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I’m sitting on the bus, waiting to get home, when you approach me. You say you’ve been watching me for weeks and that you’re dying to know more about me. You find me totally sexy, and you confess that you want me.

I smile and tell you that I’ve noticed you, too. And it’s not a lie. You always have your headphones on and noth­ing seems to phase you, but I see you staring at me all the time as we ride the bus to and from work together. Sometimes, at night, you ride past your own stop because you’re too busy looking at me to realise where we are. If I weren’t going to the last stop, I’d probably do the same thing.

I tell you that you should stay on the bus tonight and come home with me. I’m being a bit forward, but you don’t seem to mind, and you agree immediately. For the rest of the ride, I play it cool, but the truth is I can’t wait to get you alone in my apartment. I’ve been waiting weeks, months, to find out who you are, and now that we’ve met-though I still don’t know your name-I want so much more.

When the bus comes to its final stop, I practically shove you down the stairs and drag you around the corner to my place. You’re not moving fast enough, and I’m already getting impatient. It’s a good thing my apartment is close by, and soon enough I have you inside, pressed up against the door as I attack your lips with my own.

You react instantly, wrapping your arms securely around me and pulling me flush against your body. Your hands slide up and down my back, each time going lower and lower until you’re cupping my butt through my slacks. Feeling your hands on me makes me want you more, and I wish I’d worn a skirt so I could feel your hands on my skin. But we can solve that problem easily by just taking off our clothes, and I start by unzipping your pants, giving you the go-ahead to take off my clothes, too.

It doesn’t take us long to undress each other. We’ve both been waiting for this for so long that we practically tear each other’s shirts off in our haste to get down to business. When we’re finally in just our underwear, I pull away from you long enough to lead you to my bedroom.

We resume our kiss as we remove the last few articles of clothing and then stumble over to my bed. You take charge now, gently pushing me down onto the mattress before climbing onto the queen size with me. You kiss me hotly before sliding down my body, leaving a trail of kisses as you go. When you reach your final destination-my ach­ing pussy-you start planting wet, open-mouthed kisses all over it before diving in for a real taste. Your tongue darts between my lips and I squirm as I feel you teasing me, licking and suck­ing as your warm breath tickles me.

You devour me as if I’m the most tasty treat you’ve ever had, and I can’t help moaning and squirming as you continue the sweet torture. I can feel myself getting closer to my peak as you eat me up, and I love how you know what I need right now almost instinctively.

After only a few more minutes of your tantalising tongue work, I’m com­ing. I sigh as I go over the edge, and I writhe beneath you, my hips mashing against your face as I try to get closer to your talented mouth. You don’t let me enjoy it too much, though, before you slither up my body and start to kiss me again, letting me taste myself on your lips. I’ve never done that before, and the taste of my tart juices on your tongue makes our kiss so much hotter.

While we’re busy making out, I reach between our bodies and guide your rock-hard dick to my pussy. I want you inside of me sooner rather than later, and you shift your hips to help me in my efforts. As soon as I have you posi­tioned at my entrance, you start to push into me, and as you slide inside, inch by inch, I feel myself getting more aroused. You have a fat dick, and I start to feel full immediately.

When you start pumping between my thighs, I’m in heaven. It’s like your cock was made just for me, and you hit all the right spots as you move inside me. You alternate your speeds, going from fast and hard to slow and gentle, over and over, and it draws out the pleasure, keeping me on edge and making me wonder what’s next.

My hands travel along your sides and over your back as you fuck me; I just can’t seem to stop touching you. But it seems like you’re having the same problem, as you keep trying to kiss me or suckle my tits as you hover over me, constantly pumping in and out of my slick vagina.

Eventually, neither one of us can take the teasing anymore, and you pick up your pace, moving hard and fast again, this time without stopping. It doesn’t take long now, and before I know it, I’m crying out as I explode, my juices flooding my pussy and my body writhing in ecstasy. You follow close behind, and when you come, I feel every spurt as you fill me with your cream. I can’t remember the last time I had such a wonderful orgasm!

Our bodies keep moving together until we’re both spent, and then you collapse onto me, your weight pushing me into the mattress with a delicious pressure. You stay inside me, too, not pulling out until we shift onto our sides to cuddle a bit.

Afterward, we get up and you wash and dress, preparing to leave. As I walk you to the door, you tell me you’ll see me on the bus tomorrow, and I smile as I think about how much I’m going to enjoy my commute from now on.

Then you open the door and disappear into the hallway. Just as you turn the corner, I realise I don’t know your name, but you’re already gone. Maybe I’ll remember to ask next time.

-Nicole, Bondi Junction, NSW

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