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*** Thank you to the fantasy provider who is a bus driver and inspired me **** Today we had a company outing. The collected team was shipped onto a bus, there was food and drink and in the evening it went home again. Since I know myself, with too much alcohol If I get too speaking, I held back. Nevertheless, I was quite tired and sat down in the last row and I got away immediately. When they arrive at the company premises, everyone gets off …
Except me, because I sleep deeply and firmly. None of it is noticeable either, so the bus drives off, with a blind passenger on board. The driver drives to his depot, cleans the bus and then he discovers me in the back corner. “Hey, get up,” he says quietly and shakes my shoulder. He notices that my top is very far out. When sleeping it slips and you can think bra see.
He likes what he sees, he likes big breasts. “Hey, get up,” he says again, but this time shakes on my upper body. My tits shake. I finally wake up. “Oh, what’s going on, we’re already there?“, I ask drunk sleep. “Yes, at the bus depot, you fell asleep!”Says the bus driver. I jump up and want to get out of the bus. But the driver still has a half full cup of coffee in his hand, which he was about to pour away.
Clumsy as I am, I stumble across my own Legs And bush the driver who tilts the coffee over my white shirt. Everything is really wet and I take it off. I only notice that I am in front of him in the bra. “I’m sorry,” I say, “I’m not quite with myself right now. Where are we? Not with the office? Where are my colleagues?“, I rummage around a little and wipe the coffee from the seat with my shirt.
He looks at me and grins. “We are in the bus depot, I left her colleagues out half an hour ago. I somehow offset the cleaning of the seat. “I will become awakened, now register that I took off my shirt and sling my arms around my body. “Yes, of course. I give you my address, then send me the bill. “I want to put on my shirt again, but the driver stops me.
“You can’t put it on, let it dry,” he says and takes it from me and puts it over an armrest. He looks intensely on my breasts. “We can certainly regulate that with the cleaning, it is not that bad. First sit down again. “I obey automatically and nod. When I sit down, I notice that a clear bump is evident in his pants.
He sees my gaze and grabs the crotch. “Yes, I like her breasts,” he says and his hand moves towards my left chest. He looks at me questioningly and I nod slightly. He complies with this request and starts to stroke my chest through the bra. Slightly exciting, as I am sometimes, the nipple also stands up. He leans down to me to sucks on him, still through the bra.
“Pull off the part,” he whispers to me and continues to suck on my nipple. My bra is already totally wet on the left and I hurry to get rid of the part. It ends up on the floor in the high arc. Now he has full access to both nipples and also costs it with relish. Since it hits my nerve exactly, I start moaning and starting tail rub through the pants.
It is obvious that he likes what we are doing. But I can’t deny that I really enjoy the touch of the bus driver. Due to the alcohol in my blood, I am also relatively open and open his pants. He lets me off for a moment and I now devote myself to his hard cock with full mouth, which literally jumped into my face. He rubs my nipples on, which are already hard and big.
My panties are already really wet and I slip back and forth restlessly on the seat. He notices it and deprives me of his cock. I am now very difficult to breathe. “Stand up briefly,” he says softly and again I obey automatically. He pulls out my skirt and my panties. “Lay down and spread your legs”. Again I do what he says. He kneels in front of me and starts licking me.
He continues to play on my nipple with one hand. I haven’t been so cool for a long time. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I hire him. He doesn’t do that either, but he doesn’t let me come either. He cleverly knows how to interpret my signals and leaves shortly before mine orgasm from me. “You can’t get that quickly,” he says. I sit down again and reach for my bag. Without a word I take out a condom.
He nods appreciatively and pulls it over. “Knee you, I want to take you from behind”. And then his cock is already in me. Millimeter by millimeter, his hard beating conquers my tight cunt. “You are horny tight,” he moans. He starts to push me slowly, he visibly enjoys every push and fingers my clit. “Play on your nipples,” he orders. We quickly moan both loudly and uninhibitedly. His sack claps my clit like wildly because he is faster and faster.
Shortly before he comes, he pulls his cock back out of me, brushes the condom and sprayed his full load in the middle of the face. I keep jerking off his cock until the last drop is out of it and then lick his cock clean. He gives me my shirt and I wipe with it sperm away. “And now you,” he says. We swap the places, it is now sitting and I’m standing in front of him.
He catches my cunt finger and edit the clit, it alternately sucks on my nipples. My knees become soft and I have to hold onto. Once again he almost brings me to come and then lets me off again, but then I start to beg that he should let me come. This time he continues and with a loud “yes, yes, yes, yeah”, it comes hard to me. My cunt contracts and I’m afraid that I crushed his fingers that are still in me.
So that I don’t overcome, I sit down first. My heart knocks and I’m ready. “Thank you,” I say shyly, because that was a great thing. “Likewise,” he says and grins. “I’ll take you home,” he offers me. I can no longer put on my shirt, which is now completely versed with sperm and the coffee. Fortunately, I still have a sweater with me, which I overlay, the bra and the shirt I stuff in my handbag.
He quickly cleans the last rest of the bus and then we climb into be automobile. I tell him where I live and he drives off and stops at 3 minutes later. The bus depot is near me near me, I could have walked on foot. I have to laugh and he too. When I want to get out, he holds me back. His eyes shine when he asks me, “you are ready for a second round?””.
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