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Archive-name: Casual/busstop.txt
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Archive-author:
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Archive-title: Dream fantasy ( a la Gloria)
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I hadn't been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and muscular
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man with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next to me. It was
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just beginning to get dark. The long shadows had disappeared, and the weak
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light of a closed auto parts store accross the street cast a moonlike glow
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over the nearby trees and shrubbery. I nervously pulled my purse nearer,
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looking down.
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"What's your name?" he asked.
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"Barbara," I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down to my
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hands. His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could tell his gaze
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had returned to examining my breasts under my red cardigan sweater. I suddenly
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felt totally nude.
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Reaching into my purse, I removed several Hershey's Kisses, unwrapped one
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and put it into my mouth. It was soft and sticky from the day's heat.
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"Have some," I said, handing him two of the chocolates. As he unwrapped
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one, I licked the chocolate from my fingers, looking into his eyes with my
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eyebrows raised. His eyes met mine again with a smile.
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"Your hands are a mess," I said, and reached for his hand. One by one, I
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placed his fingers in my mouth, first sucking and then licking away all traces
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of the chocolate with my tongue. Without releasing his hand I stood, took my
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purse, and led him around the bus stop bench. There was a school athletic
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field here, and a tiny building for athletic equipment squeezed the loose
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hedges and trees into an iron fence. In a moment we were in the
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shrubbery between the fence and building.
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His hands reached for me roughly, brushing the underside of my breasts, but
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I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed him unprotesting against the
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wall. His eyes widened. Kneeling then, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them
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and his briefs down in a single stroke. His cock swung slowly before my eyes;
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I could feel its warmth radiating onto my face. Gently I cradled it in my
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hands, lifting it to my mouth. I moved my tongue slowly around the tip and
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then slid it in. It grew pulsatingly larger every second. Placing my hands
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on his hips, I moved them around to his buns and held the loose flesh there,
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moving his cock in and out. A groan escaped his lips and he placed his hand
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on the nape of my neck, slowly stroking my long yellow hair from the
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underside.
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The pressure from his hand increased suddenly, his cock filling my throat.
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His come filled my mouth, and the spasms from his groin pulsated from my head
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down my spine. Swallowing, I stood and smiled at him briefly. A sound from
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the street heralded the arrival of the bus. "Bye bye," I said, slipping out
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of the hedges quickly. "Barbara!" he called. I said nothing, leaving him
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there frantically dressing himself.
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As I stepped onto the platform of the bus, I could hear "What's your phone
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number?" faintly over the roar of the bus' engines. Not looking back, the
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doors closed behind me and the bus lurched into the deepening night.
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