Life is like a big bus with lots of people on board. Different things can happen during the ride, like bad smells, good talks, bumpy roads, and more. Today, something unexpected happened to me: I met a new and healthy person.
Let me explain: I arrived a bit late at the bus station because I had to go on a work trip in a hurry. When I went to buy a ticket, they told me the first bus was full and I had to wait for the next one. I wasn't happy about it, but I didn't have a choice. I sat quietly by the desk, checking my belongings to make sure I didn't forget anything important.
A little while later, they called me to join the supposedly full bus because one of the passengers who booked a ticket didn't show up.
As I got on the bus, I saw this very confident and deep-looking African man with dark skin. We both smiled at each other, and I ended up sitting next to him. Our seats were separate from the others, just the two of us together.
I had a feeling it was going to be a nice journey, I just didn't know exactly how yet.
We started talking, and he seemed really thoughtful and knowledgeable. Eventually, our conversation got more personal, and he shared with me why he was on the journey. It turns out, he had just broken up with his girlfriend, and it was really tough for him. That's why he decided to travel away from the city, just to have some space and time alone to think.
It was tough seeing him hurting, but I knew it wasn't the time to talk about my own struggles. All I wanted was to comfort him, so that's what I did. I listened to him, offered him words of encouragement, and let him know that he wasn't alone.
He gently held my hand, rubbed it slightly and thanked me for my warm-heartedness. I liked where we were headed.
Tell me about destiny_while the chemistry was building itself, the bus galloped pushing me against him so quickly that our lips touched...magic right? I knew it.
I was conscious of what had happened and tried to move away, but he hadn't had enough. He caught my lower lip in-between his lips and sucked a bit with his eyes closed before he gently let go.
My heart pounded. I expected an apology, but none came. The air was cold, but after some five minutes we resumed talking again. He told me a bit about his work, he said that his working desk was his favourite thing about his workspace. He described the desk so vividly that I wanted my peachs 🍑 on it.
We soon stopped at an eatery to get food before we continued our journey. It was the first time I seeing him fully_it made sense that he didn't apologise for the kiss. He was one of those fictional characters women die to have a little moment with. Now, I wished the kiss lasted longer.
He held me and helped me step down from the bus, then held my hand tightly as we walk into the entry. I didn't know why, but I felt safe and beautiful and happy and among and taken and...all right!
I insisted on not wanting to have anything to avoid motion sickness, but he packed a full bag anyway. He said it was in case I changed my mind.
We went back into the bus and things happened so quickly and I was already comfortable talking about my size and best colours of G-string. We laughed about stuff.
I rested my phone on his thigh and bent to loosen my shoelaces. I got right up to pick back my phone but my hand was resting on something harder and warmer than my phone. I didn't let go. He kissed me and didn't apologise, I could hold onto his member and not apologise too.
So, I gave it a little rub over his pants and tool my hand away, but he dragged it back. I could have fought him on that, but he was just heart-broken man moving away from his misery. If rubbing his member was the only thing I could do, I should do it, right? I'm glad you agree.
He soon loosened his belt to let the whole man out...damn!!! It's not something you can imagine, let's skip that.
He had some fluid dripping of his pipe and I already ran out of wipes, so I just licked it off. I knew that I did the right thing because the tongue is the first towel humanity ever knew.
I liked it off and was on my wag up before he pushed me downwards. It was a bit harsh and that left his member buried deep into my pharynx. I gaggled with my eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. I liked it, so I went again and again until my mouth was filled with some salty fluid. I don't remember what I did with it.
He asked that we switched seats. I knew what it was about, and didn't want it. We have exchanged contacts abs will meet tomorrow after my work meeting. He needs to hear all about my breakup, too. I need some consoling, too.
Photo credit: Elizau Dias.
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