[MFF] Our erotic bus ride: My seat, her ride - the penetrative version.
The bus was full, dense with the scent of sweat, city, and strangers too close. The air was thick and hot, like it clung to your skin. There was only one seat left, wedged by the window.
I turned to her, my French friend, barefoot elegance wrapped in a tiny skirt and a tank top that barely contained her breath, and smiled.
"Looks like you'll have to sit on me."
She laughed softly. Not shy. Not innocent. She knew what she was doing.
I sank into the seat and she climbed over me in one fluid, sensual move, straddling my lap like it was her natural place. Her thighs spread wide across mine, cotton brushing skin, her skirt riding high, already barely covering her soft, smooth curves. She settled herself slowly, deliberately, until her center pressed directly over my cock.
Just fabric between us.
Just the promise of something reckless.
Next to us sat a redhead. Late twenties, maybe. Freckles across her nose, pale skin flushed from the heat, green eyes that noticed everything. She wore a cropped top and a short sundress that bunched up casually across her thighs. She looked sweet. But the way she watched said otherwise.
The bus rumbled to life.
Every bump sent my friend gently rocking. Her thighs gripped mine, her pelvis swayed subtly at first, then not-so-subtly. The friction grew. Her panties pressed tight against the fabric of my sport shorts. She rubbed against the growing hardness beneath them, felt it, then rocked again, slower this time, and more deliberately.
Her breath hitched.
And so did mine.
She adjusted her angle slightly. Her damp panties kissed the curve of my cock, aligning herself perfectly, letting her soaked heat mold to my shape. My cock twitched beneath her. Rock-hard now, trapped and hungry. She leaned into my neck, lips brushing skin as her hips began to move with a rhythm that was unmistakably sexual.
The redhead glanced our way. Then again. Then didn't look away.
My French friend slid her hand down, between her own legs. She pressed against her clit through the thin, soaked cotton of her panties, grinding it into me, breath trembling as her body responded. Her thighs flexed around me.
I couldn't take it anymore.
With one subtle motion, I lifted her just enough and pushed my shorts down beneath her. My cock sprang free, thick, flushed, aching, slick with need. She reached back, guided it with two fingers, and, without looking down, parted her panties to the side.
The moment my tip brushed her entrance, she moaned softly. Only just audible. But it carried everything.
Her pussy was hot. Soaked. Her folds opened for me instantly, and she slid down slowly, inch by inch, taking me into her in full view of no one but her, and the redhead.
I filled her.
Her walls gripped me like velvet heat, tight and pulsing, her breath catching in my ear as she impaled herself, fully, deeply, right there in public.
Her skirt hid everything, except the look in her eyes.
Every nerve in me screamed. But I didn't move. We both justā¦ felt it.
That perfect, unbearable stillness of being so deep inside her, completely wrapped in wet warmth, knowing that even the tiniest motion would break her silence.
But of course, she moved.
Small at first. A twitch of her hips. A soft swirl. Her clit grinding into my pubic bone, her inner walls stroking my cock in slow, shallow pulses. She clenched around me. Her breath trembled.
Next to us, the redhead was frozen.
No, entranced.
Her thighs were spread now. Her dress had hiked up, revealing pale skin and the barest flash of red lace panties, already pushed aside. Her fingers stroked along her slick slit, slow and deliberate. She watched my cock disappear again and again into my French friend's pussy with flushed cheeks and parted lips.
Thenā¦ she reached out.
She touched my friend's inner thigh, then traced upward under the skirt. Her hand brushed the stretched opening where my cock entered her, then slid lower, cupping my balls, stroking them gently with wet, slow circles. My hips jerked involuntarily.
My French friend moaned into my neck.
"Jeā¦ je peux pasā¦ I can't stay quietā¦"
"You don't need to," the redhead whispered.
Then she slid her fingers down to the exposed base of my cock, where we were joined and glistening. She stroked me in the space between her pussy and my body, her grip warm and slick. She was helping her ride me. Helping me fuck her. Helping both of us get lost.
Her other hand returned to her own dripping cunt. She touched herself with the same hand she used on us, wet with both our bodies, and let out a soft, broken sound as her fingers sank in.
Then she looked at me.
Eyes locked. Daring. And slowlyā¦ she lifted her dress.
No panties now.
Just fire-red curls above glistening folds, her fingers disappearing between them. She was natural. Wild. Freckled all the way down.
"Take these," she whispered, and reached into her bag. She handed me her panties, warm, damp, and impossibly soft.
I slid them into my pocket with a low groan.
Then my friend began to shake.
Her thighs clenched, her body trembling on top of me. She buried her face in my shoulder, muffling the sound as her orgasm hit, tight, fast pulses rippling around my cock, soaking me. I felt her semen spill around the base of my shaft, hot and sudden.
She didn't stop moving.
The redhead's hand slid lower and gently massaged my balls, her grip perfect, her rhythm impossibly tuned to my need. She stroked me where my friend's body couldn't, teasing me closer with every breath.
I was right there.
The redhead leaned in, her tongue flicking out, tasting the slick mess where we joined.
"I want you to cum inside her," she whispered. "I want to see it drip out."
That was it.
My cock pulsed, thick and wild, and I exploded inside my friend with a low groan that shook through my bones. Rope after rope of hot semen poured into her, her pussy fluttering around me as she gasped, clinging to my shoulders.
And the redhead watched. Smiling.
She reached down and pressed two fingers against my base, milking the last drops out. Then she leaned in and licked them off, moaning softly.
"I'll clean her later," she whispered. "If you let me taste her right."
After a few moments, I finally found my voice.
"You two should model together," I said.
The redhead smirked.
"You sure you want me on camera? Might be hard to focus."
I leaned closer, eyes flicking to that fiery triangle between her thighs.
"If those freckles go all the way down, and if you're red not just on your headā¦ Then believe me, You're already my favorite frame."
