Multi-Orgasmic Box Set

On the Night Bus

On the Night Bus

Emerging from the crowd, Will boarded the bus, swiped his travel pass across the electronic reader and scuttled hurriedly up the stairs. Relieved to note he was the only person on the top deck, he emphasised his need to be alone even further by walking to the rear of the bus and settling into a corner of the back seat. He was as far away from the other passengers as he could possibly get – and that was the way he wanted it.

Normally, he’d be happy to slum it with the laughing, slurring, swaying drunks on the lower deck – talking rubbish with them until it was time for him to get off the bus. Normally, he was one of the laughing, slurring, swaying drunks. It was Saturday night – or Sunday morning, depending on which way you looked at it – after all.

But tonight was far from normal. The realisation had sobered Will up in the blink of an eye, and sent him home before he did something he’d live to regret. Possibly not straight away – but certainly at some point. Like when he woke up in a cell at the local police station.

Just as Will felt his blood begin to boil again and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists, his solitude was ruined by the arrival of a young couple. They were drunk, giggly, and so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t notice Will glowering in the corner. They slumped down together a few rows of seats in front of him and immediately began kissing as though their lives depended on it.

Will’s glower deepened into a positively evil expression – luckily for the young couple his looks couldn’t kill, otherwise they’d have been stone dead in an instant. It was hardly surprising he was pissed off, though. He’d just found out that his girlfriend and his so-called best friend had been seeing each other behind his back, and now a sickeningly loved-up couple were sucking face right in front of him. He hardly needed a reminder of his new single status, least of all such a vivid one.

Sighing, Will reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. He’d switched it onto airplane mode earlier so none of the text messages and phone calls he knew the traitorous two would be trying to make would come through. There was absolutely nothing they could say that would excuse their behaviour, so he saw no reason to talk to either of them. Ever again.

Will was just about to fire up a game to distract him from the unwanted display in front of him when a moan that could only be described as lusty made him look up at the couple again. It was obvious that they really had no idea that he was sitting there, because their ardent kissing had now progressed to heavy petting. The guy had manoeuvred his girl’s top down so both her breasts were on display. He yanked down the cups of her bra and sucked a n****e into his mouth, while he squeezed and pinched at the other one with an eager hand.

The girl’s head lolled back, and her eyes fluttered closed; she was clearly lost in bliss. Not so lost that she couldn’t voice her enjoyment, however. As her lover teased and pleasured her luscious t**s, a constant cacophony of moans, grunts and squeals came from her parted lips. It was a good job that the lower deck of the night bus was so damn noisy and busy, otherwise they’d have been caught in no time and probably kicked off.

Will was actually a little surprised that the driver hadn’t shouted at them through his intercom. He knew that drivers had some kind of clever mirror system in their cab which meant they could see what was happening on the top deck of the bus, to prevent such lewd behaviour. The couple were obviously too drunk to consider anything like that, and Will could only imagine that the squeeze of bodies, ever-present danger of vomiting and resultant havoc on the bottom level of the bus was keeping the driver thoroughly occupied.

The more he thought about it, the more he decided he was glad that they hadn’t been disturbed. They’d totally distracted him from his personal problems, and for that he was grateful. So, it would seem, was his c**k. Slipping his mobile back into his pocket, Will then pressed the palm of his hand against his rapidly growing erection. It twitched beneath his touch, and he glanced up again to check that he remained unnoticed in his corner. He did. In fact, Will suspected that even if the bus crashed, the pair would continue with their increasingly steamy clinch.

Deciding to take a chance, he undid the fly of his jeans and pulled out his stiff c**k. He pumped it slowly in his fist as he watched the couple. Will wondered how far they would go before coming to their senses, sobering up or reaching the bus stop they needed to disembark at. As luck would have it, his stop was where the bus terminated so he’d get to find out the answer to this question without running the risk of going past his house and having to trek back across town to get home.

Soon, Will stopped thinking and simply watched and wanked. The breast play had ceased, and, although he couldn’t actually see what was happening, it was damn obvious that the girl was now giving her boyfriend a b*****b. Her blonde head was bobbing up and down, and it was the man’s turn to grunt and moan as his c**k was enveloped in a hot, wet and very willing mouth. Will tugged his own shaft more vigorously, wishing he was the one getting head.

The noises the guy was making increased in intensity, and the girl suddenly sat up – her lips slipping off his c**k with a wet pop. She grinned at him, and said, “You can’t come yet, I want to f**k you.”

“Be my guest.” The guy’s response was clearly all the invitation she needed. Some shuffling around ensued, and Will was suddenly terrified that the game was up as the girl straddled her man’s lap, meaning she was facing him – and, as a consequence, Will, too. All she had to do was look up, and she’d spot the guy in the corner, w*****g over a free live s*x show. He froze in place, as though staying still would make him somehow invisible.

Will couldn’t believe his luck, however, as the woman alternated between being forehead-to-forehead with her lover as she bounced on his c**k, and tossing her blonde mane around like a p**n star, with her eyes tightly closed.

Feeling a little more secure now, Will relaxed and picked up the pace on his prick. He’d barely noticed the stop-start of the bus as it wound its way along the route, but he knew it couldn’t be much longer before it was at its finishing point. And there was no way he wanted to be caught with his c**k out – by the couple, or anyone else, for that matter.

He needn’t have worried. The frantic screwing taking place in front of him, with the titillating view of the hot blonde bouncing up and down, her t**s doing the same, meant that Will’s c****x was just around the corner. He paced himself, though, aiming to come when one of the couple did, therefore drowning out any sounds Will might let slip.

It wasn’t long before he got his opportunity, and it didn’t come a moment too soon. As the bus drew to its final stop, and the driver shouted “Everybody off!” the girl hit her peak, letting out a stream of expletives. Her boyfriend rapidly followed suit, as did Will. He bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood as jet after jet of c*m flew out of his c**k, coating the back of the seat in front of him, his hand and his d**k.

However, the timing and the situation were as such that Will couldn’t worry about all that. Instead, he tucked his softening c**k back into his jeans, grimacing at the thought of his spunk smearing over the inside of the denim. With the lack of any other option, he ignored his conscience and wiped his right hand on the seat’s upholstery, zipped up his fly, then stood up and walked down the aisle of the bus towards the stairs.

With a huge grin and a “good night” to the startled couple scrabbling to put their clothes back on, Will descended the stairs, hopped off the bus and headed for home, hoping they wouldn’t follow him and demand an explanation.

As he meandered his way home, Will suspected that despite the shitty night he’d had, he would have no trouble sleeping. The mind-blowing c****x he’d just had would see to that.

It had brought a whole new meaning to getting off at his stop.