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Melissa Hammond loved late-night buses. They were her sexual weakness if you can call it that, with few passengers all desperate to get home from a night of revelry, she drank in the aroma of exhaled alcohol. It was such a different experience for her because Melissa never drank alcohol, yet on the night in question, and there was no mistaking that fact, she was as high as a kite.Her adrenalin-fuelled excitement started when the bus doors opened in the centre of town. She smiled and presented her local travel card to the driver; her hand shook briefly and her nerves clenched at her stomach before she turned to walk up the aisle of the bus; her nipples, spring-loaded under the heavy cream coloured coat. Pocketing her card and with both hands in her coat pockets, she opened her coat slightly as she swayed to the back of the bus; revealing her dress and naked thighs to anyone sitting on the seats.Melissa was fortunate that she didn’t have to concentrate too much with only one man on the bus, sat three rows from the back seat. He was her target for the evening though he didn’t know it. She sauntered past him and tried her best to make eye contact; though his eyes were fixed on the white patch of lace that flashed like a beacon from under her tiny red dress (panty-line would be the perfect adjective for the length of her dress). She took her time, placing one foot after the other and swaying from side to side as the bus pulled away. She quickly removed her hand from her coat pocket to grasp at the vertical handrail. Her legs opened slightly and for her target, there was no mistaking the dark patch of wetness that made her panties transparent.Eventually, çankaya escort the man looked into her eyes to catch her smile and glistening steel-blue eyes. His head immediately dropped to the floor to avoid eye contact with the one person that knew what he was staring at. As she passed him, the bus lurched sideways and her hand rested on his shoulder, inches away from the rail behind him. He looked up. She looked down and apologised profusely. Her coat hung open. The man was suddenly and rudely faced with her extended nipple that threatened to push its way through the fabric of her dress and into his waiting mouth. Melissa turned swiftly and proceeded to the back of the bus where she sat down with her legs crossed.Waiting…Normally, she calculated on at least thirty maybe forty seconds before they turned around to look. This one was hard work. She stared at the back of his neatly combed head of hair, willing him to turn around. When he did she quickly dropped her gaze to her hands before looking sideways out of the window.His brief turn of the head reassured him that she was indeed safe in her seat. His gaze turned to his left and focused on the bus stop sign that whizzed past the window. With no one standing there and no one waiting to get off the bus driver sped onwards. In the reflection in the window, he caught the woman move. He could clearly see that her legs were open and that her hand was busying itself between her thighs. He slowly wrenched his head to the front, away from temptation, only to find that her mewling sounds now reached his ears and were drilling keçiören escort into his brain. With each sound came the increasing need to turn around. To see what would happen if he looked. Would she stop? What would she do?He turned…Melissa let a solitary finger slide over her white panties; the up and down movement of that red fingernail mesmerised his senses. His mouth opened of its own accord and his eyes were glued to the sensual sight. He never noticed when Melissa opened her eyes to look at him. Her lips parted to reveal her silky-wet tongue. Her eyes studied him hard; delving into his married soul, knowing that soon, he would be unfaithful. Did he know that? She thought it unlikely.Melissa’s cough got his attention. She let out a loud sigh when he looked at her from over his shoulder. His eyes were torn between the slit she was stroking and the trance like hold that her eyes had on him. Melissa pulled her panties to one side to reveal her glistening slit that already exuded white sticky fluid. She wanted to push her finger inside her needy cunt but she just smiled in his direction and with the crook of her finger motioned for him to come hither.His gaze rested on her eyes. She could see him thinking and she knew that his heart would be pumping ten to the dozen because she had been in that exact same position when a woman did that to her a long time ago now. She couldn’t resist her, just like he couldn’t.Melissa knew what he would do. She worked it all out like a game of chess, the opening was over and done with and the middle game was about to start, though, in all honesty, etimesgut escort it was the end game she loved the most. His next move would be to loop the bag over his shoulder and place it on the seat next to him, then he would get up, realise his mistake and drop to his knees before crawling towards her. She would be smiling and spreading her legs for him and by the time his mouth reached her juicy slit, her hands would be on both thighs pushing them apart. His tongue would extend and that’s where it would get interesting.Melissa wouldn’t say a word. She would let her head fall back against the bus and let him eat her towards orgasm.He did just that. His hands came upon hers as his tongue contacted her puffy lips, immediately sinking it between them, prising them apart before pushing in. She knew the taste would be wonderful because it always was, at least to her and all her countless fuckers that she met on the late-night bus. His tongue pushed inside her and gathered up her juices before pulling out and lapping at her sloshy offering. She loved it when they used the flat of their tongue to wash her nether regions clean of sticky juice.This one was good, she thought. Her eyes opened once to glance down the bus towards the cab but the driver was in his element whizzing past stops because no one was waiting; his only concern was to end the shift and get home early so that he could fuck his wife.Melissa pushed her twat up towards his face as her lover licked her. She was dying to grasp the back of his head and jerk him into her freshly mowed cunt but she resisted. She wanted him to take her. His eagerness soon took hold of his senses and his gentleness subsided when he started to push her thighs back onto the seat. His face buried in her pussy and his tongue lapping at her pink opening. With his tongue buried in her cunt he wriggled his head up and down pushing it further inside. A finger joined it and then another; the slut that she was only made her orgasm come faster.

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