a week, makes me throw all
rationale out the window - where I am pretty certain no one could see us.
“No one can
see us,” he whispers against my neck, practically reading my mind as two of his
fingers plunge inside of me, and he slides his smooth, hardness between the
cheeks of my ass. “The window in here is made of special glass. When you shut
the door, it hits a trigger so we can see out, but no one can see in. Jim told
me about it earlier.”
He continues
to slide his fingers in and out of me in a slow, tortuous fashion and like he
wasn’t just talking about the sexual safety features on the bus.
“Holy hell,”
I moan as he pulls his two fingers up to circle my clit.
I think I
hear horns honking and shouts coming from outside but at that point I don’t
really care if we are stopped in a rest area and people are eating popcorn
while staring in the window.
“Fuck, I need
you,” I tell him as I let go of the sink with one hand and reach back to grab
onto his hip and pull him harder against me. “You should TOTALLY give me
‘nother baby,” I murmur drunkenly.
Carter laughs
as he pulls a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans and rips open the foil
with his teeth.
“I’m pretty
sure you don’t really mean that,” he says as I feel his hands graze my ass
while he sheathes himself.
“Who cares if
I mean it? The wine and vodka mean it. And they are ALWAYS serious. Give me
your seeeeeeed.”
I snort and
blink my eyes a few times to get the room to stop spinning.
Carter places
both of his hands on my hips and I feel the tip of his penis at my opening. I
let out a loud moan and Carter quickly reaches up and puts his hand over my
mouth with a laugh.
“Not so loud,
baby. Everyone will hear you.”
I pull
Carter’s hand off of my mouth long enough to spout even more nonsense as he
slowly pushes himself inside me.
“You should
stick it in my ass.”
“I am not
going to stick it in your ass,” Carter says with a muted groan as he moves a
little deeper.
“Come on, you
know you want to stick it in my ass,” I goad him loudly.
His hand
comes back up to cover my mouth and my laughter turns into a pleasure-filled
whimper as he pushes all the way inside me and holds himself still.
“You should
know that as a guy, I am pre-programmed to always want to stick it in your
ass. I hope tomorrow you will appreciate my self control,” Carter explains as
he slowly starts moving inside me.
“If you knock
on my backdoor right now, I will totally let you in,” I giggle.
Carter stops
again and takes a couple of deep calming breaths.
“Careful back
there, though, there’s a rickety step. Don’t fall in my backdoor.”
Carter tries
not to laugh as he begins thrusting harder, forcing my hips to bump against the
edge of the sink. Thoughts of sperm and the porch by my backdoor flow out of
my mind.
“Fuck, why
did you have to start talking about sticking it in your ass? I’m not going to
be able to last long,” he complains as he tries to slow down.
“Just shut up
and keep going. I’m too drunk to care right now, and you should appreciate
that shit!” I yell around his hand that's still held against my mouth.
The faint
sounds of horns honking still make their way into my brain as he curses and
moves faster against me, his orgasm barreling through him like a freight train.
His hand
drops from my mouth and he braces his arms on either side of mine on the edge
of the sink as he buries his head in the side of my neck. He comes with a
muffled shout and I grip the sink tighter so we won’t topple over.
We stood
there breathing heavy for a few minutes before he pulls himself out of me and
we right our clothes. He gives me a quick kiss and promises me five of my very
own orgasms in repayment before we open the door and walk out into the aisle of
the bus.
All of our
friends are standing there cheering and clapping, and it was then that we
noticed the bus was stopped and
rationale out the window - where I am pretty certain no one could see us.
“No one can
see us,” he whispers against my neck, practically reading my mind as two of his
fingers plunge inside of me, and he slides his smooth, hardness between the
cheeks of my ass. “The window in here is made of special glass. When you shut
the door, it hits a trigger so we can see out, but no one can see in. Jim told
me about it earlier.”
He continues
to slide his fingers in and out of me in a slow, tortuous fashion and like he
wasn’t just talking about the sexual safety features on the bus.
“Holy hell,”
I moan as he pulls his two fingers up to circle my clit.
I think I
hear horns honking and shouts coming from outside but at that point I don’t
really care if we are stopped in a rest area and people are eating popcorn
while staring in the window.
“Fuck, I need
you,” I tell him as I let go of the sink with one hand and reach back to grab
onto his hip and pull him harder against me. “You should TOTALLY give me
‘nother baby,” I murmur drunkenly.
Carter laughs
as he pulls a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans and rips open the foil
with his teeth.
“I’m pretty
sure you don’t really mean that,” he says as I feel his hands graze my ass
while he sheathes himself.
“Who cares if
I mean it? The wine and vodka mean it. And they are ALWAYS serious. Give me
your seeeeeeed.”
I snort and
blink my eyes a few times to get the room to stop spinning.
Carter places
both of his hands on my hips and I feel the tip of his penis at my opening. I
let out a loud moan and Carter quickly reaches up and puts his hand over my
mouth with a laugh.
“Not so loud,
baby. Everyone will hear you.”
I pull
Carter’s hand off of my mouth long enough to spout even more nonsense as he
slowly pushes himself inside me.
“You should
stick it in my ass.”
“I am not
going to stick it in your ass,” Carter says with a muted groan as he moves a
little deeper.
“Come on, you
know you want to stick it in my ass,” I goad him loudly.
His hand
comes back up to cover my mouth and my laughter turns into a pleasure-filled
whimper as he pushes all the way inside me and holds himself still.
“You should
know that as a guy, I am pre-programmed to always want to stick it in your
ass. I hope tomorrow you will appreciate my self control,” Carter explains as
he slowly starts moving inside me.
“If you knock
on my backdoor right now, I will totally let you in,” I giggle.
Carter stops
again and takes a couple of deep calming breaths.
“Careful back
there, though, there’s a rickety step. Don’t fall in my backdoor.”
Carter tries
not to laugh as he begins thrusting harder, forcing my hips to bump against the
edge of the sink. Thoughts of sperm and the porch by my backdoor flow out of
my mind.
“Fuck, why
did you have to start talking about sticking it in your ass? I’m not going to
be able to last long,” he complains as he tries to slow down.
“Just shut up
and keep going. I’m too drunk to care right now, and you should appreciate
that shit!” I yell around his hand that's still held against my mouth.
The faint
sounds of horns honking still make their way into my brain as he curses and
moves faster against me, his orgasm barreling through him like a freight train.
His hand
drops from my mouth and he braces his arms on either side of mine on the edge
of the sink as he buries his head in the side of my neck. He comes with a
muffled shout and I grip the sink tighter so we won’t topple over.
We stood
there breathing heavy for a few minutes before he pulls himself out of me and
we right our clothes. He gives me a quick kiss and promises me five of my very
own orgasms in repayment before we open the door and walk out into the aisle of
the bus.
All of our
friends are standing there cheering and clapping, and it was then that we
noticed the bus was stopped and
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