It was the hottest day of the year for the small town. In the tiny third-floor apartment she shared with her mother, Cheryl was already sweating and it was just 10:00 a.m. Heat rises, and this apartment wasn’t insulated very well. They had no air conditioning, and she wondered how she would survive the day. She had already taken a bath and shaved everything below her neck in an attempt to stay as cool as possible. Fans just blew hot air around.
Finally, a thought came to her. ‘I could ride the bus around town!’ It wasn’t much of a bus line, but the county did provide minimal service at hourly intervals in town and to other outlying county areas. Best of all, the buses were air-conditioned! Louise, the bus driver, surely wouldn’t mind.
She decided to wear the coolest, lightest clothes she had to take advantage of any breeze that came her way. She wore a loose cropped, spaghetti-strap cotton blouse that buttoned up the front and stopped about two inches above her waist. No bra today, she decided, not wanting any extra fabric. She would avoid wearing panties, too. She had several mini skirts in the low rise style. The one she chose, made of a light fabric, started two inches below her navel and was about eight inches long. ‘Ahh,’ she thought, ‘I feel cooler already.’ She put a bare wisp of sandals on her feet. Not wanting to be burdened with a bag, she wore her little amulet chain belt containing only her house key and her bus pass. She grabbed a scrunchy and pulled her long red hair up into a high ponytail to keep it off her neck.
At age 19 she had a superb body, but her low self esteem told her she was too short at 5’4″, too short-waisted, and had arms and legs that were too thin. She was most proud of her newly acquired contact lenses, which finally rid her of the “four-eyes” comments. She was totally unaware of the effect her sensational figure had on men. Her perky D tits strangely needed no support from a bra.
She left the hot apartment, hoping for nothing more than an escape from the off-season heat. She lightly skipped down the stairs with no thought to who might be nearby. The bus stop was across the street. Halfway across, a stray breeze caught and lifted her skirt a few inches. Cheryl was grateful for the breeze. Old Mr. Anderson, walking to the store, was a casual neighbor whose worries seemed to melt away when he would see Cheryl on the street or in the store. This day he thanked the Wind Gods for the unexpected treat as her skirt gently lifted, which showed him the sweetest pussy he had ever seen. He grinned foolishly as she waved to him, oblivious of the treat she had just bestowed upon him.
After five or so minutes, the bus rumbled up. The door opened, she got out her bus pass, and stepped on. The driver was Tom, 25, and she had a crush on him.
“Oh, hello!” greeted Cheryl. “Where is Louise?”
“She’s on vacation this week,” Tom said, eyeing her appreciatively. He had never seen Cheryl look quite so… undressed… before. She looked at him and smiled sweetly. He had rugged good looks: tall, muscled, handsome.
“Boy, it’s hot outside!” She sat in the seat just behind Tom since it was closest to the blowing air conditioner.
At first it seemed cool inside the bus, but it was soon evident that it was only because of the few degrees difference from the outside temperature. Tom used the mirror to covertly look at Cheryl. He wondered if the heat had gotten to him. It was a slow day, with Cheryl the only passenger.
The bus moved on. Cheryl soon started to sweat from the heat.
“Tom, It’s so hot. Could you turn up the air conditioner, please?”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. It’s already up all the way.”
She looked disappointed. She was still too hot and wondered what she could do. She brightened with an idea. “Then,” she asked, Ankara bayan escort “would you mind terribly if I open my top?”
Tom looked at her through the mirror. He saw her teeny shirt. Do I mind? He wondered briefly if she was serious, and then decided that he didn’t care. She was lovely and the one bright spot in an arduous day. Plus, he was curious about what the enchanting girl was up to.
“I would be delighted,” he answered with a calm he didn’t feel. He did feel his cock twitch.
Trying to watch the road and the young woman in the mirror at the same time, he saw her slowly unbutton the little buttons. As the last button was undone she pushed the sides of the top to each side, exposing her softball-sized breasts with small pink nipples. ‘My God, they’re gorgeous!’ He now felt a throb in his groin.
“Ahh,” she murmured to no one in particular, “that’s a little better. I sure wish this air conditioner worked better, though. I can hardly feel anything cool coming out of it.”
She had few inhibitions, and never quite understood where the line of decency fell. She arched her back, pushing those orbs forward even more, in an attempt to reach any cool breeze from the machine.
A car horn brought Tom back to reality. He tried to pay attention to his driving. So far the few people he had seen as he drove by had not noticed his passenger. They were all too preoccupied with the heat.
A little further along, he snuck another peek. He watched in amazement as Cheryl, still pursuing a way to cool down, had now raised both feet to rest against the front handrail. This caused her legs to fall open and her skirt to scrunch up, and he got full view of her lovely bare pussy. Her head was leaning back against the seat and eyes were closed. He stopped the bus so that he could turn around to look closer. Her sweet cunt lips were open wide, as if also searching for relief from the heat. His mind was starting to malfunction as his reactions took over.
Just as he was trying to decide a course of action, she opened her eyes as she sweetly asked, “Do you know where I could get some ice?” Then a car horn sounded its impatience.
He gulped as he turned and guided the bus to the county road. “Honey, there’s no stores around here. But I have some ice in my cooler you can have.”
His reward was a sweet smile. Then to his utter disappointment her legs came down as she sat up.
She reached down to his cooler. Her large breasts were firm and pert, but jiggled a bit as she moved, a pleasure to behold. His erection was becoming a major distraction for him as he imagined himself touching those boobs, stroking them, and then licking them, kissing them, sucking them, causing them to tighten into kernel-sized bullets.
She located the ice and removed two cubes.
Another smile and a breathless “Thank you!” He finally realized that she was quite unaware that her actions were so seductive. That meant she was also probably inexperienced, maybe even a virgin.
Back on her seat, she had completely removed her blouse. With an ice cube in each hand, she was rubbing them up and down her breasts. He watched as her nipples tightened. The ice melted quickly, dripping down and wetting her skirt.
She stood, keeping her balance by holding on to a pole while she thrust her torso forward in a greater attempt to feel the cool output from the air conditioner. When she accidentally bumped against the pole, she realized the cool metal could possibly aid in her relief.
Tom watched with astonishment as she started rubbing her body up and down the pole. His hard cock was starting to be painful as he wished she was rubbing against him instead. His balls were pleading to be emptied.
The bus was now out in the country away from anything Escort bayan Ankara but the occasional farm. He gratefully slowed down while he waited for a slow tractor to rumble along in front of the bus until it turned into a dirt road. That gave him more time to watch the cute nymph.
Cheryl was now lifting her skirt and fanning it, trying to create her own breeze. With every lift of the skirt, he had full view of that mouth-watering pussy. Was she wet? Tom slowed down, but did not stop.
“Angel,” he finally said, “do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He had great control over his urges, but he was reaching his threshold, just by watching her!
She looked up in surprise. She knew that showing off glimpses of her body aroused her, but she didn’t realize the effect it had on others. She had had a few experiences with kissing and petting. But she was not touching Tom. She realized she had a lot to learn about all this sex stuff, and what made men function. She started to hope she could find out more from Tom. He was very intriguing. And he seemed very nice. But at the moment she was contrite.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’ll move to the back of the bus. Maybe it’s cooler back there anyway.”
He was sorry now that he had said anything. Just as he was about to retract his words, he watched her bend to retrieve two more ice cubes from his cooler. She turned and walked slowly down the aisle toward the last seat. Her skirt had not settled itself in back, and he saw her shapely bare ass, tantalizingly undulating from side to side. He held his breath.
There was a big truck coming from the other direction. Its driver opened his eyes wide and then grinned at Tom, giving a thumbs up and honking his air horn. Tom returned a crazy lopsided grin, feeling sheepish. He sighed as the bus reached the turnaround.
Reluctantly he called out, “This is the end of the line, Cheryl. Where are you headed?”
“Oh, nowhere. I just wanted to hang out in a place cooler than the hot apartment for a while. Please just keep driving!”
‘So this is what heaven is like. I must have been very good lately.’
She sat on the back seat. That seat cushion was made of a different material, some sort of vinyl that felt cooler to the touch. She glanced up front, seemed to shrug, and his hard cock now reached its full potential as he watched her remove her skirt and lay on her back on the long seat, the skirt instantly forgotten on the floor. Now all she was wearing were the sandals and the cute little chain around her waist. She seemed to find some relief, and she even fell lightly asleep.
Tom was torn. Should he pull over and go to her, or keep driving? Either way, he figured he would probably no longer have this job after today. Someone was bound to discover the naked nymphet and report him.
Since she was dozing, and no one had been at any of the stops, he thought he could keep driving for a bit longer. In fifteen minutes he would get his lunch break. By that time he could again be out in the country. Hopefully by then he would then think of something.
Cheryl, in her sleep, felt the vibration of the bus throughout her body. As if in a dream, she brought a hand up and touched her breast. She squeezed it, and rubbed the nipple. She had done this frequently enough at home with little success, but her body reacted to the added vibration of the bus on the road, enhanced by her location in the very back.
Tom now watched as her right leg bent so she could rub herself more thoroughly from the waist down. She rubbed in a circular motion lower and lower, until he thought he could hear her moan softly. He released the buttons on his pants, and his erect cock sprang into view.
He looked at his watch. Thank God, it was finally Bayan escort Ankara lunchtime! He pulled the bus over to the side, and turned into a dirt path. He parked and left the engine running so the air conditioner could continue.
He rose from his seat, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked down the aisle. He dropped the shirt, then his pants. He stopped momentarily while he sat to remove his socks and shoes. Now all he was wearing was a pair of blue bikini briefs. He hesitated, then pulled them down and off as well.
As he approached her he watched her fingers rub her clit. She was starting to frown, not obtaining the desired results.
“Here, Angel,” he whispered, “let me help you with that.”
He knelt on the bus floor as he gently lifted her hand and put his own in its place, continuing the same strokes.
She opened her eyes lazily and smiled when she saw him. She glanced down at his bare chest and smiled a little more.
“It’s too hot for your clothes, too, isn’t it?” she whispered, then let out small grunts as his fingers increased their momentum.
“Yes,” he whispered, “way too hot.”
Next he leaned down and kissed her sweet lips. He opened her lips with his tongue and used it to start probing. Her response was eager and immediate, both in her mouth and elsewhere, as her hips started moving with a thrusting motion of their own. Her hands now started rubbing her breasts. He stopped the kiss to catch his breath.
The back seat was wide. He placed a knee next to her while he started rubbing his manhood over her breasts. He thrilled as his cock felt her nipples.
“I’ll tell you what,” he whispered as his lips now moved to those breasts. “You can let me do that, too.”
But now she was losing the small control she had left. “Not enough, not enough,” she moaned. “I need more….”
He moved her hips to turn her slightly more toward him. Her gaping cunt was now swollen and completely wet. He slid his cock about three inches into a tightness that made him gasp. He wasn’t sure she could take him completely. She was petite, and he had yet to find a girl who could accommodate both its length and its girth.
“Don’t stop… you won’t stop, will you?” she asked.
“I promise I won’t stop until you want me to.”
“More… more… please… oh, more….”
No longer able to control himself, a contraction caused him to push the rest into her. ‘My God, it felt so good!’ He couldn’t help himself, he started to buck. Each time he pulled back, she thrust forward, not willing to let it go. All thoughts stopped as sensation after sensation overcame them both. She was so tight, so willing, so naïve, so perfect, so… hot.
At the same time, she was wondering if she would ever get release. With every thrust, she seemed to need something more… faster.
Just then a new, stronger sensation emerged. Her muscles reacted, capturing control, and she now bucked to match his thrusts, slamming their pelvises together with a massive force.
Her body shuddered uncontrollably, and she cried out from the ecstasy and relief as she climaxed with the feeling of shooting stars down her legs and up up through her body.
At the same time, he was coming, erupting again and again deep into her recesses, uttering grunting noises that every language on earth understands and with an emotion that mere words cannot adequately convey.
Finally, they were both spent. She slowly smiled at him, and leaned toward him to lick away his tears of joy and relief.
“Angel,” he quietly said at last, “You are a goddess sent from heaven. I adore you.”
“And you are my Adonis, a magnificent bull. I am yours.”
They both looked down to see his softening though still-thick member resting comfortably inside her tight well, with both his and her cum juices dripping onto the seat cushion.
She leaned back and closed her eyes. He watched her face, carefully looking for any sign of disappointment, instead turning blissful now because just before she fell asleep she whispered, “Can we do that again?” and slept, happily content.
She was finally cooler.