夜班巴士

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."

公交车在拐角处颠簸了一下。一辆经过的汽车的前灯照亮了她的脸一秒钟——眼睛闪闪发光，嘴唇微张。我伸出手，狠狠地吻了她，几乎有些粗暴。舌头纠缠在一起，她在我嘴里呻吟。尝起来像酒和香烟。我的手立刻伸进她的裙底——她的内裤已经湿透了。

"操，谢尔盖……" 当我的手指拨开布料，滑进她火热湿滑的骚穴时，她喘着气说。"更深……对，就是这样……"

我用两根手指快速而猛烈地操她，公交车轻轻摇晃着。她的阴蒂肿胀起来，变得硬挺。丽莎咬住我的脖子不让自己叫出声。她的手拉开我的裤门，掏出我粗壮、跳动的鸡巴，开始疯狂地给我撸管。

"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."