Autobús nocturno

The half-empty night bus smelled like rain and old plastic. I was sitting in the very back when she got on — Lisa. The waitress from The Old Oak, the one I'd recognize by her walk alone. My heart slammed against my ribs. She scanned the bus, spotted me, and smiled like we'd seen each other yesterday instead of six years ago.

"Sergei? Holy fuck..." she breathed, moving closer. Her voice was a little hoarse, just like back then after her shift. "You haven't changed... just your eyes got hungrier."

I didn't answer. Just watched her peel off her wet raincoat. Underneath: a short black skirt and a white blouse plastered to her tits by the rain. Her nipples were already poking through the fabric. She sat down next to me — too close. Her knee brushed mine.

"I served you every single night," Lisa whispered, leaning in. Her breath scorched my ear. "And every time I thought: God, I wish he'd grab my ass right on the table... But you just smiled and left a tip."

Her hand landed on my thigh. Fingers crept upward, slow. I caught her wrist — but I didn't push her away. Instead, I pressed her palm against my already rock-hard cock through my jeans.

"Then why didn't you say something back then?" I asked, low.

"Because I was a stupid bitch... And now I'm thirty-two, and I want you to fuck me. Right here."

The bus lurched around a corner. Headlights from a passing car caught her face for a second — eyes gleaming, lips parted. I reached out and kissed her hard, almost rough. Tongues tangled, and she moaned into my mouth. Tasted like wine and cigarettes. My hand dove under her skirt immediately — her panties were already soaked through.

"Fuck, Sergei..." she gasped when my fingers pushed the fabric aside and slid into her hot, slick pussy. "Deeper... yeah, just like that..."

I fucked her with two fingers, fast and hard, while the bus swayed gently. Her clit swelled, turned stiff. Lisa bit down on my neck to keep from screaming. Her hand worked my fly open, pulled out my thick, throbbing cock, and started jerking me off furiously.

"So big... I've dreamed about this thing for years," she whispered, speeding up. "I want it in my mouth... can I?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She bent down. Hot lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling over the frenulum. I growled, burying my fingers in her hair. She sucked deep, with wet, sloppy sounds, drool running down the shaft onto my balls. The bus stopped at a red light. We froze for a second, but she didn't pull off — just pushed her head down harder, taking me almost to the back of her throat.

When the bus moved again, I couldn't hold back. I yanked her up, spun her around with her back to me, and sat her down on my lap. Skirt hiked up, panties shoved aside. I lined up my cock, slick with her spit, and slammed into her tight pussy all the way to the root.

"AAAH, FUCK!" she yelped. She clapped a hand over her mouth, then started riding me herself — vicious, up and down, impaling herself with her full weight.

My hands kneaded her firm tits through her blouse, pinched her hard nipples. Every thrust came with a wet slap and her quiet, desperate moans:

"Harder... fuck me harder... I'm your slut tonight..."

I grabbed her hips and started pounding up into her, fast and brutal. Her cunt squeezed around my cock, dripping so much her juices were running down my balls. She was trembling, legs shaking.

"I'm gonna come... Sergei, I'm gonna..." she rasped.

"Come on my cock," I growled into her ear and bit her earlobe.

Her body arched, her pussy pulsed, clenching me in waves. She came so hard that she squirted — a hot stream running down my thighs. I didn't stop. Kept fucking her through her orgasm until I felt my balls tighten.

"I'm gonna..." I warned.

"Do it... pump all your cum inside me... fill me up," she breathed, still grinding her hips.

I drove in deeper and unloaded in thick, heavy spurts. Cum blasted into her hot cunt, overflowing and leaking out mixed with her juices. We both shook, panting hard. The bus rolled on through the night city.

She turned her head and kissed me — softer now, almost tender.

"Get off at the next stop..." she whispered. "I've got a big bed at home and a bottle of wine. I want you to fuck me again. Slow. And I want to scream your name until I lose my voice."

I just smiled, still buried inside her, feeling my cum slowly dripping out of her swollen pussy.

"Deal."