The Bus Ride

Daniel couldn't get her off his mind. He felt so alone since that brunette had left him on that roof two weeks ago. Since she had left, he had stopped looking at other women, something his mind did when he was dating someone. He had tried to find her, staying on the same bus at the same time for a week, then alternating busses, sometimes staying on it for hours at a time just to get the chance to see her again. But after two weeks he had almost given up, when on a day that was cool and overcast, he saw her at the same stop, on the same bus.

As she boards, she sits on a seat many rows away. He watches but doesn't see her look at him or in his direction for the whole trip. ~Maybe she has forgotten about me? Maybe she wasn't as impressed about my abilities as I am. Maybe she is married and doesn't want her husband to know.~ Daniel watches her the whole time, his attention fixed on her. She doesn't look his way once during the whole trip, finally getting off at her normal stop. Daniel decides to follow her, to see if she is just playing hard to get again. ~She has to remember me, I certainly remember her,~ he thought as he stepped down from the bus and onto the sidewalk.

As she walks down the street, she doesn't pay attention to him. If she turns in his direction, she never looked directly at him, but he has the impression that she wants him to follow her. Whether it is his imagination or not, he doesn't know.

He knows the path now and follows her towards the old building. He gets to the elevator and this time sees a mark of lipstick on the number 7. Daniel’s heart races as he knows she wants him to follow him.

He stepped out on the 7th floor, looking at the doors for a sign or lipstick. Not finding any he didn't want to start knocking, instead he listened to all of the doors to hear something. On only one door he heanytanything, finally knocking. The door pushed open at his knock. Surprised, he walked slowly into the room, not seeing anyone Light music emanated an old clock radio on the bed. Confused, he looks around the apartment but doesn't see the brunette. As he heads back towards the door he sees her standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. Daniel drops his briefcase immediately and walks up to her with his head down, knowing from the look on her face that he did something wrong. As he approached, the brunette closed the door and led him by the elbow into the bedroom where she pushed him onto the bed.

Daniel looked up and saw her standing over him, her bright blue eyes looking down on him with contempt. Without changing her expression she unbuttoned the suit coat that she wore and pulled it off. He was transfixed with her otherwise loose blouse that was pulled across her chest Her breasts were tugging at the fabric of her blouse though a white bra, just begging to be released. She slowly started to unbutton her shirt, with each button his member grew more rigid. ~God this woman has it all, power, influence, and a perfect body, what more could a man want,~ he thought as she pulled the tails of her shirt out from under her skirt and slipped her shirt open so he could take a look.

Daniel could feel his mouth salivate like a dog's when she reached up under her shirt and unbuckled her strapless bra. He almost bounded off the bed and into her arms as her breasts were released from their silk prison and felt air. A soft moan escaped Daniel's mouth as she let down her hair and ran her fingers through it, the motion causing her breasts to jiggle slightly.

She looked at the man on the bed in front of her and raised her hand. Making a small "come here" motion with her hand, Daniel sprung up from the bed. She motioned for him to get onto his knees and he complied, almost reluctantly. Noticing that he wasn't quite ready, she touched her stomach and he kissed it as indicated, running his tongue across her belly, sucking the skin right above her navel. If he reach up and touched her breast she pushed him back down by the shoulder.

~When will she let me touch her, in the way I want to. The way I need to,~ Daniel thought. This teasing was eating him up inside, his penis rubbing painfully on the inside of his jeans as he was forced to sit here and comply with her wishes. Finally he looked up and she gave a slight nod and bent over. Reaching up, he took her breasts in his hands and began expertly rubbing and sucking at them. She hovered over him, letting him have her just at the rate she wanted.

When she was done, she stood up and with a finger under his chin, drew him up at the same time. dragdragged her finger down his neck and towards his pants, circling each button on his shirt and finally running it over the zipper to his pants. ~Finally~ he thought, nee needing any more explanation, he disrobed quickly, but tried not to rush it, for fear of angering her. After he was disrobed, she pushed him back against the bed and he fell back onto it. He watched as she slid out of her skirt, exposing a pair of white garters and silk or satin underwear.

As he lay there trembling in anticipation with his stiff penis laying against his stomach; she climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. Resting her pussy against the shaft of his dick, she settled down against him. The only thing separating them was a thin piece of white cloth. The brunette arched her back as she began sliding her clit against his penis. The friction of the cloth and the shape of his member caused her nipples to stick out with fervor.

Daniel's eyes went blurry as became lost in his own excitement. ~The torture is excruciating. ~I hope I get my turn soon,~ he thought. She allowed him to put his hands on her hips and help her slide against him. Her breathing increased as the motion became quicker, more insistent. Then just as he thought he would cum, she stopped her gyrations and slid off of him and onto the bed.

As she leaned against the headboard wearing only her open blouse and panties she opened her knees, exposing herself to him. With a 'come here' wag of her finger, Daniel rolled over onto his stomach. Settling in between her thighs, he inhaled deeply no her scent; the source of it could be seen as a wet spot in the middle of her panties. She raised herself off the bed and Daniel slipped her panties off slowly, letting the fabric slide down her tanned legs slowly, finally shucking them off her ankles and tossing them on the floor.

Her pussy was exquisite, a nice patch of hair at the top, shaved into a triangle that pointed directly at her lips. As she spread her knees apart, he could see her lips open slowly, showing her clit to him. He readily let her grab a hold of his head and pull him down against her. Working his magic, within a few minutes he could hear her pant and moan with each flick of his tongue. Daniel wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled himself deeper into her, sliding his tongue in and out of her, until she let out a primal scream and almost tore his skin as she dug her nails into his scalp. He rode her through her orgasm, keeping up the pressure until she started bucking her hips and threatened to hyperventilate.

As she came down from her release, she pushed his head back off of her and rubbed her clit with her finger, bringing on several s aft aftershocks. Daniel could only sit and watch, waiting for her next order. She licked her finger and complied, getting up on her knees and pushing him back onto his back. Towering over him, she reached out and took his member in her skilled hands, slowly sliding up and down it. When she thought he was good and ready, she leaned down and put her lips against it. She worked on teasing him, just licking it a little, or giving it one good suck before releasing it. She enjoyed watching the look on his face, the almost tortured wriggling he did every time she made it look like she would get down to business and give him a proper blowjob.

Daniel for one was a little perturbed at her actions, but knew he was powerless to do anything about it. When he did try to reach up and pull her head down onto him, she pushed it away forcefully and nipped at the end of his penis. That was the last time he tried that. Some welling deep inside of him was telling him that he needed to take control, but he was too dominated at this point to put up more than token resistance.
After a few minutes of the teasing and stroking, he could feel his dick throb with desire and his balls were engorged with seed. Sensing his discomfort, the brunette slid herself over him, straddling his legs again and, taking him in hand, directed his member to its target. Slowly she worked herself down onto him, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Once she had slid herself down onto him fully, she leaned over and pressed her breasts towards his waiting mouth.

He grabbed the globes as they came towards him and he began licking and suckling on them as she began fucking him. Within minutes they were both working towards a mutual orgasm. Just as it washed over them, she opened her mouth and pressed it against his. As they shared their mutual orgasm, they also shared their very breath; the action intensifying the ecstasy. She screamed into his mouth as he moaned into hers, their fluids mixing inside of her until she collapsed on top of him.

They were both panting heavily as she slid off of him restrested on the bed next to him. When he trusted himself enough to move, he slid his head over against her breast, letting it be his pillow as they both slipped off to sleep. As he lost himself to dream, he heard her voice for the first time. She only said "That was nice" as she fell to sleep her self.

When he awoke an hour or so later, he found he was alone in the bed. Quickly getting dressed, he ran around the dingy place looking for her, but to no avail, she had left him again. He sat down on the bed, defeated, but privately happy that he might be able to see her again.