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I burst through the doors to the bus station and sprinted to the ticket counter. I checked the schedules: only ten minutes until the 1:30 departure. I stopped at the first ticket window.”One way to Toronto please!” I managed to pant out.”39.50 ma’am,” the old woman behind the glass said flatly. I dug out a couple of twenties, took my ticket and ran without waiting for change.I sprinted up to platform 11 and onto the idling bus. I immediately headed for the back. I enjoyed the privacy especially at night time. As I worked my way back I realized I was the only passenger. Which was just as well because at the same time I realized that my skirt was partially tucked into my pink cotton panties. I snapped my head back and noticed the driver staring at me. He coughed loudly and returned his gaze to the windshield.I threw my bags into the over head compartment and untucked my skirt. I plopped down into the window seat. I looked out just in time Çekmeköy escort bayan to see a tall well built man dashing for the bus door. I guess I won’t be the only one tonight, I thought, slightly disappointed. The man clamored onto the bus. He too made his way to the back, panting. I brushed my long curly hair back from my face as he looked in my direction. He was gorgeous. Taller than I had first thought, about 6″4 maybe, with full head of brown hair. He looked to be in his late thirties. I gave him a small smile and turned to gaze back out the window. Out the corner of my eye I could seem him getting closer to where I was sitting. Good, I thought, sit close to me. He finally stopped beside me.”Is this seat taken?” I heard his deep voice say. I hadn’t expected him to sit right beside me!”Nope, it’s all yours,” I smiled. My heart pounded in my ears. I was going to sit next to this strange Escort Gebze man for the next five hours. The thought made my pussy tingle. He sat down brushing his leg against mine. He leaned toward me and slipped off his jacket. His cologne was intoxicating. “I’m Allen,” he said, smiling. “Nicole,” I replied. I slowly crossed one leg over the other allowing my skirt to ride up. I watched as his eyes flickered toward to movement. “Um, well, have you taken this bus before?” Allen shuddered, forcing his eyes to meet mine once again.“Only once before. It’s a good five hour drive if we don’t run into any major traffic.” So we have lots of time, I added silently.“Oh, I didn’t know it was such a long ride,” he shifted in his seat brushing my leg again.“Well, I have a novel if you’d like to read it. I normally nod off on long trips,” I handed him my book. I flashed him a smile. “Wake me if he stops for coffee,” I Şerifali escort leaned my seat back and spread my legs out a bit to get comfortable. I knew from this angle he could probably see down my blouse. I heard a small gasp escape his lips. I tried to pretend I didn’t notice. I wanted him to keep looking.After a short while I could feel him move closer to me. I suspected it was to get a better look down my blouse. I moaned slightly and leaned toward the window. I arched my back allowing my bum to press against his leg. I felt his jeans against my bare leg and noticed my skirt had ridden up quite far. I steadied my breathing hoping he would think I was asleep.I didn’t have to wait long. After a few minutes I could feel my skirt being lifted up. Allen’s breathing quickened. His fingers lightly brushed my panties. I held back a shiver. I could feel the wet spot on my panties getting bigger. It took everything I had to resist shoving my hands between my legs to relieve my aching pussy.I felt Allen carefully slip my panties to the side. He caressed my bare cheek. I felt his hand quiver slightly. I let another small moan escape my lips hoping it would reassure him. He lightly cupped my cheek in his hand, slowly applying more pressure.
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