Dream Fantasy (a la Gloria)

   I hadn't been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and muscular man with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next to me.  It was just beginning to get dark.  The long shadows had disappeared, and the weak light of a closed auto parts store across the street cast a moonlike glow over the nearby trees and shrubbery.  I nervously pulled my purse nearer,
looking down.

   "What's your name?" he asked.
   "Barbara," I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down to my hands.  His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could tell his gaze had returned to examining my breasts under my red cardigan sweater. I suddenly felt totally nude.

   Reaching into my purse, I removed several Hershey's Kisses, unwrapped one and put it into my mouth.  It was soft and sticky from the day's heat.    "Have some," I said, handing him two of the chocolates.  As he unwrapped one, I licked the chocolate from my fingers, looking into his eyes with my eyebrows raised.  His eyes met mine again with a smile.

   "Your hands are a mess," I said, and reached for his hand.  One by one, I placed his fingers in my mouth, first sucking and then licking away all traces of the chocolate with my tongue.  Without releasing his hand I stood, took my purse, and led him around the bus stop bench.  There was a school athletic field here, and a tiny building for athletic equipment squeezed the loose hedges and trees into an iron fence.  In a moment we were in the shrubbery between the fence and building.

   His hands reached for me roughly, brushing the underside of my breasts, but I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed him unprotesting against the wall.  His eyes widened.  Kneeling then, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his briefs down in a single stroke.  His cock swung slowly before my eyes; I could feel its warmth radiating onto my face.  Gently I cradled it in my hands, lifting it to my mouth.  I moved my tongue slowly around the tip and then slid it in.  It grew pulsatingly larger every second.  Placing my hands on his hips, I moved them around to his buns and held the loose flesh there, moving his cock in and out.  A groan escaped his lips and he placed his hand on the nape of my neck, slowly stroking my long yellow hair from the underside.    The pressure from his hand increased suddenly, his cock filling my throat.  His come filled my mouth, and the spasms from his groin pulsated from my head down my spine.  Swallowing, I stood and smiled at him briefly.  A sound from the street heralded the arrival of the bus.  "Bye bye," I said, slipping out of the hedges quickly.  "Barbara!" he called.  I said nothing, leaving him
there frantically dressing himself. 

   As I stepped onto the platform of the bus, I could hear "What's your phone number?" faintly over the roar of the bus' engines.  Not looking back, the doors closed behind me and the bus lurched into the deepening night.