Chapter 2

It was midnight, the bus was dark, and the only lighting came from the floor guiding lights in the aisle. Everybody was already seated in their respective seats and had settled down into comfortable positions ready to endure the twelve-hour journey that lay ahead. The attendant a youthful looking olive skinned man guided me to the back of the bus, and waved me into my seat and wished me a pleasant journey. As he turned his tall but slim frame away, he took a long and leering looking at the people seated in front of me. I took no notice of it and I started to arrange my things about me, as I was lucky to have no one sit next to me or in the few seats ahead. I always like to choose the back of the bus for my journey's, as I like to read erotic stories to pass the time, and would have trouble trying to explain my constant erection to the other passengers. I took a quick look behind me, and the seating area was full of boxes and cartons of stuff, which I couldn't read the packaging for. But I smiled at my fortune as this was an area where the attendants usually napped and caused me to take evasive actions while reading my stories.

I had just taken my book out when, a slim hand, then bare arm reached up and buzzed for one of the attendants. I looked at the window reflection and made out the figure of a girl, and then through the gap in the seats saw the baby face of a guy, the girl's left.

"Yes, maam?" The slim attendant asked, his teeth glowing in the dark interior.

"Can I have a cola, and a bar of chocolate please." The girl said.

"Of course, and for you sir?" The attendant was still looking at the girl, even though he was talking to her boyfriend.

"Nothing for me, thanks." The boy said agitated that the attendant was staring at his girl.

The attendant turned and walked away, still smiling.

"What the hell is he looking at?" The boy grunted in the direction of his girlfriend.

"Mike, he's just doing his job darling," as she leant toward him, and I got to glance at her face, "just leave it Mike, ok, just relax I'm with you not him."

Looking in the window reflection I could make out that she was still leaned over him, and this was confirmed when I heard the sounds of kissing. Just then the attendant was back, and after waiting briefly for the girl to lean back into her seat, he leaned over the boyfriend to unlock the girl's dining table and place the two things she requested on it.

"Will that be all Maam?" The attendant grinned.

"Yes that's all thanks." The boyfriend intervened abruptly.

"Thank you." The girl said softly.

The attendant reluctantly pulled away and back to where all the other passengers were seated.

"Man, that guy's got a nerve!" Mike said angrily. "What a jerk." He aimed down the aisle at the attendant, who just happen to be looking back.

"Mike just let it alone alright." The girl again was trying to calm things down as her boyfriend was getting more and more agitated. "Hey, look at me babe, that's right, just calm down and give me all that passion and energy."

The girl knew how to prise the anger out of her boyfriend and within a minute they were kissing, right in the gap between their two seats. I saw the girl was wearing a pink headband holding back her short jet black hair and pink t-shirt which was loose and did not cover her shoulders. They looked as if they were in their twenties, but there baby speak to each other made me think otherwise. They gooed and gawed at eachother for ages and seemed permanently glued at the lips. I monitored the window reflection, and decided there was not going to be any serious action here for a while, so I took out a packet of wet wipes and proceeded in discreetly cleaning off the dried come from my underwear and skin. Every time I do this, the cooling feeling starts to fill out my cock, so I have to be really careful as to when I choose to do it. 'That's right, get your cock out on a passenger bus and give it a good clean and tug, while two people make out within a couple of feet of you!' I said to myself and couldn't help but smile. I'd just finished when I noticed the couple had stopped kissing, and the girl was staring back out of the window, drinking her cola. I searched for where her eyes were looking, and the pang in my balls and slight stiffening of my cock, I realised she was staring straight at my half-erect penis. I had stopped cleaning myself in the meantime, and this caused the girl to look up at me. Her eyes flashed, as one of the occasional stopping stations passed the side of our bus, as she continued to look, and this time it was back down at my growing erection. My erection would grow to 10" inches long and fill out to fat four inch circumference, had I not hurriedly put it away, and stuck a couple of wet wipes down onto my twitching balls. The next time I looked up, she was facing forward and munching on her bar of chocolate to my relief, as the last thing I needed was for a hysterical girl to start shouting 'Flasher!' and getting police involved.

I took my book, The Flaunted House, out and settled down to read it. When the couple in front started talking and giggling. They keep this up for ten minutes and I started to dread the fact that this girl might me telling her boyfriend about the 'pervert' in the back seat. I leaned slightly forward and saw from the reflection that they were both sat deep into their seats, with their knees propped against the empty seats in front.

"Have you ever done it in a public place?" Quizzed Mike. "You know where just the thought of someone catching you would send you into ecstasy."

"Nah, not me, I don't think I could do it," she whispered, "I feel humiliated just thinking about it."

"What if you knew had sex in a place where people were but you knew they couldn't see you?" He said quietly, making it very difficult for me to hear.

"I don't think so Mike," she muffled, "would you?"

"I would for sure, it must be seriously exciting, having sex while there's the possibility if getting caught with your pants down." He enthused breaking the whispering sequence.

Looking at the girl's reflection again, I noticed she was wearing a skirt, because as she had put her knees up against the seats in front she had involuntarily exposed her legs and half-bare ass to my vantage point and avid stares. Damn that was a cute ass, small and petite but perfectly formed with a little ledge where her ass met with the back of her thigh. I couldn't believe it or my luck as I continued to ogle her ass and listen to their conversation.

"Have you had any anal sex?" Mike throatily asked.

"Nope." The girl whispered.

"How about more than one guy?"

"Nope"

"Or been with another girl?"

"Not that either."

"Or how about your dog Maximus?"

"Fuck you Mike!" She stammered, "Mike that was disgusting ad I can't believe you even tried to ask such a stupid question!"

"Sorry Sara, just kidding." Mike said.

Mike tried to get a hold of her while trying to kiss her, but Sara had given Mike a quick punch to his stomach and that made him back off. They both sat there in silence for the next five minutes, as I continued to try to make out the details of Sara's ass and panties.

"I suppose I best get some shut-eye then Sara." Mike said.

"Yeah, I think it best." She said without turning her head toward him.

"Fine."

Mike sat up and reclined his seat, given me a fright, as I could clearing make out his face from the increased seat gaps. He was average looking guy with short cropped dark hair, and was wearing the usual white T and blue jeans. His frame was an average size but had the signs of a rounded and overweight belly.

Around thirty minutes had passed and the girl had not moved a muscle, which suited me down to the ground, and Mike was sound asleep and starting to snore slightly. I was on about page ten of my book and the heroine was in the process of getting horny with the resident ghost, when Sara propped herself up and stepped over Mike and stood in the aisle. She was about five-foot two inches tall, and was wearing nothing but pink. From her headband to her sneakers, soft pink shade. She stretched up toward the roof of the bus pushing her arms against her shoulder length ruler straight hair, and unsuspectingly showed off her body curves to me. Her breasts were small and just about a handful, and she was not wearing a bra underneath her loose t-shirt so her pointed nipples were plainly viewable. Sara's skirt was a loose affair that was around mid thigh in length. Its length gradually raised upward as she reached done in gymnastic fashion to touch her toes. The skirt rose all the way up to the edge of her pussy mound of which was sticking out from in between her thighs and firm butt cheeks. I made grab for my stiffening cock and rubbed at it through my trousers. It is was then when as she was pushing her head further down toward her legs and after having planted her breasts firmly against her legs, that I noticed the shine of one of her eyes from in between her knees, looking straight back at me. I didn't know where to look, so I just continued to dumbly stare at her pussy mound quivering under her pink skirt. And to my amazement, she just continued to stretch until she was done, and then stood tall up onto her tip toes and again reached for the roof of the bus. When she finished she pressed the attendant buzzer and waited for an attendant to appear. It was the slim guy that had been staring at her from before, and I saw from his name badge his name was Jackson. I pretended to read my book and hid behind its discreet cover and stared at their reflections.

"Yes Maam, what is it I can do for you this time?" Jackson's tone was lower and huskier than before.

"Can I have a cola and a bar of chocolate please." Sara smiled back at the grinning Jackson.

"Of course," Jackson stepped a little closer to Sara, "And that'll be all Maam will it?"

"Yes thank you," Sara insisted in a quiet tone, "cola and a chocolate please."

"Ok Maam, I hear you."

Jackson flashed out his two arms and grabbed the girl from her waist and pulled her into his slim frame. As her body met hers, her back was toward him and his crotch area was at about the height of her upper back, and his hands had relocated to around her shoulders, and is forearms were covering her breasts.

"Listen Pinky," he whispered and glanced over at me to see I was not looking, "let's not go waking up Mr Angry here or all hell will break loose."

"That's right!" Sara said as she aimed an elbow straight into Jackson's ribs and pushed her butt back against him at the same time, forcing him to stumble back and release her. "Yes, let's not go and create a situation, which will force one of us to call the police, and report an indecent assault."

The white's of Jackson's eyes burned an angry light in the dark bus, and shook his head affirmatively as he turned and made his way back down the aisle. I was still pretending to stare at the pages of my book, when Sara wide-eyed looked around the bus. Then with a deep sigh, she looked to sit down, but instead of getting back into her seat, she chose to sit in the seat to the left and the opposite side of the aisle to where I was. She slipped off her shoes and leaning back against the window, she stretched out her feet on the chair with the soles of them facing me. In fact, she was fully facing me. I could not use the reflection anymore, as when I tried to look at her there I would get the reflection of me staring back at me. This called for drastic action, ad I reached into my bag without looking at her at all, and pulled out black nightshades for sleeping. I had customised these so that even though they looked like the real deal, which meant that you could not see out of them, I had in fact, tampered with them so I could see out of them, and without ever creating any suspicion in the people I was watching them. I slipped them over my eyes and pretending to sleep. And after moving my head around a couple of times, I turned my head and body left, to stare at Sara, as she sat there fidgeting with her nails.

Just as I was falling asleep, Sara jerked as if frightened in her sleep, and the result was that her legs had spread a little wider than before and meant that I could see her light coloured underwear. I tried to look a little closer and lifted the eyeshades for a second, and decided that I could definitely see the dark outline of her pussy hair. She moved again and I dropped the eyeshades immediately, and this time her leg sat up bent at the knee, while the other was still outstretched. Her pussy mound was in plain view, and she had signs of some dark pussy hair edging out of the sides of her either pink or white lacy underwear. There was a small piss stain on underwear indicating the entrance of her pussy, and as the skirt dropped back down her lifted knee and crumpled up around her waist, I gawped at her slim thighs and toned stomach just above her pussy. She had a tattoo there, which I couldn't make out. She continued to jerk and mutter in her half sleep, but I couldn't make out what was being said.

Her nipples were hard and stiff as they pointed straight out from under her thin t-shirt.

"Back ... naww ... you," she moaned again but I couldn't make sense of it, "fst ... do ... ye ... br."

I decided I needed to get a little closer to hear what she was saying. Putting my book down, I slipped the nightshades up onto my forehead and peered down the isle to see if anyone was there or looking up this end of the bus. It was dark and I could only see the isle lights and the headlights the occasional car on the other side of the freeway out of the front widescreen. I spotted no people at all. Not even Jackson, who must be licking his wounds from his incident with Sara. Crouching I took one last look at Mike who had his back turned toward the isle and was still breathing heavily in deep sleep. I got down on hands and knees, and edged over to where Sara was laying. I was almost touching Sara's bent leg as I tried to get into the gap between her and the seats in front. I could smell her flowery perfume, and couldn't help but leer at her exposed underwear and pointed nipples. I moved my head closer to catch exactly what see was saying in her sleep, and my ear hovered a couple of inches away from her lipstick covered lips. Her breathing was rapid and made wheezy noises, and I could feel the hot air of her breath as she exhaled.

"No ... no way ... you can't," she moaned, "fuck stop ... don't..."

There was no mistaking what she was saying this time, and she was obviously having some kind of sexual dream. I leaned in closer still, and was peering down her pink top as I did so.

Her skin smelt like a much of roses, and I had in my attempt to get closer inadvertently pushed my waist against her hip and ass. I felt the warmth of her body and my cock immediately started to fill out and search for the way out of my trousers.

"Kiss me ... that's it ... oh yeh," she let out a throaty moan, "yeh, that's it ... bite it."

Her hand, which had been resting on her stomach, sprang into action and went straight to her breast, and through the cotton t-shirt she massaged and manipulated it. I sharply lifted my head away, as I thought she was going to hit me with her hand, and was now leaned back a foot away from her sexually excited quivering body. I watched as she moved both her hands to her breasts and pushed and pulled against the material. Her nipples stood out firmly to her touching.