Bus Ride to a New World
Copyright© 2008 by Bim Bim
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - This is an account of summer break that turned into a bus ride to my deepest sex fantasies. I couldn't believe my luck. I guess was just in the right place, at the right time. This is the start of a new life for me, and the people that I bump into.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Blackmail Heterosexual Cheating Swinging Group Sex Orgy Interracial White Couple White Male Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Pregnancy Exhibitionism Voyeurism Size Hairy
"Hey Mister, get up... ," a man voice said.
Blinking rapidly I adjusted my eyes to the bright lights of the coach which had been turned on. I peered up at the silhouette of the man, and as he leaned downward made out the uniform of an attendant and then the distinct features of Jackson.
"Listen we need to have a little talk, man to man," he said, "I don't know how you managed to get into Pinky's panties, but I don't care about that now," he carried on as I glanced at the window reflection to note that Mike or Sara where not there and the fact the bus was strationary, "but I want some too."
I looked back up at Jackson and just dumbly nodded in agreement, and straightened up into a upright seated position.
"Now Mister, we've at just stopped for fifteen minutes but at the next stop we will stop for forty-five because it'll be 8am and people want to have breakfast and stuff ... all you have to do is get a message to Pinky to say that she has to go to the toilet on the first floor marked for disabled people only ... you got that Mister?"
I nodded again.
"Remember, get Pinky to the first floor disabled toilet at the next stop." He smiled as he wandered away down the isle.
Closing my eyes I was thinking that this was part of a wild dream and I'd open them up and everything would be ok. I reopened them to find, Sara (or Pinky as Jackson christened her), walking up the aisle toward me wide-eyed and with teeth clenched hard exposing her jaw muscles from out below her high cheek bones. Her boyfriend was behind her taking a good look at her ass as she was walking. She got to their seats and gave me one last stare before she snarled and lifting her slim nose into the air, jerked her head forward with disgust and took her seat. I raised my eyebrows and realised it was all for real and Jackson had indeed given me a message to give to Sara, and the fact that I had fucked her hot and very tight pussy a couple of hours before. I looked at the seats where the act took place and saw the dried white semen on the headrest of one of them. I looked down at my watch and it said 4.20am, as the bus rolled back onto the highway and onward to the next stop.
"What's the matter Sara?" Mike asked. "Are you still mad at me?"
Sara was staring straight back at me through the window reflection, when said, "I'm fine babe, I'm just a little tired as I didn't get much sleep," she glared at me, "I'll me fine."
"Ok darling, just wanted to make sure all is good," as he went to draw her into a hug, "come on darling just a little hug for old Porky here." He pleaded.
"Babe, I'm tired and need to sleep."
"Ok sweetness, love you." He said as he kissed her exposed shoulder and sank back down into his seat.
"Thanks babe, luv you too." She mumbled as she closed her eyes.
As I was trying to think of a way to get the message to Sara without Mike finding out and without getting my head torn off from the very angry girl, I fell asleep again. I must have been having a nightmare as I jumped up abruptly from my sleep and wildly looked around, only to find myself sweating and drooling, and no other signs of movement on the bus. I couldn't recall all the dream, but I clearly had visions of an angry deranged security guard, who looked Fred from the bus station, slapping me abut the head with a giant inflatable paddle. I cringed and shook my head as I looked at my watch in a sudden panic attack and read 7.30am from its white face and black hands. 'Shit' I thought to myself as I had only thirty minutes before the planned next stop, 'need to get the message to Sara or else'. I looked at the window reflection the Sara's direction to see here curled up with eyes closed, then looked in between to the seats in front to gaze at Mike who was reading some boys magazine, opened up at a page featuring some busty blonde advertising the latest two-seater sports car. I looked hard at the girl as she had a remarkable resemblance to the college teen Chel, before snapping back to the trouble in hand, Sara. I rummaged in my bag taking out my eyeshades, book, and wet wipes in the process, then finding what I was looking for stashed them back in. I had a pen in my hand and looked about for something write on. Looking behind me I again spotted the stored boxes of various sizes stacked on the back seat, and reached out toward them and tried to rip a small piece of the one nearest to me without anyone noticing me. Mike was still engrossed in the Chel look-alike as I succeeded in removing one of the box labels and was carefully lowering myself back into my seat. I wrote on the crumpled white label, 'You need to come with me at the next stop, ALONE'. I re-read it, and reached forward between Sara's seat and the window and touched the note on her hair. She moved her head very slightly and not in the least bit surprised or frightened, and without awaking any interest in Mike she took the note from my hand and screwed in up into the palm of her hand. I leaned back into my seat and waited.
The sun had been up for an hour or so and was shining brightly onto the road causing heat shimmers and off the passing cars and trucks causing the occasional flashes of exceptionally bright white light. The bus was slowing down, and my heart started to pump faster and I was beginning to fidget as droplets of water formed on my forehead and I started to feel the uncomfortable dampness in the small of my back. The bus pulled in to a bay flanked either side by two similar buses, and came to a smooth stop. The lights zapped on and there was an instant commotion of people toward the front of the bus and they raced out to the announcement of the driver telling them that they had only forty-five minutes to eat, shop and be back at the bus, before he drives off. I had to do something, so I stood replaced my pen in my bag and placed it in the overhead compartment, and stepped into the isle. I reached up the roof to stretch and was instantly reminded of Sara's doing her stretching routine, and abruptly dropped my arms to my side. I walked forward and did not glance toward Sara or Mike as I passed them and started to step down off the bus. I was confronted my Jackson who glared at me through half open eyes and with a slow deliberately nodding head. He continued to stare at me as I briefly glanced back at the bus from the entrance of the shopping mall. I passed through the automatic doors and stepped gingerly through the security gate and past the welcoming guard, who was sporting an ear to ear grin, similar to the one you would have if this were your first job after college. Looking around and sought the escalator to the first floor and where I was supposed to meet Jackson. I had not walked ten meters when Sara and Mike walked past me and headed toward a parade of shops.
"Yeh sweetness, let me buy you something nice ... it'll make you feel SO much better." Mike sad cheerfully.
"You don't have babe."
"No I insist." Mike said as he held Sara's hand and dragged her behind him.
At this point she turned to look at me and saw that I was following them and trying to keep up with Mike's frantic pace.
"Here we are darling," Mike exhaled, "Plush!"
He had stopped outside one of the most expensive shoe stores in the country, and stood very pleased with himself as Sara jolted to a halt at his side, and stared into the pastel coloured shop front and exclusive array of luxurious shoes.
"Mike, this place is way to expensive, let's forget it." She pleaded.
"No way honey, it's my treat." he said as he pulled her into the store.
I strolled in behind them and made my way over to the men's section and pretended to browse at the shoes. Mike still had Sara my the hand as they wandered from shoe to shoe, when a tall black girl with her hair slicked back onto her head, stepped forward and offered her assistance. I could see Mike telling the girl this and that with his arms flapping at his side and his facial features dancing around on his face. Sara was moodily looking around the shop and only briefly stopped to frown at me.
The assistant was wearing a tailored white shirt buttoned to halfway down exposing the upper curves of her breasts, which I caught Mike ogling at a couple of times when Sara wasn't looking. The assistant walked away from the pair as Mike continued to stare at her tight butt in the black mini skirt, and continued to stare as she returned with a couple of shoe boxes pressed up against her breasts. All the attendants were dressed in the same uniform and all had the hair tied back with their shirt buttons undone to about halfway down and tight mini skirts revealing their upper thighs.
"Can I help you Sir?" A girl said.
"Err ... just looking I was ... err." I said turning to look at the assistant who was standing to my side.
"I can see that," she said under breath, "is there anything you'd like to look at Sir?"
"Err ... no..." I said and looked again the assistant who had now moved in front of me and blocked my view of Mike and Sara.
"Are you sure Sir, I'm sure I can show you something that would interest you."
It was the way she said it that got my attention, and I looked at the girl's eyes to try and extract exactly what she was implying. Her hazel eyes looked back and the red highlights shone brightly under the store lighting as she picked up a pair of shoes.
"What about these Sir, these would suit you, would you like to try them on?" She smiled.
"What size are you Sir?"
I cannot remember telling her my shoe size but she had walked away, and was back in an instant with an open shoebox directing me to take a seat. I looked over at Mike and Sara, and saw that she was trying a pair of pink shoes on, while Mike was glued to the assistant's breasts, which were even more exposed as she had knelt down in front of the two of them the place the shoe on Sara's small foot. I could see the outer edges of the assistant's nipple edging out of her bra from where I was, so Mike must have been tempted to reach out and touch them where he was. Sara stood up to walk in the shoe and walked toward a mirror, but the black assistant smiled at Mike and chose to stay where she was sitting back down onto her heels which took her already short skirt into a crumpled heap around her hips giving Mike a clear view of between her legs. Mike continued to stare at the assistant as she slightly parted her knees to allow him a better view.
"How's that Sir?" the assistant looking after me said as she looked at me smiling.
Nodding approval I looked back down at her, as she had one knee on the floor while the other was slightly elevated. My eyes darted back and forth between her rounded naked breast flesh squeezed into tight white laced bra and her stark white thighs sticking out of the black skirt. I settled for staring at between her legs, and she knowingly parted her knees slightly to uncover the skin coloured and see thru panties. Her clearly visible pussy hair was shaped into a heart with the point of the heart finishing at where her pussy lips started. My cock itched upward and started to fill out the front of my trousers, which was pointing at the girl's face, which was not two feet away from my expanding cock. The assistant smiled at seeing my erection take shape and taking off the shoe she had placed on my foot, she placed my socked cover foot on her naked thigh and stroked it as if it were a cock.
"How's that Sir?" She whispered as she continued to rub my foot and moved it over her naked flesh.
"Errr ... no thanks ... sorry, another day maybe..." I said as I yanked my foot out of her hands, tried to get it back into my shoe, and once it was half on I shuffled out of the store. Mike and Sara had already completed their transaction and had just swung out of the store with a new bag in hand with Mike still gawping back at the black assistant. I glanced back into the shop window as I followed the couple to see my assistant glaring at me and throwing the shoes that I had tried on across the empty shop floor, toward the other smiling assistant. Mike and Sara had stopped and were talking while I was still looking in the shop, when I almost crashed in the back of them, only managing to divert my momentum away from a three-way collision in the blink of an eye.
"Yeah no problem babe, it needs a cut anyway," she said, "I'll just see you back at the bus ok?"
"Only if that's ok with you sweetness," Mike cooed and kissed Sara on her cheek, "it shouldn't take too long."
"Right babe see you soon, luv you." Sara winked at Mike and blew him a kiss as she walked away.
Mike left Sara and walked in to a barbers shop and taking a seat in the high chair and was starting to explain what kind of haircut he wanted to the barber, when I turned to see Sara wander off.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" I said scuttling up behind her and holding her wrist.
"Look, you fucking pervert! Get the fuck away from me or else I'll scream." She growled.
"Listen Sara," I said as she looked back at me shocked that I knew her name, "we've got somewhere to be and I got instructions to get you there or else lover boy gets the pics of you."
"Fuck off dickhead!"
"Ok then Sara, I'll just go back and get Mike to come with me and take a look at those pictures shall I?" I snarled back at her, and turned back in the direction of the barbers shop.
"You bastard, I hate you!" She growled at me while grabbing at my arm and stopping me from taking another step.
"Right then Sara, let's go shall we."
Pointing the way forward, we arrived at the escalators and slide up to the first floor. Looking around I spotted the sign for the WC's and pointed again to Sara and guided her in that direction.
"Where are you taking me?" She hissed as her body shook.
"Just keep walking and we'll be there in a second." I said impatiently looking forward to getting myself out of this mess.
We had passed the WC's for men and women and were about twenty feet from them when I spotted the one for disabled people, the one I was to bring Sara to. There was an 'Out of order' sign on the door as I pushed the apprehensive Sara through it and into the toilet.
"What you do that for?" Sara cried while trying to regain her balance.
"Hello Pinky." Jackson said.
"What the hell?" She said as she looked around the room to see Jackson sitting on the lower than usual washbasin and an old man cleaner who was mopping the floor at the end of the small room.
"Where's Mike Masson, Pinky?" Jackson asked.
"Look just leave us alone or else I'll..."
"Or else what Pinky, what you going to do?" Jackson said sneering at her. "You have no choices left, so shut the fuck up and show me what lover boy has bought you from that really expensive store."
I had completely overlooked the bag she was carrying in my haste to get her here and was now stood observing the unfolding events without being able to move a muscle a leave. Sara, look down to the floor and shook her head from side to side.
"Come on Pinky, we have exactly forty minutes left, so don't waste time." He glared at her and moving forward snatched the bag out of limp hand and proceeded to take the shoebox out of it. "Well now what do we have here?" He grinned as he exposed a pair of pink open toed five-inch high heels.
"Put these on!" He growled.
Sara was still looking at the floor shaking her head, when Jackson threw the shoes down onto floor in front of her. Jackson leaned back onto the washbasin and looked at Sara.
"Don't wanna do it hey?" Jackson said softly. "No problem. Hey Joe, put the shoes on for the lady will you." Jackson said while looking at the old man who'd finished mopping and was just standing there looking at Sara with mop in hand.
The cleaner was at least seventy years old, and his untidy grey moustache was an overgrown orchard sticking out from under his nose, as he placed the mop to his side and edged forward toward Sara. He shuffled the white clogs he had on his feet forward and tugged at his green all in one uniform, the kind that had snap-on buttons all the way down the front and made his grey hair, which was thick and in the same mess as his facial hair stand out even more than it should. He was frail thin and I could see his veins through his transparent skin on his forearms and on his sagging and wrinkled face like I was reading a road map.
"Come on Joe, what you waiting for?" Jackson goaded the old man.
There were signs of activity in his trouser area but I thought it nothing, as I looked at the frail man eventually get to where Sara was standing. He knelt down in front of her and looked straight up at Sara as he did so, and then back down to the pink high heels on the floor. He reached is hairy hands forward and gently grabbed the left foot of Sara and slipped off her shoe, with no resistance from her. His head was at the same height of where Sara's pussy was and he had at least a couple of glances in that direction, while he removed her other shoe. Sara meanwhile was still shaking her head mumbling to herself, and staring downward toward the greasy hair of this old man kneeling in front of her. I was standing there behind her but caught in the mirror when she recoiled and her body slightly shook when the old man had touched her feet again, and she moved her hips back as she caught him trying to stare up her skirt.
Jackson smiled as the old man slipped one of the pink high heels onto Sara's foot and proceeded to lift her foot and leg a little higher to brazenly stare at her pink panties and pussy hairs which I knew seeped out from its sides. Sara pushed her foot down and the room was filled with the clicking sound of the high heel as it smacked the marble floor. The old man was startled aback by Sara's abrupt movement and was hesitant as he looked at the other shoe on the floor.
"Hey Pinky, show some respect to old man Joe, or else" Jackson grunted at Sara.
The old man licked his lips as he heard Jackson speak and was filled with renewed confidence, and there was definitely movement in his trousers as he cock twitched. Sara stood quietly and limply as the old man reached forward and stroked the back of her calf and very slowly edged down to her foot. He grabbed as much of her flesh as he could before he slipped her foot into the other high heel and slightly lifted her leg again to lift her pink skirt and again set his eyes on her hairy pink covered pussy. The old man leered at Sara's panties and lifted her knee a little higher and wider to allow the escape of some of her dark pussy hairs out of the sides of the panties. He licked his lips once more as he suddenly reached forward with both hands and grabbed at her ass cheeks and buried his nose into her covered pussy mound. I could see his hands claw at her ass cheeks searching for the gap between them and could see his head shake from side to side as if he'd found water after a week in the desert. Now there was definitely a pole like erection in his overalls and of impressive dimensions for an old man of seventy odd.
"Get away ... you dirty old man, you're my fucking granddad's age, fucking perv." Sara snarled and pushed the old man back down onto the bathroom floor and scuttling him backward toward his mop and bucket.
The old man's eyes darted around the room and his head sank between his shoulders as he slowly regained his stability and stood up leaning on the closet door.
"Now that was not nice Pinky, Joe here was only trying to be friendly." Jackson said laughing. "Pinky, it's time to see you properly," Jackson grinned nastily "take your clothes off."
Jackson waited for her to undress, but she was motionless and showed no signs of moving.
"So it's going to be like that is it? Jackson grinned again. "Hey Mister, grab her still will you."
Sara resumed her limp and quiet state when I approached her from behind and took hold of her upper arms and stood within an inch of her rounded butt sticking out toward my groin area.
"Fine, not a problem. Joe here will be more than happy to take your clothes off, won't you Joe?" Jackson said looking over at the old man.
Sara was still motionless and continued to shale her head and stare at the floor. Joe shuffled his clogs forward with more intent in his steps and his eyes squinted and licked his lips repeatedly as he got to Sara. His hands were shaking violently as he reached for the side button of her skirt, and I was very surprised when he actually undid it. He dragged on the zip and I had to grab Sara tighter as she tried to move away from the old man's hands, and ended up with my growing erection pushing into her ass cheeks. The old man kneeled and pulled down on the loose skirt to reveal Sara's pink panties and pussy mound, and just as before planted his nose again firmly into it. Sara jolted backward and harder onto my thickening cock, but could not get away from the old man's large nose or his hands which clawed at her naked hips. He pulled her onto his nose and wrinkly face. The old man took one more deep breath in of Sara's musky scent and stood up in front of her again smirking at her as he did so.
He reached for the bottom of Sara's t-shirt and lifted it up exposing her breasts to his greedy eyes but got stuck as I had hold of her arms which meant he could not remove it. I changed my position and circled my arms around her waist instead, allowing the old man to lift the t- shirt over her breasts and off over her head. Sara squirmed as the old man grabbed roughly at her exposed breasts and licked lips once again before pinching her nipple and smacking his face into her other breast. The old man's greasy hair came into contact with Sara's mouth and the taste and smell of it made her heave and buck violently against my fully erect and fat cock. The old man licked greedily at Sara's breasts and toyed with the other, and managed to get them both erect and stick straight out of her firm breasts. He feasted on her nipples and bit on them hard.
"Stop ... you fucking animal!" She cried out.
The old man bit a little harder and dug his long nails into her rounded flesh.
"Arggghhh, you pervert ... Argghh!."
The old man massaged one breast and he licked and circled the nipple of the other, while I continued to drive my cock deeper into her ass cheeks. I was of course desperate to get it out and stick it in between her legs. Sara was pushing back onto my cock now as the old man's actions were beginning to take effect and stimulate her.
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