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Subject: {ASSM} {Nobby Nobbs} "Bus-Stop" (MF, rom?)*RP*
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This story was first posted in November 1998 by the me under a diferent
name. Since then I has moved on with my life. I have moved in with my
girlfriend, moved to a new town, and got a new job. I feel that a change in
pen name is appropriate.
Revision 1.2
Original posted in November 1998
Comments can be sent nobby.nobbs@virgin.net
**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the age of
18 (in the UK at least). If you are not old enough to read this in your
country, then don't. It as simple as that. Same goes for people who are
offended by this type of material. No-one if forcing you to read it, if you
don't like it, don't read it.
**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American images
that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get confused from time
to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes
from the Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett.
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Bus-Stop
by Nobby Nobbs
(c) Copyright 1998 Nobby Nobbs
When people ask us how we met, I have to smile and reply, "On the bus." Of
course they can't be told the whole story, and those who spot June and I
looking at each other and grinning like Cheshire cat's ask what's going on.
Imagine how embarrassing it was at dinner with her parents.
This is the first time that the true story of how we met has been shared to
anyone other than ourselves.
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My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of junk and had finally
given up the ghost. Unfortunately I hadn't yet had a chance to shop around
for a new one, so I was resigned to taking the bus to work. It wasn't so
bad in the morning, I went in early and the bus was always empty. It was a
different story in the evenings though. The mass exodus of shoppers and
students from the town centre made the journey home very uncomfortable.
This particular day I was late getting to the bus stop, and so the bus was
down to standing room only. And not very much standing room at that. I got
on, paid my fare and made my way towards the back of the bus to let more
people get on. She got on after me. A couple of inches shorter than me,
with a perfect crop of blonde hair, she stood in front of me, both of us
facing the front, as the bus pulled out of the station.
We were already quite close, in each others 'space', and the scent of her
perfume flooded my nostrils. It was a musky, sexy smell, I recognised it as
being something expensive, but I couldn't tell you what.
She had some heavy shopping bags on the floor by her, and I almost offered
to help her with them when more people got on the bus at the next stop and
we all had to move backwards. Inhibition stopped me, or maybe it was when
she stepped on my foot as she shuffled back. She turned around to look at
me with apologetic eyes.
"Sorry," she said, "Are you OK."
"Fine," I said, "Don't worry about it."
By now the bus was full, and she was standing pushed up against me. She
was shorter than me, I could just see over the top of her head, but my
crotch was still lined up against her glorious round ass. Her scent was
driving me wild, and I found myself picturing images that any healthy
heterosexual male would have, given the situation. My cock was beginning to
stir, I could feel it moving upwards and out. This could be embarrassing.
I desperately tried to think of the most boring thing I could. Cricket,
that's boring, but then I started thinking about an article in Sunday's
newspaper about some cricket star who was great in bed according to his
alleged lover. Shit, must think of something boring. Snooker, no that was
no good, I once tried to teach a girlfriend how to play and it meant leaning
over her, my ass against hers. It didn't seem to matter what I thought of,
my over-sexed brain always made some connection to sex, which only gave
strength to my growing bulge.
I knew that the girl in front of me would be able to feel my dick pushing
against her ass by now. I was convinced that she could feel every pulse as
it filled with ever more blood. I was already embarrassed and she hadn't
yet turned around and told me off. What would it be like when she did? I
was just thankful that most people would be getting off the bus in a few
stops time, and I could move away from her to avoid the situation getting
any worse.
Eventually the bus began to clear and seats became available. I sat a
couple of seats behind the blonde girl, and began to calm a little. The
hormones were raging though, and I decided to put my favourite porn movie on
and have a good old fashioned wank when I got in.
Two stops before mine there was only five people left on the bus, myself,
and the blonde girl included. No-one got on or off at the next stop, and I
suddenly realised that there weren't too many stops after mine. I prayed
that the girl I had been forced to rub up against stayed on when I got off,
I would be so embarrassed otherwise. Praying when you don't really believe
in a god is a bit silly, and any god that happens to hear your prayer is
bound to take the piss. As I rose to disembark the bus, she did too. I was
up and past her seat, waiting for the bus to stop, before she had even
managed to get her multitude of shopping bags out from behind the seat.
Getting off the bus carrying only a newspaper I felt very guilty as she
struggled with her load. Being a softy at heart I helped her down off the
bus, and held some of her shopping for her as she tried to work out the best
way to carry it all.
"Look," I said, "Why don't I help you carry it back to your house?"
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked.
"No, I don't mind. How far is it?"
"Just around the corner here." she pointed in the same direction as my
house. This girl lived in the same street and I had never seen her before.
How could that be?
"That's the street I live in." I said.
"Wow, what a coincidence."
I took the heaviest of her bags and we started to walk towards her house.
She lived further up the street than me, I since I don't go up that end for
any reason that might explain why I hadn't met her before. Still, I knew
most people in the street in some way.
"I haven't seen you around before," I said
"No, you wouldn't have. I only moved in last week. I'm still getting to
know the area."
"Well unless someone else has already, let me be the first to welcome you to
the street."
"My neighbours already did, but thanks anyway. I'm June by the way."
"Hi June. I'm Patrick, or Pat, or... No, you don't want to know my other
nicknames."
"Why on earth not?"
"They're not exactly clean, rugby club and all."
"I see."
I pointed out my house as we past it, and walked up the street another ten
or so houses before she indicated that we had arrived at her house.
"This is one of those they converted into flats isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah, One up and one down. I'm on the top."
I walked her to the door where she took the shopping from me. As she
entered the house she turned to me and invited me in for a coffee.
"It's the least I can do after you were so kind to help me."
"Don't be silly, it was no trouble."
"I insist."
"Actually," I paused, unsure, "I'm a little embarrassed. I only helped
because I felt guilty after, you know on the bus." I felt the blood rush to
my cheeks and I started to go red.
"Ay, now who's being silly," she said, "The bus so full and we were forced
so close, I'd have been positively offended if I hadn't got a reaction. Now
come on in and have a drink."
I relented and followed her through the door and up the stairs to her home,
carrying the bags of course.
It was a small flat, a tiny little hallway leading off to four rooms, which
I assumed were kitchen, lounge, bathroom and bedroom. She entered the hall
and placed her bags on the floor.
"Just leave those there," she said with a hand wave to were she had left her
bags, "Come with me and I'll put the kettle on."
I followed her through one of the doors, and was surprised to find it was
the bedroom. No sooner had this fact registered with me than she was
shutting the door behind me and pressing me back against it.
"Oh, God," She said, her voice a deep growl, "Ever since I felt that big
cock of yours prodding my ass on the bus, all I've been able to think about
was it pumping in and out of me."
She kissed me hard on the lips. I was surprised at first, but settled into
it and kissed her back. It was a short, but very passionate kiss, then she
broke away, and reached down for my belt.
"Come on, lets see it."
She fumbled in her haste to open up my trousers and free my cock, but when
it was she held it in her hand and stared down at it.
"It doesn't look that big, but it felt huge pressed up against me. Perhaps
I need a better look."
She dropped to her knees so that her head was level with my dick. She
looked it over, examining it, before engulfing it in her mouth. She slurped
noisily on it for a while, moving her head back and forth and driving me
wild. I closed my eyes and leaned back on door, enjoying the sensations she
was giving me. She ran her tongue in little circles my cockhead, and sucked
more of dick into her mouth.
Suddenly she stopped and stood up again. She looked me squarely in the eye
and licked her lips.
"I want you," she said, "I want you to fuck me."
"Fine by me," I said, "but first..."
I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. It was difficult because
my trousers were still around my ankles. When I finally got there I plopped
her down on the bed, which she bounced on. I reach up and took hold of her
panties, pulling them down and off.
It was my turn to fall to my knees, and once there I pulled her towards me
so that her bum was on the edge of the bed. I bunched her skirt up around
her waist then dived in to attack her dripping pussy with my tongue. I
licked along the length of her pussy lips, before dipping it inside her
slick hole. I revealed in her taste and the sounds coming out of her mouth
as she enjoyed my attentions. I reached one hand up to find the soft flesh
of her tit. One there I massaged it and squeezed the nipple through the
material of her dress and bra. With my other hand I searched out her clit
and began to rub it gently with my thumb while still licking inside her with
my tongue.
Her vocalisations became louder and she reached down to grab my head,
pulling me closer to her.
"Oh yeah, Come on, Oh yeah."
She began to move her hips against my mouth as I moved my tongue in and out
of her as if it was a penis. Her hips found the same rhythm as my tongue,
and she went from vague words of encouragement to totally incomprehensible
sounds.
I pulled away from her and stood up. She whimpered her objection to this
action and reached up for me. I shook my head at her, then pulled my
T-shirt up and over my head. She got the idea and jumped up to her knees
and her pulled dress up and over her head. She was now knelt on the bed in
only a lacy white bra. She reached behind her back and unclasped it while I
watched.
She tossed the garment across the room. I kicked off my trousers and walked
over to her on the bed.
"Turn around." I said.
She did, her pert little ass pointing at me. I grabbed it and gave it a
squeeze. She closed her eyes and moaned. This time I slapped her ass
gently, causing the flesh of it to wobble. She wiggled her hips at me in
response.
I fisted my cock and prepared to slip it into the beautiful blonde girl on
her hands and knees on the bed in front of me. She turned her head back to
look at me and offered me some verbal encouragement. It was hard to believe
that I had only met this girl an hour and a half previously, and now she was
urging me to fuck her. I didn't even know her surname!
"Come on baby, Fuck me." She said.
I could wait no longer. Ever since my cock had been pushed up against her
ass on the bus this was all I could think off. I lined my cock up with the
entrance to the twat and pushed it in slowly. She moaned long and loud as
I slid into her until my cock hit her cervix. I pulled out all the way as
slowly as I had entered, then pushed back all the way in quickly. June
gasped, as if my dick was a piston, forcing the air out of her body.
I slid out again and began to work up a rhythm, and still it was as if the
air was being forced out of her lungs with each thrust as she gasped louder
and louder.
I picked up the pace, humping her harder and faster. Her cries became
louder and she lost control as her hips began to buck and writhe against me.
She was cumming. As the waves of orgasm ripped through her, she pounded the
bed with her fist and was almost screaming.
All this was too much for me. I was already worked up even before entering
her bedroom, but now I was ready to burst. My hip movements became erratic
and the wires in my brain fused as my cock exploded and I filled her with my
seed. Two, three, four strong squirts later I was finished, and collapsed
at her side.
June collapsed beside me, her arm draped across my chest. We both took deep
breaths until eventually she propped herself up her elbow and looked me in
the eye.
"That was fantastic." She said, "I'm glad I took the bus today."
We both burst out laughing, and were overtaken by an uncontrollable fit of
giggling for a short time.
"Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked eventually, when she had stopped
laughing.
"Not at the moment." I replied.
"Well?" she said.
"Are you asking me out?"
"Kind of," she said, "It's just that I wouldn't normally sleep with a guy
until the fourth or fifth date, and since we've already fucked...."
"You think we should go out on four or five dates to make up for it."
"Exactly."
I considered this for a moment. I hardly knew June, but she seemed quite
nice, she was gorgeous AND she was a great lay.
"Sounds good to me." I said
"Great, what have you got planned for dinner tonight?"
"Nothing."
"Well I'll cook here, on one condition."
"What's that."
"You buy the wine."
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**Copyright Notice
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only (Personal being you and friends/family/partner, but not the general
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This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit by
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names of the people and places involved may or may not have been changed to
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past, present and/or future. Any similarity between actual people and/or
places, real or otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other
hand....
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Face of."
-- (Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures)
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