Bus Ride in Buenos Aries
This story was told to me on EP by a young woman from Buenos Aries, Argentina. She was a part time model and interpreter. She sent me a picture. If it was real, she was a knockout.
She lived in a cojested area and took the bus to work every day. Her apartment didnt have AC. So in the morning she awoke covered in perspiration. She took a sponge bath.
For some reason that morning she decided to wear a very shear bra. Barely hid her charms. And a flimsy silky blouse. The morning humidity made her clothing cling to her.
She boarded the bus, making her way toward the back . There were no seats availble so she stood, holding onto the upright handrail.
The bus josltled along the route. At on point she lost her balance. Her breast brushed the hand of a tall man holding the upright. She looked up to apologize. He smiled down at her. He was handsome , well dressed, dark eyes, dark hair with a touch of grey with dark ruddy complexion.
She looked away, blushing. She was aroused
Again the bus jostled her. This time her breast brushed his hand. Her engorged nipple was trapped between his fingers. She attempted to move away. He sqeezed.
Now she was trapped. Now she was aroused. Each bump in the road increased her arousal. Her body was responding. Small ripples coursed thru her. She could feel the wetness. Now she looked up at him, closed her eyes as an orgasm overtook her. Her mouth gaped. A small moan from her lips.
When she opened her eyes he was gone.
She road the bus several times seeking her secret lover. To no avail.
She lived in a cojested area and took the bus to work every day. Her apartment didnt have AC. So in the morning she awoke covered in perspiration. She took a sponge bath.
For some reason that morning she decided to wear a very shear bra. Barely hid her charms. And a flimsy silky blouse. The morning humidity made her clothing cling to her.
She boarded the bus, making her way toward the back . There were no seats availble so she stood, holding onto the upright handrail.
The bus josltled along the route. At on point she lost her balance. Her breast brushed the hand of a tall man holding the upright. She looked up to apologize. He smiled down at her. He was handsome , well dressed, dark eyes, dark hair with a touch of grey with dark ruddy complexion.
She looked away, blushing. She was aroused
Again the bus jostled her. This time her breast brushed his hand. Her engorged nipple was trapped between his fingers. She attempted to move away. He sqeezed.
Now she was trapped. Now she was aroused. Each bump in the road increased her arousal. Her body was responding. Small ripples coursed thru her. She could feel the wetness. Now she looked up at him, closed her eyes as an orgasm overtook her. Her mouth gaped. A small moan from her lips.
When she opened her eyes he was gone.
She road the bus several times seeking her secret lover. To no avail.
