Secrets
Bus ride to an Orgasm. Part 1
It was 5 hours long. I’d carried a book to read on the trip,I was almost done with the final chapter when I heard someone say we were 10mins away from arriving at our destination. I knew she couldn’t wait to see me. I was excited too but I didn’t want to show it. I wanted to maintain that cool muthafucka veneer long enough for her to see it and let her know that I could care less if I was here with her, but I did want to be there. I had known her for a long time but never made a move. Mainly, because I was in another relationship, but I wasn’t in one when she texted me for the first time. After a few weeks of texting back and forth, including the occasional call, she decided we needed to take it to the next level. Ha! Sex. I’d known this was coming. She told me she spent her nights with her hands down her knickers rubbing away at her clit, with thoughts of my dick ramming away at her moist pussy. She was whipped even before I’d taken off my pants. When I alighted the bus, I found her waiting for me. The girl that met me wasn’t the same one I’d remembered, she was a vision! (ha! admit it, for a second there you thought I’d been catfished, psyke!) I could tell she’d just done her hair. It was swealtering outside and she’d wore a pink spaghetti top that barely covered her navel so that I occassionally glimpsed flashes of her flat tummy. Her waist must’ve been the size of a wasp’s and looking lower, by Gaad, what came after it was an ass so fat I could’ve sworn she was hiding midgets in her back pockets! Her black hipster must’ve been struggling to keep it together at the seams from the strain her ample thighs put on them. “God have mercy on them jeans,” was my silent prayer. I could feel that sharp pain of anticipation in the pit of my stomach. This was going to be a long weekend. I didn’t comment on her breathtaking beauty though, (you’ve got to create that doubt in her mind so that she tries harder to impress you) so the way to her place, we had small talk about the long bus ride and how I needed to get used to the humidity that usually blanketed the city. Boring. She did most of the talking. I was busy elsewhere. The visuals I had in my mind were of how I was going to grab a handful of ass as I entered her from behind, mh mh mmmh! It started to show on my face, (I’m terrible at poker) and she noticed, so I had to stop. We arrived at her place. It was a cosy and tastefully furnished one bedroom apartment, can’t say more because I don’t remember anything else, I was there for pussy, not sofas! Once I set myself down on the two seater, I could feel the insides of my boxers hardening! This was it. It was time. She had gone to the kitchen to bring me a glass of Water. She came back and placed it on the corner of the coffee table near me. She sat close to me. I couldn’t wait. I grabbed her and kissed her gently. I pulled her closer and her heart was pounding so fast I
