Bus Stop Reunion

The heat in the bus was so thick you could chew it. I was by the window when she got on—the girl I hadn't seen in eight years. Lena. The former barista from the coffee shop near campus. She looked even more dangerous now: cutoff shorts, a thin tank top that showed her hard nipples clear as day. Our eyes locked, and I felt my cock start to swell against my jeans before I could even think about it.

"Whoa, Max? Is that really you?" She grinned, bold, not looking away. "Long time, no see..."

"Lena... Fuck, you got even hotter." I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face. My eyes did their own thing, tracing down her long legs, then back up to her tits. She caught me looking and bit her lip, slow.

The bus lurched around a corner. She stumbled, grabbing my arm for balance. Her fingers were hot, slick with the heat. Instead of letting go, she dragged her palm slowly down my forearm, like she was testing if I was real.

「いつもダブルのエスプレッソを注文して、カウンターの上で犯したいみたいな目で私を見てたの、覚えてる？」彼女は身を寄せてささやいた。彼女の吐息が耳を焼いた。

"And you'd always bend over just enough that I could see your panties under the apron," I said, my voice rough. The need was already pulsing through me. "And you're doing it again right now."

She slid into the seat next to me, her thigh pressing against mine. The bus was almost empty—just a couple of sleepy passengers up front. Lena put her hand on my knee and started moving it up, slow. Her fingers brushed the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs without thinking.

"I want you, Max. Right now," she breathed, staring into my eyes. "I'm already soaked just thinking about it."

「じゃあ、待たないで」と私は言い、彼女の手の上に自分の手を重ね、デニム越しに硬くなったペニスに押し当てた。

She let out a soft moan, feeling how stiff I was under her palm. The bus hit a pothole, and she used the jolt—unzipped my fly in one smooth move. Her hot hand wrapped around my dick, stroking up and down, slow. I gritted my teeth to keep from groaning out loud.

"God, you're big... and hot," she whispered, picking up the pace. Her thumb smeared the bead of precum over the head. "I want to suck it. Right here."

I glanced around—nobody. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her down gently. She smiled, predatory, and bent over, taking the head of my cock between her lips. Her tongue swirled around it, wet and scorching. She took me deeper, into her throat, and I felt her spit dripping down my shaft. The soft, wet sounds were swallowed by the engine noise.

"Fuck, Lena... you never lost the touch," I groaned, gripping her hair tighter. She answered with a low hum, the vibration running straight through my cock.

After a couple minutes she pulled off, panting, her lips shiny with spit and my slick.

"I want you inside me. Now," she said, standing up and shoving her shorts and panties down in one motion. Underneath, her pussy was smooth, already glistening. She turned around, bent over, bracing her hands on the seat in front of her.

I didn't wait. I lined up the head with her wet slit and slammed in with one thrust. Lena let out a sharp cry, but immediately started grinding her hips back into me.

"Yeah... deeper... fuck me harder," she moaned while I pounded her tight cunt. The wet slap of skin mixed with the bus's rumble. I grabbed her hips, driving my cock in to the base. Her walls gripped me, hot and slick, every thrust making her tremble.

I leaned over her, shoved my hand up her tank top, and squeezed her tit hard, pinching her stiff nipple. Lena arched her back, her breathing ragged.

"More... I'm gonna cum... don't stop," she rasped. I sped up, feeling her pussy start to pulse around my cock. She came first—hard, with a long moan, her whole body shaking, her juices running down over my balls.

I couldn't hold back. I pulled out and spun her around to face me. Lena opened her mouth immediately, tongue out. I came in thick spurts—hot cum splashing across her tongue, her lips, her cheeks. She swallowed what she caught, then licked her lips, looking at me with that same cocky smile.

「覚えていた通り、味も最高ね」と彼女はささやき、指で顎の一滴を拭い、それを舐めとった。

The bus was pulling up to a stop. We got ourselves sorted fast, but our eyes were still burning. Lena leaned in one last time.

"Get off with me. I've got a tent in the woods nearby. Want to keep going... all night," she said, dragging her tongue along my neck.

I nodded, no way in hell I was saying no. We stepped off together, and within the hour we were standing at her little tent by the river. Inside was cramped, smelling of pine and her perfume. The second the zipper closed, Lena shoved me down onto the sleeping bag and straddled me.

"My turn on top," she whispered, pulling her tank top over her head. Her tits swung in front of my face. I grabbed them, squeezed, sucked one nipple into my mouth. She moaned, reached down, and guided my already-hard cock back into her slick cunt.

This time she moved slow, savoring every inch. Her hips rolled, her pussy gripping me tight. I licked her tits, bit her nipples, while she whispered filth in my ear.

"You feel how wet I am for you? I want you to cum inside this time... fill me up."

The pace picked up. She rode me harder, her firm ass slapping against my thighs. I grabbed her ass cheeks, helping her move. The tent was sweltering, sweat dripping off both of us. When she started shaking with a second orgasm, I pulled her tight against me and came deep inside, feeling my cum flood her hot cunt.

We lay there, gasping, tangled and soaked. Lena traced her fingers across my chest and smiled.

"Eight years... and it's like yesterday. Except this time, I'm not letting you go so easy."

「いい子だ」と私は言い、彼女の塩辛い唇にキスをした。夜はまだ始まったばかりだった。