched up, holding back a scream that would've been loud if I hadn't covered my mouth with my hand. His two fingers inside me moved slowly and firmly in a rhythmic motion; he seemed to know what he was doing. I was soaking wet, and the musky scent of sex was filling the air. When he mumbled something about a condom, I came so hard I didn't catch exactly what he said. My orgasm built slow and steady, the kind that lingers at a high level for a while, you know? But when it hit, it was powerful, intense, and overwhelming. I felt my muscles clenching, and I shoved his head away hard, keeping him at bay for a few seconds with my palm flat while I caught my breath.

"Fuck, that was so good!"

I said, trying to breathe and fixing my messy hair. I was sweating in the bus's cold air. I felt a bit awkward next to him for a moment; I was a little embarrassed, I admit. I fixed my blouse, and he said:

"Can I put it in?"

He had a condom in his hand and a pleading look on his face.

"Oh man!"

I thought to myself. That had a huge chance of going wrong, but you know what?

"Put it on already, kid!"

While he opened the condom. I remembered to suck him off—I always get pissed if I hook up with a guy and don't at least give him a little head; don't judge me, I love it.

It was quick. I went down, giving him a little stroke and checking out his cock—it was circumcised, didn't smell bad, thick, and a good length. I gave him the best blowjob of his life. I started by licking the head all wet so my hand could slide easy, then took the head in my mouth—it was hot, his skin soft and smooth. Feeling that thing in my mouth made my lips tingle with heat. With my fingers, I scratched the skin of his balls, and to test him, I lightly ran the tip of my finger over his ass—when I did that, he spread his legs a bit more...

"I knew it, if he spreads his legs, he likes a finger!"

I thought, laughing to myself, but this wasn't the time for that—I didn't want ass smell on my finger in the middle of the bus!

Moments later, he put on the condom, and I turned on my side. The guy spread my ass cheeks, and I felt his cock rubbing against my crack, looking for the spot. He poked the wrong place at first, but I guided him to the right one. When he entered, it was all at once, no mercy! It sounded like a rock hitting the water in a lake. At that moment, I'm sure the whole bus heard a weird noise; I wasn't even thinking about the other passengers anymore. He pounded me hard, I arched up as best I could, feeling his cock deep in my flesh—his thrusts were fast, my eyes were rolling back, and a piece of the blanket was stuffed in my mouth so I wouldn't scream. When he got tired, still on our sides, I ground back on his cock as much as I could, feeling the tip deep inside me, causing little cramps.

At a moment I wasn't expecting, he came. I felt his body go soft and give little shudders behind me; he let out a hot laugh in my ear. I was mildly satisfied. We straightened ourselves up, and the rest of the trip I'll tell another day.