Long journeys are always a piss off especially if you are used to taking the same route and nothing still fascinates you along the way.
I thought it was going to be the same usual boring journey, and not that I had a choice, I had to travel because of what awaited me in Kabarole, my girlfriend. It had been a while since I had tasted her pussy juices and my guess was that she was most probably dripping in anticipation of my arrival to town.
I boarded the bus at 6 pm with the assurance that this dark cloud had a silver lining right behind it. However, the gods didn’t see it my way, they put the silver lining right in front not behind and there I was seated in the two seater section of the bus and she shows up. She was like nothing I had ever seen. The body was a wonder to behold, the cleavage very clear, face so pretty and was wondering where to seat as she moved through the bus corridor turning faces of horny men. Right next to me is where she sat.
“Hello” she greeted me as she took her seat. “Do you really mind if I took the seat next to the window?” she politely asked. “Anything for a beautiful lady” I offered.
“So what takes you to the west?” I asked to start the conversation and being the kind of guy that likes to eat anything that lingers in his eye, I am talkative and funny by default. She was laughing and smiling for the next two hours during the five hour journey. It was clear we were both having a good time and more so, my pants were really excited.
“Solo, I am feeling sleepy can I rest on your lap?” this hit me hard as I reluctantly accepted because my massive warm blooded python was resting on the same laps she wanted to put her head on. Nevertheless, come what may I thought to myself, let her rest after all sharing isn’t bad. I could tell that she felt my massive cock on her cheek but she didn’t care. Bus too dark inside, thoughts running through my confused head, my zipper starts unzipping and next thing I knew there was warmth allover my weapon. Perfect stroking, perfect massaging it was a blow job to recall.
Slipping my hands under her dress, down to her inner panties and deep into her moist pussy, I needed to return the favor. The little mourning went unnoticed given that everyone on bus was dead asleep. I had had the foreplay, the main course awaited me on arrival.
Her boyfriend picked her from the bus stop on arrival as I headed home to complete what she had started. I watched her kiss him on the lips as soon as we arrived and I said to myself, “after God, fear women my friend.”
