Bus Trip
Lisa watched the passing scenery with lazy, tired eyes. She was bored and a little tired. The bus had just left Stuckey's, she had eaten well, mostly out of boredom, and had a few snacks in her purse. In the
middle of Indiana that was the best she could expect on a cross country bus trip. What a pathetic way to end four years of college, with no car and no future. UM was behind her now and the only thing ahead of her was a vague wish to live in sunshine and water.
California was not really a destination, it was a dream. During the harsh Michigan winters California seemed like the only habitable place on Earth.
"Going far?" A voice asked from the darkening seats across the isle.
Lisa blinked and yawned, then looked at the darkness. The woman turned on the overhead light and a cute blonde face appeared with a yellow halo around it. Lisa blinked to clear her eyes and smiled.
"I'm going nowhere, I guess. I have a degree in hotel management and no hotel to manage. How about you?"
"The Navy. I'm signing up back home in San Diego, the recruiter I talked to said it's likely I'll stay on the west coast permanently that way."
"Maybe I should have done that instead of wasting my father's tuition money. I hate snow, slush, and freezing water puddles more than infomercials."
"I think you're right, there are no bases in the snow. They are all on the coasts where it's warm."
"Well I'll give the hotels a chance to snap up this absolutely perfect body, and if none snatch me up, I'll consider the Navy."
"Oh way to go," the woman said sarcastically, "California has never seen a perfect body before."
"Yeah, I see what you mean," Lisa said with another yawn. "Why don't you come over so we can talk, and not worry about some
sleazy asshole pawing one of us clear across the state of Indiana."
"Sounds good, but I'm sleeping soon. I partied last night."
"Great, I'll guard your perfect body," Sally said with a sweet smile.
"You're cute, what's your name?" Lisa asked, taking an offered a redhot
from a bunch in the palm of her hand.
"I'm Sally," the cute blonde extended her hand and Lisa shook it.
"I'm Lisa," Lisa said then crunched the redhot as she stared out the
window at the setting sun. "Goodbye Michigan," Lisa said, a little sadly.
"Will you miss it?" Sally asked sympathetically.
"Sure, but now that my father's dead there's nothing keeping me here.
I'll miss the lakes and the bridge, other than that it's just another
state."
"Well you go ahead and sleep, I'm going to read for a while. The light
won't bother you, will it?"
"I don't see how," Lisa yawned and tipped her seat back.
Sally tipped her own seat back and opened her book. It was a romance, of course, that was all she read lately. Probably because she had no real romance in her own life. She reached up and adjusted the light, then glanced at Lisa to make sure it wasn't bothering her. To her amazement, Lisa was already asleep. She must have partied hard, Sally thought to herself. As she watched the cute black haired girl with ivory skin, she noticed the bounce of her tits each time the bus hit a
bump. It was actually very erotic, looking down a sleeping woman's blouse, she had never done it before. She glanced at the mirror at the head of the bus, but the driver was engaged in conversation with and
elderly man with hundreds of fishing stories.
Sally tipped her seat back a little more so the driver couldn't see her, and she had a better view of Lisa's tits. They looked velvety soft and warm. Sally wished that she had the nerve to touch them, they were so appealing.
What was she thinking? She was no lesbian, so why the sudden urge to touch another woman? Was it the book, or possibly the loneliness? Why was it that beautiful women seemed to be the ones who suffered the worst loneliness? Were men too cowardly to ask a woman out if she had a pretty face? Yeah, damit, they were.
Still, Lisa's tits looked very enticing. They just begged to be touched. With nervous fingers Sally reached out and brushed Lisa's
bare arm, looking for a reaction. There was none, she was totally out of it. With a quick glance at the head of the bus, Sally turned off her light. She reached out in the complete darkness and touched Lisa's
ample breasts with the back of her fingers. They were SO soft and warm. The heat was unbelievable. She waited for an outcry, but none came. With more determination Sally reached out gingerly and placed the tips of her fingers on Lisa's heavenly tits. She slid them slowly into the low v made by Lisa's blouse, then slid her hand inside,
finding the nipple. It was hot and rigid.
"Did you lose something down there?" Lisa asked with humor in her voice.
"Uh, my keys?"
"Nope, try again."
"You have incredible tits and I just had to feel them for some reason. I've never done anything like that before."
"So how did it feel?" Lisa asked softly.
"At the time it was heavenly. Now I wish I could die and ooze through
a crack in the floor."
"That would be a hell of a waste of a perfectly good blonde. Why don't
we pass the time together, or does the Navy have some law against that?"
"Well yes, actually, but I'm not in the Navy yet. I really don't think
anybody pays attention to that law anyway."
"Good, it's a stupid law. I'm bi myself, how about you?"
"I don't know," Sally said nervously.
"Then this is the perfect time to find out."
"Yeah, I guess," Sally said with a little laugh.
"So put your hand back," Lisa said, invisible in the darkness.
"Oh, yeah," Sally said nervously. She gingerly put her hand back into
Lisa's shirt, but it just wasn't the same.
"You don't feel like you mean it," Lisa observed.
"I feel stupid now. Before it was exciting."
"Here," Lisa said and slipped her own hand into Sally's shirt. Sally
gasped and almost cried out.
"What are you doing?" Sally gasped.
"The same thing you are. Can I kiss you?"
"Uh," Sally said nervously. Before she could answer a pair of warm lips came out of the darkness and touched hers. She gasped and her
eyes widened, then she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. After several minutes of gasping and groping, Sally's lips burned. Her nipples were hot and hard under Lisa's hands.
Sally sat staring at the slight light above the driver, horny and confused. Lisa's hands were burning her chest, making it hard to
breath, but they were right out in the open where anybody could see them if the lights came on.
Sally felt a movement beside her and felt her shirt being opened. In a second Lisa leaned down and began sucking on Sally's left nipple. Sally was totally inflamed, but also frightened. What would they do if
a passenger came back to use the bathroom, or worse yet, they came to a passenger stop? Each time they stopped the lights were turned on while passengers were let on or off. Lisa didn't seem to care, she just wanted sex. Sally now wished that she had not been so stupid to start something with the strange woman. After all, she knew nothing about Lisa.
"I am so hot," Sally complained.
"Take off your pants," Lisa said from the darkness.
"Somebody might see," Sally looked at the driver's reflection once more.
"So?"
"Well..."
"Do you know any of these people?"
"No, of course not."
"Then why does it matter? You will never see these people again, and they don't know you. Why would it matter what you did?
"It doesn't feel right," Sally complained, "I'm afraid," she finally
admitted.
"Yeah, of course you are, but that's what makes it so exciting, don't you see? You will remember this night for the rest of your life as perhaps the most exciting thing you've ever done."
"Oh shit," Sally gasped and with an electric shock of fear. She grabbed the waistband of her pants and slid them down to her knees.
Lisa grabbed the pants and slid them all the way to the floor, then off one foot.
"What are you doing?" Sally could imagine how dirty the bus floor was.
"Eating, Lisa said as she spread Sally's legs wide and slid up between them.
"Oh Lord," Sally gasped. She felt movement in the darkness. "I can't believe this is happening," she gasped when she felt Lisa's breath on her bare, shaking leg. The first kiss on her inner thigh sent fire
through her leg and into her pussy. The next was farther up her leg and her eyes widened expectantly. The next was just beside her pussy, in the sensitive crack of her leg, where it met her pelvis. She gasped
audibly and Lisa hissed in the darkness. Sally groaned and looked up at the driver. His eyes were searching the darkness in their area. What if he turned on the light?
Sally released the seat back and leaned as far back as she could. This made it easier for Lisa, and made her invisible to the driver.
Sally's loins were on fire. Lisa had been sucking the sensitive area near her pussy for almost an entire minute. Sally waited in horrified expectation, wishing that Lisa would dive right in. Finally, she felt
the tips of Lisa's fingers on the crotch of her panties. Lisa pulled them out and held them to one side. With no further hesitation Lisa gave Sally's pussy a full lipped sucking kiss. Sally gaped and threw her legs apart. Lisa grabbed her left leg and raised it until the heel was resting over on Lisa's seat. This opened her legs wide, almost
painfully wide.
Lisa got down to some serious munching. With a sucking mouth and searching tongue, she explored the depths of Sally's pussy thoroughly, first inside her vulva, then licking her slit in quick little strokes.
Sally jumped each time the tongue slid over her clit. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt. Why didn't men learn to eat pussy that way? Lisa slid her thumb up into Sally and concentrated on the area at the top of the little envelope. She slid her tongue through the wet folds of pussy flesh rapidly, like a cat drinking milk from a bowl. Sally's pussy was totally inflamed, her abdomen and ass were on fire as well. She reached down and held Lisa's face into her crotch
with one hand, and tweaked her nipples with the other. It was amazing, it was so erotic, in the darkness of the public bus.
The only thing that could ruin it was... Sally's eyes flew open when she heard footsteps coming down the center isle. The wet licking sounds were loud in the area between the seats, and the smell of
Sally's pussy was strong. With eyes wide in terror, Sally tried to push Lisa's head away, but Lisa refused to move.
"Oh, I beg you pardon," an elderly male voice said from the darkness.
"Ow, watch what the hell you're doing," Lisa complained. "There, go
through," Lisa hissed.
"Sorry," the voice said in embarrassment. The footsteps went back to the bathroom at the back of the bus. A dim light came on as the
bathroom door opened, but the light didn't reach them. It was bright enough for Sally to see that Lisa's feet were out in the isle and she was nursing one foot with a frown on her face.
"The asshole stepped on my foot," Lisa complained as the darkness closed in again.
"I tried to warn you that somebody was coming," Sally said in a sympathetic voice.
"Yeah, I felt you, but I was having too much fun," Sally could hear the humor in her voice. Sally's pussy was getting cold. Suddenly the dim light came back on briefly and the old man started back for the
front of the bus. Lisa held her feet out of the way as the footsteps approached. Sally felt a cold hand on her knee and gasped. The hand was ripped away as if it were burned.
"Sorry," the voice said again, obviously upset.
"Just get out of here," Lisa said, obviously upset. The footsteps hurried back to the front of the bus.
"Do you think he'll tell?" Sally asked, worried.
"Hell no, he'll set there fantasizing for an hour or so, then head back to the bathroom to beat his meat."
Lisa's warm mouth over Sally's pussy felt so heavenly. She sighed and petted Lisa's head as the pretty girl sucked her cold pussy lips. Then the tongue exploded into a flurry of activity, snaking here and there
inside Sally. Sally breathed with little cries of passion, well beyond caring what other people thought. The only thing in her world now was Lisa's sweet mouth, and the thumb that was snaked back into her vulva.
The thumb plunged in and out while Lisa's agile tongue flickered against Sally's clit. Sally pulled Lisa's face tight against her pussy and humped her sex against that sweet mouth. She could feel the heat all through her body.
Releasing Lisa's head, Sally grabbed both of her tits and began twisting the nipples in her fingers, while she held her tits in her
hands. The added fire in her tits, shot down through her stomach and joined that in her loins. She immediately felt the beginning of an orgasm building. Sally opened her eyes and saw light flickering in the bus. In desperation she looked out the window and saw the passing lights of a town. They would be stopping soon and all the lights would
be turned on. She must... Her orgasm suddenly exploded. She clamped her legs around Lisa's pretty face, and pulled her face tightly
against her thrashing pussy. Each time a wave of pleasure struck, she mashed her wet sex against Lisa's mouth. Lisa sucked and tongued
without a break. The brighter passing lights allowed Sally to watch Lisa enduring her final orgasm. It was absolutely beautiful. Lisa looked so sweet, even with her juice covered face half hidden by Sally's soft thighs and warm mound.
"Oh yes," Sally sighed as the orgasm began to fade. Lisa continued a steady pressure on her pussy, vacuuming any juices from her crotch so they would not stain her clothing. Finally, Lisa sat up and kissed Sally's knee.
"I need to go clean up," Lisa said with a quick smile. She looked out the window and laughed, "Perfect timing," she said and hurried away. Sally quickly slid her clothing back into place and sat up. The driver's eyes were on the road, so he must not have known anything was going on. There was still a strong smell of pussy in the air, but
other than that there was no trace of the wonderful thing that had happened there just a few minutes before. The lights came up as Sally began brushing her hair. She touched up her makeup and looked up with a smile as a shape appeared at her side. With a sigh and a trace of cold air, a young man of 19 or 20 sat in the seat uninvited, even though there were thirty empty seats around them.
"You looked like you needed a little company," he said with a confident smile.
"No, no I didn't," Sally said in disdain.
The man sniffed the air, then looked down at Sally's crotch with a smile. "I think you do," he said with a meaningful look.
"Get the fuck out of my chair," Lisa said, grabbing a handful of hair. She dragged the man out of her seat and gave him a shove.
"What the fuck? I'll kick your fucking..."
"You'll get shot in the face with my 38," Lisa said in a low voice.
"Now get the fuck out of here, WE don't want any."
"Fucking dyke," he grumbled and made his way to a seat near the front.
"I've got go," Lisa said hurriedly as she grabbed her bags from the opposite overhead compartment.
"But we haven't finished," Sally said in desperation.
"I've got to get off here, I've got friends who are expecting me. Some are coming with me to California."
"Maybe I could..."
"You DON'T want to go with me," Lisa said with a smile. "These people are very large and dirty, they ride bikes, and have sex constantly, with anybody who's available. You go on and make a good life for yourself. I'll be out later and I'll look you up."
"Here's my name," Sally said as she scribbled her name on an envelope and handed it to Lisa.
"Great, thanks," Lisa said and shoved it into her jean's pocket. Lisa brushed at her dirty knees and grabbed her bag off the seat. With a smile and wave she hurried to the front of the bus and jumped off. The driver waited for her at the baggage compartment, then pulled out two more bags. Lisa was loading the bags onto a cart as the bus pulled out into the darkness again. Sally looked back longingly and saw Lisa look at the bus briefly, then start for the terminal door.
Sally never saw Lisa again, but she did think about that night often, just as Lisa predicted. Sally was sitting in the wardroom of her newest ship one night, nursing a cup of coffee, when a fellow officer sat in the chair across from her. Sally looked up with tired, bloodshot eyes, then sat up straight and gasped when she saw black hair and ivory smooth skin. The blue eyes flashed up at her and Sally knew immediately that she had made a mistake. The woman was not Lisa.
"Wow, deja vu," Sally said quietly. "I thought you were an old friend of mine. You two look almost identical."
"She must have been a very good friend," the woman giggled and pointed at Sally's chest. Sally looked down in embarrassment, then smiled slyly and put a arm over her chest. Her nipples were rock hard.
"She was the very best friend," Sally sighed dreamily.
"I've had a few like that," the girl said, but I wouldn't mind having one more. I've never had that effect on another woman, well not that I know of."
It was the start of Sally's second lesbian affair, but it would definitely not be her last. With her sweet pixie face and blonde hair, she was hit on often, mostly by men, but with a few women mixed in.
She had made a good life for herself.
