Destination: Heaven - My Love Bus Chronicles
Story that I posted on MTC.
From my memoirs...
This was from the late 1990's, when traffic in South Expressway was at its worst.
I was studying in **** located in ****, Manila for my college degree, and my girlfriend at that time was studying in the Laguna area. Since my classes would end at around 4 to 5PM and hers would end at around 6pm, I usually pick her up and bring her home in Parañaque. There were a couple of ways to get from her school to her house, but the most convenient, and comfortable was via bus.
From the station until halfway to Alabang, the trip was fast, but upon approaching Alabang itself, traffic would slow down to a standstill. From that point to Bicutan exit, it would usually take 1-2 hours, so there were a lot of time to kill. Being the adventurous beings that we were, lots of events transpired duing these trips. We played board games on numerous encounters. I even taught her to play chess until she was good at it. But of course, who wants to read about this, right? Now ends the intruduction, and on to the main event.
On one of our usual trek from Laguna to Parañaque, we were unusually sweet, since it was our monthsary at the time. Her head resting on my shoulder, kisses planted on her forehead, gentle caresses, the works. And it was raining hard to. Now for those who have a vague idea on these provincial buses, the last trips are almost empty since most of the people are on their way home. Privacy was not an issue. Freedom was abound so with this in mind, the gears in my head started spinning.
It started with a gentle breath on her air-con chilled neck followed by a lingering, scalding wet kiss. Upon gazing into her eyes after that loving gesture, she smiled and bit her lip, her eyes filled with wanton longing. She seized my head by grasping her hand behind my neck and pulled me towards her waiting lips. If something would melt polar ice caps and cause everyone in this planet to drown, that would be it. As my tongue fenced with hers, my hand inched its way to her soft neck, stroking and teasing. When I parted my lips from hers, our heated breaths battled with the bus' arctic environment. Her stare beckons me to do more.
With a slight of hand, I began planting kisses on her neck, behind her ears, and darted my tongue on her inner lobe. My hands were shaking in anticipation, as I popped by fingers into her uniform, looking for that twin orbs, aptly covered, rising and falling in tune with her breathing, impatiently waiting for my yearning stroke. As my fingers penetrated the first border, I stopped and traced the skin where her bra clasped those mounds of flesh I longed to grasp. She bit my ear, enticing me to go further, to go the distance. I did not cower, and broke through the fabric, and clasped one whole globe. "Ohhhh..." escaped from her lips, not to loud, but enough to surprise me. If there was a person in a few seats from ours, our furtive acts would have been surely discovered. As luck would have it, the only few people awake in the bus were either too far away, or in deep slumber. She was not about to be undone by the sudden pause of my actions. A naughty smile formed on her angelic face, as her head progresses towards my lap. Her gaze did not leave my eyes as she opened my fly to reveal the contrained beast within. A gentle kiss on the fabric covered steel she placed before lowering the garters to finally release the surmounting, fuming flesh. She left my eyes for a moment, before engorging herself with the feast in front of her. No kisses, no licks, only a continuing plunge of my member into flesh. I bit my lip to control myself, and stroked her neck while she gobbled up what flesh she could devour. I was about to lose control, so to appease the devil inside me, I slid my hands into her blouse again, released a few buttons, hiked up her bra, and started mashing her breasts. She moaned again, the vibrations of her throat almost triggered a pending orgasm, and release my member. She sat back up and pulled me to her, hugging the breath out of me.
"Gusto ko na. Ngayon na, please....." she moaned as she bit my neck.
Now this is different, and at the same time scary. I may be the adventurous type, but I am about to go into a situation wherein the probability of being thrown out of the bus seems high, but the heat of the moment was unbearable, and the nagging pain in my groin will not permit me to wait for another minute. Before plunging ourselves in our carnal heaven, I scoped out the immediate area and double-checked the situation. The conductor and the some of the passengers were busy watching the Ghost flick on the onboard TV seems too preoccupied to notice the action that was taking place in the back seats.
While stroking my manhood, she asked "...paano to?" Before the question registered in my mind, I already have it planned. Funny how dire need speeds up thinking, if I think about it now, but back then the smile in my face was not due to that amusing thought. First, I straightened out the seats that were in front of us, and then reclined ours, forming a visual wall that would shield us from unexpected gazes from the front seats. Now comes the tricky part. Since her uniform was a pleated white skirt, it was easy access indeed, but the problem was she was wearing double underwear, a lacy undergarment covered with a panty net (for the ignorant, a panty net is worn to hide the actual underwear, distorting the marks an underwear makes on white fabric as well as adding opaqueness to screen the underwear overall). She decided to remove both garments, and placed the panty net back, but only on one foot. I unbuckled my belt and proceeded to lower my demins then asked her to face the window. I removed my right shoe, as well as my whole right leg from my jeans and briefs, then placed my right leg on the seat, facing the window. With my left foot on the floor, I asked her to face the window, while hiking up her skirt. I lifted her hips, supported by her own strength and guided by my grasps, and slowly lowered her onto my awaiting soldier, bravely facing the tunnel he was about to enter. With all the foreplay you will not be surprised if her liquor de femme would be soaking her ravenous canal. Entering her was like slicing butter with a hot knife. Every inch that my palpitating shaft penetrated brings us to a higher plateau of ecstacy. The act of invasion, smooth, like silk. When my pole was buried to the hilt, I almost came. [emailprotected]!!! I had to bite my lip to keep me from moaning, and from prematurely releasing all that pent up, stocked Creme De Male. She had other ideas though, as she looked back at me and wickedly smiled. She rotated her hips, grinding herself on me. It was like drilling in reverse. I was the drill tip, and she was the earth screwing herself on me. I gently bit her earlobe when I came. Torrents and torrents of molten semen spewed her tiny valley, while her inner muscles convulsed in rhythm with my ejaculations. I tried to look behind her shoulder and discovered that it was not only I who was reached the final train station. The look of reaching epiphany of complete satisfaction was plastered on her face. She has reached it as well.
Even as our mixed fluids was flowing down my thigh, I still locked her in my embrace. It may have taken us about 10 minutes before we have complete control over our voices and started talking. Our small talk revolved on how wild we were and on the need to clean and fix ourselves up. This was actually the first time we came at the same time.
The heightened excitement must have done this, proven by my lingering hardness. She moved to remove herself from being impaled on me, but I had other ideas. When she was about to rise a few inches from me, I would pull her back, and at the same time, would rise up to meet her in return. She whimpered against my initial assault, and was surprised that I still wanted more. To tell you the truth, at that time, I never thought I'd get enough of her. I encirled my left arm around her small waist, and my right hand clutching a breast, I started to move my hips, this time taking command. The motion pumped out excess liquid deposited from her cannal, further soaking our already sex-drenched seats.
".....kaya mo pa?! Ooohhh....." was all she could say while I pumped lead. I resumed kissing her neck, licking, nipping, sucking on her soul. While the first battle was short and fast, this time around I took my time. I opened the curtains on our window to check where we were. Our foreplay must have been too long; I was staring at the Alabang Exit sign, informing me that we only have a few minutes left. From the sign, I gathered there is only one kilometer left before people would wake up from their slumber and prepare their things. She noticed that sign too, and said "...Sh!t!!! Mabibitin tayo...." but not moaning as much. The disappointment has pulled us back to reality, but I am not about to be undone.I removed my left hand from her waist, and grabbed another tit, and exploded with renewed energy. I began slamming myself into her, propelling her back to nirvana. In less than a minute, she came again, and the intensity was a notch higher from the first one. Her nails dug in the leather of the headrest of the front seat, and her other fingers locked on my hair. Her excitement and her total surrender stir the beast in me, and increased the tempo of my pounding. It felt like every thrust I made, a wave of increasing pleasure was brought to her, intensifying her orgasm. When I thought that her moans was about to turn into screeches, I blew my second load, not as much ammo, but with intensified gratification.
A few shrugs, a couple of baby cologne sprays, some adjusted buttons, and a zip after, we were back on the planet. She hiked her panty net back on, and left her underwear, which we used to wipe the stain we made to our seats. When we unloaded ourselves from the bus a few stops later, we seem to grip our hands tighter that usual.
Unfortunately, we broke up after a few years. But everytime I clean my closet and fix my clothes, I would rediscover one of my hidden treasures, a piece of light-blue panties. I would see that piece of memory and remember how it felt to reach heaven via bus.