The Bus Stop (contest thread)

[Lady_Kit]

A recent contest devised by the beauteous Sexy Chele was hosted at Ricks Rooftop. The contest generated several possible encounters at a bus stop and from the entries, Ari and I were selected as the winners. Our prize was a closed thread together based on the topic. Personally, I think all the entries were great, and I encourage anyone reading this thread to also read the other posts.

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=53264&perpage=20&pagenumber=275

First the winning entries, then the story continues. Hope you enjoy reading along as we explore the possibilities of romance at the Bus Stop.

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The shower stopped. Stepping into the bathroom she kneels beside the tub. He looks down, smiles, and reaches out to caress her cheek. Standing above her, his body is wet and dripping. Taking a towel from the rack she begins to dry his muscled form.

She leans forward, running her hands up strong thighs. His manhood beacons, and she can’t resist a quick taste. Her tongue darts out to lick the drops of water from his cock. His gasp of pleasure encourages her, and she boldly takes another taste. Unable to stop, she begins to lap the water from his flesh, loving the clean fresh taste of his skin. He moans with each stroke of her tongue.

Delicately taking the bulbous head in her fingers, she lifts his penis. The water is warmer here where it has been trapped. Sucking each ball into her mouth, she gathers each bead of water. Rising, she kisses him, rubbing her wet face against his.

Her eyes open as the bus stops. He smiles and wishes her a pleasant day as he leaves. She gets off at the next stop. Perhaps tomorrow she’ll introduce herself as they wait at the bus stop.

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He gulped his coffee on the run and tossed the cup…fuck recycling, he only had three minutes to get to the bus stop!
She’d be there in her summer dress, sunshine yellow, blushing rose, azure blue…he’d seen them all…loved them all because they showed off her incredible legs.
Smooth sculpted knees to cup in his hands, long graceful gams to caress, slender ankles set off with a gold chain to kiss and tawny thighs to lick and lick and…

Jesus, he was hard as a rock!…it was effecting his stride. The clock over the bank showed 8:59! One fucking minute!….willing his pecker to behave he started running…

She’ll put down her newspaper and her full strawberry lips will smile. She’ll pat the seat beside her…a provocative hint of delicious curves will show above the neckline…

He turned the corner…
The bus!
He wouldn't make it!
She was stepping on, wearing a mint green dress he’d never seen.

“WAIT!!!!!!!!!!”

Too late…it was gone in a cloud of diesel fumes.

He sat down dejectedly and imagining the smell of her perfume and those glorious legs, he passed the time till the next bus quietly stroking himself.
Thank God for deep pockets

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Sara Charles

Standing at the bus stop, she wondered where he was this morning. He was often rushed, but had never missed the bus all together. It was charming really, the way he arrived each day, as if he’d run for blocks and slowed only to give the impression of having made his way in a more leisurely fashion. She smiled as she thought of the way his eyes lit up when he saw her waiting for the mid-town express. Those eyes, so piercing and expressive. If they truly were the mirror of ones soul, his was a seething pool of charged sexuality.

Just thinking of him caused the familiar tingle as she pictured him. His strong lean body, dressed in the business casual clothes that he favored for work. She had noted that he generally wore pleated slacks, and thought that some days it was probably a good thing. The electricity that seemed to flow between them was exciting enough to make her tantalizingly moist, she could only imagine that there was a corresponding hardness for him. In her dreams she had felt that hardness slipping inside of her body, merging them into one hot and powerful being. The image of him nude and erect, moving against her made her knees feel weak. Her tiny cotton thong was already damp, and at this rate, she’d have to slip into the ladies room at the office just to take the edge off her arousal.

Where was he! Looking impatiently at her watch, she noted the time, only a couple of minutes more and the bus would arrive. She had to see him today, tomorrow would be her last ride on this route and she couldn’t miss meeting him. Even though they rode the same bus down town, she had no idea where he went from there. Tomorrows’ ride would certainly be her last chance. This weekend she was moving to a new apartment and would be on a different route first thing Monday.

She had dressed carefully that Thursday morning. Her new mint green sundress accented her small waist and flowed softly around her tanned legs. She’d seen him admiring her when he thought she was reading her paper, so she knew that he appreciated her choice of feminine dresses and light strappy sandals for summer. She’d left her hair flowing softly around her shoulders and had added just a light touch of perfume. She was ready to finally meet this man that had invaded her dreams and fantasies for weeks now, but damn it, where was he?

 

[Lady_Kit]

OOC: Find this thread interesting? See other possibilites? PM me! Lots of people ride the bus. Just remember the guy with the deep pockets belongs to me.

 

[ariosto]

The 9:15 bus arrived before he could make a mess in his pants and standing up with a sigh Adam Taylor, positioned a newspaper in front of himself and climbed aboard.
He rode downtown next to a shapeless woman doing crossword puzzles and cursed his luck.
If he hadn't misplaced his keys, he'd have made her bus with time to spare and this morning he'd determined one way or another he was going to talk to her.
Tomorrow would be the last chance, his vacation was starting and he'd already booked a package deal to Cancun that was starting on Monday...time was running out.

They passed the Lincoln Avenue stop where she usually got off and he tried desperately to see through the myriad of small store fronts that made up this neighborhood', frame shops, galleries, bookstores, coffee houses. It was an artsy part of town.
His wasnt. By the time the bus got to his stop, Monroe and State he was in the middle of the commercial heart of the city.

He thought about her all the way up to the offices of the Adler and Cochrane Advertising Agency where he wrote copy for such products as DinoWhite Toothpaste and MayFlower Douches when he wasn't stealing time away to write his novel.

He'd driven his car into the City until last year when he realised he'd spend less time on a bus than he would sitting in traffic and then parking. It was a good decision...otherwise he wouldn't have known of the girl in the sundress and many a fantasy would never have been born.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Climbing from the bus, Sara consulted her watch, and briefly considered dawdling near her stop, just in case he might be on a later bus and see her as he passed. The idea was foolish, of course, she had much better things to do than to wait for a mystery man who might never show up anyway.

Strolling up the sidewalk she smiled happily to her neighbors as she passed. Seeing Casey, who ran the corner florist, she stopped to chat for a bit and pick up a fresh bouquet for her office. At the “Daily Grind” the coffee shop she favored, she had her usual double espresso to go, and headed for the gallery before the kind hearted owner could try again to convince Sara of the sterling qualities of the newest runner in the “Find Sara a Date Marathon”.

Opening the doors of the gallery, Sara breathed a sigh pleasure. The walls gleamed white and bright in the morning sun. Brilliant colors flowed from the canvases of local artists whose work Sara offered for sale. Heading directly to her office in the loft above the showroom, she stowed her purse and found a large vase for the flowers she had picked up. Settling behind her desk she booted up her computer and started reviewing the days appointments; with a frown, she came to the final item on her schedule.

3:00 - Adler and Cochrane - portfolio review

Propping her chin on the palm of one hand, she wishes, not for the first time, that this could be avoided. Commercial work…the very last thing she wanted to do, but the gallery wasn’t making quite the money she had hoped, and money was money.

Leaning back in her chair, she lets her mind drift to more pleasant thoughts…the bus stop guy…closing her eyes, she conjures her favorite fantasy and imagines what it must be like to be free to touch the body that he hides beneath the layers of clothing.

The room is dim, just the flickering light from a dying fire. Outside, snow drifts down, brushing against the frosted windowpanes. Two bodies lie entwined on the large four-poster bed. The shadows dance on the wall, a female form rises up, breasts high and firm…her head flung back as she rides the man lying prone on the bed. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she teases them both. Suddenly, strong masculine hands grasp her hips, and roll her to her back. With a triumphant laugh he takes control of the teasing, and the game soon becomes serious.

“No more games, Sara, no more mystery…now you’re mine.” The fierce pounding of his body against hers shakes the bed, making the headboard thump against the wall…the sound is soon covered by the cries of delight and satisfaction of the couple.

THUD…THUD….THUD…Sara!…..THUD….THUD….THUD…Sara…Open up!

Startled, Sara opens her eyes, momentarily disoriented as she looks around her familiar office. Quickly straightening, she thanks her stars that she had at least remembered to lock the door behind her when she came into the gallery. It wouldn’t do for her assistant to walk in and find her masturbating in her office! Adjusting her panties against her damp and heated skin and pulling her dress back into normal lines, she smiles at the lingering images and heads down the stairs to let in her assistant and open up for the day. Time enough for fantasy later…after her 3 o’clock meeting with the design team from the ad agency.

 

[ariosto]

Joe Cochrane finished thumbing through her portfolio amd then took another look at her resumé.

"It's been quite awhile since you did any ad work...but..."
Sara tried not to look as nervous as she was feeling but the stern appearence of the white haired man across from her was not reassuring at all.

He took another puff on his pipe.

"Okay here's the deal. Most of our work is done in house and from what your telling me you need freelance...right?"

She nodded...

Another puff...

"We have a new account for SecondSkin...stole it almost from
Fitzhugh Polaski and Ross."
He chuckled...

"SecondSkin....?"
She tried to recall the product...

"Yes..."
He swung his chair around and faced her directly.
"The second largest prophylactic manufacturer in the country."

Sara looked blank.

"Condoms Ms. Charles....rubbers."
He pointed the stem of his pipe at her.
"Are you up for it?"
He burst out laughing just as the door opened behind her.

"Mister Cochrane, I have.....Oh excuse me!...I'll be back..."

"No no, come in Adam."

She turned around to find herself staring at the surprised face of the man from the bus stop!

"Sara Charles meet Adam Taylor, the two of you will be handling the Second Skin account."

 

[Lady_Kit]

I…it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Taylor. Sara says as she stands to greet the newcomer. All the while hoping that the astonishment she feels doesn’t come through in her voice.

“Ms. Charles. Welcome to the team.” Adam took her hand and watched as her eyes widened at his touch. Did she feel it too? That spark when their hands met.

“Mr. Cochrane, I just came in to remind you that I start my vacation on Monday.” turning to Sara, “I’m leaving for two weeks so if we want to get something started, we’ll have to work fast.”

Was there a double meaning in his comment? Was he attracted to her too?

I don’t have a problem with moving fast. I can start immediately.

“Great! What do you say we discuss the campaign over dinner? See what comes up between us.” Adam grins with delight. Not only has he met the woman from the bus stop, he’ll be in a position to see her often.

“If you don’t mind, why don’t we meet at my apartment, around 7:30? I’ve got all my preliminary stuff there, and we can work without interruption.”

Dinner at your apartment? Sounds fine. Taking the hastily scribbled address from Adam, she smiled at Mr. Cochrane and thanked him for the opportunity, before leaving.

As she rode down in the elevator, Sara felt herself tremble with excitement. Adam, his name is Adam. After all these weeks, she finally knew his name, and his address. My God, she was going to have dinner with him tonight.

 

[ariosto]

He looked blankly into his refrigerator.
To say it was Spartan would have been an understatement.
But it was clean.

Realizing that Sara might be expecting something more than
peanut butter and jelly, vegetable soup and a Heinekins he did the only thing he could.
He ordered out.
Unfortunately the Chineese delivery boy arrived at the same time Sara did and his secret was discovered.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, I don't cook much....hope you like Chineese!"

She didn't.
"Oh yes I love it!"

He brightened and began spooning great gobs of moo goo gai pan and fried rice onto her plate.

"Let's see I think I have some beer in here."
He reached into the frig and pulled out two green bottles.
Sara shook her head.

"Milk?"
She laughed..."With Chinese!..No water's fine Adam."
She'd need a lot of it to wash down the mess on her plate.

They chit cahtted over dinner, he eating with gusto, she with
willpower but some how never got around to discussing their mutual fascination at the bus stop.

"Okay..." He tossed the last plate in the sink.
"Let's take our coffee to the couch over there and start brainstorming."

On the Coffee table was the box he'd brought home from work, scrawled across it in Cochranes bold hand, he'd written...

Here's an assortment of Second Skin products. Maybe theyll give you two some ideas...haha!

 

[Lady_Kit]

Sounds Great!

Sara wondered if her lack of enthusiasm for business showed. What she really wanted to get to work on was Adam. He hadn’t left her thought all afternoon. She doubted if even now, she could put two coherent thoughts together about the Second Skin line.

She had even dressed with him in mind. Her sun dress was one of the most daring ones she owned; multi-colored scarves formed the skirt and bodice. The clever draping and hidden stitches in the design gave the illusion that the scarves were counting on gravity alone to keep them against her skin. Beneath, she wore only a light coating of scented body lotion. The time that had not been spent on dressing was given to preparation, and she had indulged herself with a long soak in the tub; everything was shaved, smooth, and waiting, now, she just had to get Adam to pay attention.

A Second Skin sampler? Wonderful, this will give us something to play with while we brainstorm. So, what was the thrust of the old campaign? Turing innocent eyes to Adam, Sara begins removing condom packages from the box, while she waits for his answer.

“Well, um…I uh..I’ve got some copy here somewhere, I’ll…I’ll find it!” Moving to his desk, Adam rummages through the stacks of reports and loose papers. His real intent, to calm the raging hard-on he’s had ever since Sara had inadvertently flashed him when she sat down on the couch.

“Guess I left the copy at the office. I….” In disbelief he looks at the pile of condom packages on Saras lap.

You know, I saw a program on cable one night. A woman was giving instructions on sexy ways to apply a condom. Have you ever seen that? She even put one on like this.

Taking an open package, marked “EX Small” she places the rolled rubber between her crimson lips, and uses tongue and mouth to gently work it down onto two of her upturned fingers. When she’s finished, she raises mischief filled eyes meet Adams stunned expression. Picking up another package, this one marked “EX Large”, she asks,

Have you ever seen that Adam?

 

[ariosto]

"Ahhhh...no. No I haven't."
Sara was obviously not interested in business...not commercial business anyway.
"You do that very well.
Lot's of practice?"

She smiled, eyes gleaming under long long lashes...
"Not on fingers Adam."

He sat down beside her and offered a glass of cool white wine.
"This is no great shakes I'm afraid. No time to shop..."
He picked up the ruuber she'd just put down and blew it up. The end puffed out like a nipple.
He drew it into his mouth and sucked.
"You can do so many things with these you know?"

Sara was holding up an extra large, ribbed model...dangling it in front of him. She crossed her legs....sweet jesus, those legs!
"Do you think ANYBODY could fill this one up?"

He set his drink on the table.
"Tell you what. I'll do my damndest to try if you think you can
apply it to my big, hard, throbbing, cock the same way you did to your fingers."

He smiled sweetly and pointed to the tent rising in his pants.
"Whaddya think?"

 

[Lady_Kit]

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the evidence of Adams arousal. With a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eye, she replied.

I think that, you are definitely going to be even better than the fantasies.

Leaning forward, Sara allows herself just a taste of Adams mouth. She runs her hands up his arms, finally touching the broad shoulders that she has admired for so long. Nuzzling her face against his neck, she inhales the clean scent of soap and a light woodsy aftershave. Kneeling on the couch, she looks at him, letting him see the naked desire in her face.

Adam, I don’t want you to think that I’m the kind of woman that falls into bed with every man I come across. I don’t; but you have been on my mind for so long…I just can’t think about anything else. I have to know, are you as good as you look?

 

[ariosto]

He watched her fingers pulling down the zipper of his pants while she asked the question...

"In your case I'll do my best to exceed your wildest speculations!"
Her hand was cradling his cock allready, rubbing it through the soft cotton of his jockeys.
"I think you have already!"
Her look could have melted a popsicle in Antarctica.

"Ohh Jesus baby...how I have WANTED YOU!"
All reserve now was abandoned as Adam reached down, picked her bodily off the floor and sat her down on the wide soft couch.
She watched as he did a quick strip tease for her and was very pleased at what she saw. For the finale he stood between her long smooth legs holding the Second Skin's Big Blue Dragon Ribbed condom in one hand and the most dangerous erection she'd ever seen in the other.
"Now Sara, you were talking about a particular technique you'd developed for applying this thing I believe....."