Work Bus Boobies 1

Emily boarded the bus already sweating, having sprinted after it and just managed to catch it in time. Relief mixed with residual heat as she stepped inside. Her blouse had shifted open a little at the top during the run, and her short skirt had ridden higher up her thighs.

 Sweat darkened the front of her blouse, and the thin fabric clung enough to show the hard points of her nipples. She hadn’t worn a bra.

Finally. I hope I’m not late for work.

She thought 

The bus was nearly empty...two men near the front and one alone toward the back. 

The two men sitting near the front turned their heads at the same time. Their eyes dropped to her chest and stayed there. Emily noticed. She gave them a flat, stern look before moving farther down the aisle.

The men glanced at each other and both smiled.

“Damn, she looks good,” one muttered under his breath.

“I know. Her boobs are so big. I’d give up your life to suck them,” the other answered.

The first man nodded, then blinked as the words sank in.

“What?!”

She decided to sit beside the man at the rear. As she walked down the aisle she tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it back into place.

The bus suddenly drifted hard. Everything lurched. Emily lost her balance and dropped straight down, landing on something solid. The impact left her momentarily dazed.

Damn, that shake was crazy.

Then she felt it..something firm beneath her, shifting, twitching against her ass.

“Um…”

A voice came from behind her. She twisted around and saw the man’s face. She was sitting fully on his lap. Heat flooded her cheeks.

Oh. How did I not notice that?

She thought panicking...

“Oh my,” she muttered. His cock twitched again under her. She scrambled to her feet at once.

“I’m sorry… sir. I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry also… I can't control my...”

“No, it’s my fault…”

“No, it’s okay,” he said, offering a small smile.

Emily gave a quick, awkward bow and turned to step away. The bus jerked again, hard to the left. Her heels skidded. She lost her footing and fell right back onto his lap.

What the hell...

She thought 

“Hey, slow down, dumbass!... Jesus is he trying to kill us” one of the men at the front shouted at the driver.

Emily tried to stand, but the bus hit a stretch of rough road. Each bump drove her back down onto the hard length beneath her. She bounced helplessly against it, the friction sharp and awkward 

In the jostling his hands moved without warning. Fingers caught the open edge of her blouse. The last button gave way and clattered to the floor. Her breasts spilled free. She had forgotten a bra that morning.

“No… I forgot to wear one,” she muttered under her breath.

His palms settled over the exposed flesh. They stayed there. Emily waited for him to pull away. He did not. Instead his thumbs found her nipples...already tight, warm under his touch...and began to stroke them.

“Umm… sir,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to keep you covered so no one notices. I want to fix the button, but I can’t find it.” His voice was low. He wasn’t lying about the button; it had already fallen out of reach. His hands simply kept moving, circling her breasts, then returning to the stiff peaks.

“I’ll find it myself...”

“Wait. I think I can feel it.” His fingers pinched and rolled her nipples more deliberately.

A soft sound escaped her throat.  

“Um… that’s not the button. That’s my...”

He pinched harder. The moan that left her was louder this time. The sound made his cock jerk against her ass.

"Damn that moan is sexy"

He whispered...

"Your nipples are so fucking sensitive..."

He felt the way her body answered and kept going. One hand stayed on her nipples, tugging and rolling them while the other slid down. He lifted the hem of her blouse higher, baring the front of her white panties where they pressed against the thick ridge in his trousers. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic, found the wet heat of her, and settled on her clit.

Emily’s hand flew up to cover her mouth. His fingertips circled the swollen bud in slow, firm strokes, then pressed harder, rubbing in tight, patterns. At the same time his other hand never left her breast...pinching, rolling, tugging the nipple in time with the motion between her legs. Every bump in the road ground her harder against his cock while his fingers worked her open. She bit down on her own palm, trying to keep the next moan from carrying to the men at the front of the bus.

His fingers kept working between her legs, circling her clit in steady strokes while the bus rocked them together. Emily’s breath came short and . She pressed her free hand harder over her mouth, but a soft sound still slipped out.

He reached up and covered her mouth with his palm instead. The heat of it startled her. His thumb brushed the corner of her lips.

“Soft,” he murmured against her ear. “Your mouth is so soft.”

Two of his fingers slid past her lips and onto her tongue. She tasted the faint salt of his skin. He traced the wet surface slowly, feeling the way it yielded, while his other hand never stopped moving lower. One finger slipped inside her, then a second, stroking in time with the bumps of the road. Her hips jerked once. Another muffled moan vibrated against his palm.

He smirked and leaned closer.

“Should I stop?”

Emily shook her head quickly, eyes half-closed. She bit down gently on the fingers in her mouth to keep from making more noise.

The bus hit another stretch of rough pavement. His fingers curled deeper. She trembled against him, thighs tight around his wrist.

“Hey… what are you two doing?”

The voice cut across the aisle from one of the men near the front. Both of them froze.