Grey Hound

 "Dress warm and hurry up!"  My mom shouting from downstairs. I'm not looking forward to my bus ride back to campus.  

It's starting to cool down as Fall sets in, so you can see some people already in sweats and hoodies while others are still in cargo shorts and sandals. Everyone's different right?  But I wasn't concerned about fashion today. I had an argument with my boyfriend last night, and I don't think we're going to make it after what we both said to each other.  Going back to campus will actually be a good distraction for once.  Not feeling social, I joined the cold crew and threw on my comfy black sweats and a thin zip up pink hoodie.  The bus would be cold anyway so might as well prepare.  

Ear Buds charged, mother hugged, bag loaded, I enter the bus, slowly stepping, as we all look for our seats.  15B eventually pops up. Isle seat because I booked my ticket late and I imagine my mom chastising me again for my lateness.  Little she knew, I was just mad at my boyfriend and sad we're probably over.  I sat and started looking for my playlist of toxic love songs to sleep to while I endure this hour and a half drive and lord knows who the hell I'm gonna be sitting beside.  

A bare knee nudges my knee and I look up.  Still in basketball shorts, this guy around my age smiles and says "hey can I get in, that's my window seat." I'm short, only 5'2",  so I just swiveled out, but my t-shirt rolled up and exposed my left side...yup I never tanned, so my pale skin against my black sweats caught his eye as he climbed in, and I swore I caught a quick grin. I was about to think "pervert" in my head but when he sat down he was kinda cute and I felt his big shoulder rub against mine and I was like "ok! Not bad" at least it wasn't some smelly old man.  He shuffled and got settled, and I went back to playing music as the last of the passengers settled in, while the announcements started over the speakers.  Off we went.

Wow, 15 minutes in... guys like this usually try to talk to me, but he just scrolled through his phone.  He posted pics from a basketball game he was playing just before the bus ride. I know because he was wearing the same shorts in the pics I saw him post. I tried to read his Instagram name but my blind ass left my glasses in my bag...dammit. I could tell he knew I was watching what he was doing on his phone, but he didn't shift away or hide it. 

Shit...I sneezed.  

"Bless you" he said, "are you ok?"

"I'm ok, thanks, must be the seasons changing, now I have all my particles all over your phone"  I said with a slight giggle. (oh my god, how corny can I get...shut up Amber!).

He chuckles and we go back to our silence.  A few more minutes and he just puts his phone in his pocket, fold his arms, leans his head back and goes to sleep!  What the fuck!  Am I chopped liver!  Talk to me!  In 5 minutes this dude is breathing heavy, fast asleep...jeezas!  This rejection added to my potential break up just sunk me lower in my mood...ugh.  Fine, sleep and ignore me.

After 45 minutes the road hits a big long curve and it swings everyone to the left and his head falls over to my shoulder. Not only am I gonna be ignored but now I'm gonna be used as a pillow, typical men!  I let out a big sigh and just let him stay there, I can't be bothered today.  I turn my music up and go back to looking at the passing fields through the window. As I'm looking through the window, I'm seeing his lower thigh since his shorts rode up a bit.  Not bad, you can see he's a bit muscular and how even his dark skin tone is.

I gasped...I looked closer to his crotch and I saw a bulge throb...then it throbbed again...oh my god! As I'm staring, my neck picks up on his breathing and I hear him let out a slight moan.  Holy shit, this guy is having a wet dream...on me!  Each throb, I saw his dick get bigger and bigger as he filled up. Oh my god he's bigger than Ryan!  I'm sitting beside this black basketball player who's totally having a wet dream, as he breathes on my neck and moans in my ear.

(Touch it), I whisper in my head. (Put your hand up his shorts and touch it!).  The thought rides up my head as I look around the bus and nervously build up courage.  Everyone's back is turned, and the seat across from me only has one passenger, who's also sleeping with their head covered up under their hoodie. The green light instantly made my pussy wet and I moved my left arm slowly to not to drop his head.  The waist of his shorts was loose so my hand was able to slide in easy.  My hand and fingers surrounded the shaft of his cock and I felt it throb against  the pressure of my hand. Oh my god, his dick is solid. Oh my god, I'm holding the dick of someone I don't know, in a Grey Hound Bus! I stroke it forward, no movement, I stroke it backward and he moans and shifts a little as his foreskin pulls back and exposes his head. I stroke it forward again, then backward again. I immediately start imagining his dick inside me.  I squeeze him harder out of my own excitement and start slowly stoking it, forwards... backwards.  I start fantasizing in my head as I feel my thighs moisten, wanting what I shouldn't have.

Shit!...his breathing stopped! His moaning stopped...he's awake!! Oh Shit. But he doesn't move, he doesn't throw me off.

A whisper breaks my fright... "keep going", he said.  A million lights turn on in my head, my fright is still soaring, but I don't release my hand.  I feel his hand grab my wrist and motions me to keep stroking his dick. Now conscious, he adjusts himself so I can feel the full length of his shaft. I can't believe this is happening.  His right arm was now tucked behind me but I feel his hand snake up and slide into my sweats and down between my legs.

"oh really now" he says as he feels how wet I've become.

"Mm-hmm" was all could utter as he immediately slides through my wet thighs and starts rubbing the front of my pussy and swollen clit. This is really happening!   If anyone was paying attention you would see my chest going up and down, as I try to breath hard but quietly.  I dunno what came over me but I wanted to please him more.  I took my hand out of his shorts and cupped it in front of his mouth.  He knew exactly what to do...he spat in my hand, and then I spat in it too.  With a big handful of spit from both of us, I shoved my hand down his shorts, this time with more purpose than the timid approach before, grabbed the head of his dick and started stroking it with "our" lube.  His head tilted back and he let out a sigh. His tall fingers slid right in me and he started fingering me, not back and forth but up and down in the natural curling motion with how his hand was positioned.  We both sped up, me stroking his wet dick and him fucking me with his 2 middle fingers.  His body tensed and I knew he was about to cum.

"oh shit...oh shit...baby...baby"  intense whispers from him as he ejaculated in his shorts, plastering my fingers and hand, as my strokes slowed down.  Feeling his cum in my hand immediately pushed me to orgasm.  That was the most silently forced orgasm I ever had.  He left his fingers in for a moment, so he could feel me throbbing and squeezing them. He waited for my breathing to calm down before slowly easing his hand away. He had his rag from basketball still tucked into the back of his shorts, so he reached for it and shoved it in his pants to clean up, then wiped his fingers in the rag.  I got up and went to the restroom. 

Looking in the mirror, I giggled, I laughed, I chastised with a big smile saying to myself, "what the fuck did you just do Amber!... as if I was responding to a friend telling me their crazy story.  Composed myself, cleaned up and now for the awkward moment...I don't even know his name!

As I walked back to my seat I see the back of his head looking through the window, but then, 

"arriving early folks" announced over the speakers. "the highway was clearer than expected, please prepare for arrival." Oh my god, I'm saved!  I sat down and he looked at me, we smiled, I was red in the face and that made him smile anymore more.

"My name's..."

"let's keep this our little secret" he interrupted. "this was way better than my dream."

So he was having a wet dream!  

Nothing but silence and a smile as I put my things together.

The bus docked, we exit, and we're once again strangers in a crowd walking through a bus terminal.  For a while we're going in the same direction, him in front of me with his long legs, and me seemingly following like a girlfriend.  He turns his head and gave that same grin I saw when we just met, and without stopping or speaking he hangs the left corridor and never looks back.  My feet slowed looking at him walk away, as if I was being abandoned, but then I kept going straight to my exit.  This was our secret, lived once and never again.  The next 2 years of college going back and forth to visit my mom I always tried to grab the same Grey Hound leaving at the same time but I never saw him again and I never caught his name or his Instagram.  Every time I play with myself, I use this encounter as my visual, and I always cum hard. If you're out there reading this...thank you.