Bus Trip

Lisa watched the passing scenery with lazy, tired eyes. She
was bored and a little tired. The bus had just left Stuckey's,
she had eaten well, mostly out of boredom, and had a few snacks
in her purse. In the middle of Indiana that was the best she
could expect on a cross country bus trip. What a pathetic way to
end four years of college, with no car and no future. UM was
behind her now and the only thing ahead of her was a vague wish
to live in sunshine and water. California was not really a
destination, it was a dream. During the harsh Michigan winters
California seemed like the only habitable place on Earth.
"Going far?" A voice asked from the darkening seats across
the isle. Lisa blinked and yawned, then looked at the darkness.
The woman turned on the overhead light and a cute blonde face
appeared with a yellow halo around it. Lisa blinked to clear her
eyes and smiled.
"I'm going nowhere, I guess. I have a degree in hotel
management and no hotel to manage. How about you?"
"The Navy. I'm signing up back home in San Diego, the
recruiter I talked too said it's likely I'll stay on the west
coast permanently that way."
"Maybe I should have done that instead of wasting my father's
tuition money. I hate snow, slush, and freezing water puddles
more than infomercials."
"I think you're right, there are no bases in the snow. They
are all on the coasts where it's warm."
"Well I'll give the hotels a chance to snap up this
absolutely perfect body, and if none snatch me up, I'll consider
the Navy."
"Oh way to go," the woman said sarcastically, "California has
never seen a perfect body before."
"Yeah, I see what you mean," Lisa said with another yawn.
"Why don't you come over so we can talk, and not worry about
some sleazy asshole pawing one of us clear across the state of
Indiana."
"Sounds good, but I'm sleeping soon. I partied last night."
"Great, I'll guard your perfect body," Sally said with a
sweet smile.
"You're cute, what's your name?" Lisa asked, taking an
offered redhot from a bunch in the palm of her hand.
"I'm Sally," the cute blonde extended her hand and Lisa shook
it.
"I'm Lisa," Lisa said then crunched the redhot as she stared
out the window at the setting sun. "Goodbye Michigan," Lisa
said, a little sadly.
"Will you miss it?" Sally asked sympathetically.
"Sure, but now that my father's dead there's nothing keeping
me here. I'll miss the lakes and the bridge, other than that
it's just another state."
"Well you go ahead and sleep, I'm going to read for a while.
The light won't bother you, will it?"
"I don't see how," Lisa yawned and tipped her seat back.
Sally tipped her own seat back and opened her book. It was a
romance, of course, that all she read lately. Probably because
she had no real romance in her own life. She reached up and
adjusted the light, then glanced at Lisa to make sure it wasn't
bothering her. To her amazement, Lisa was already asleep. She
must have partied hard, Sally thought to herself. As she watched
the cute black haired girl with ivory skin, she noticed the
bounce of her tits each time the bus hit a bump. It was actually
very erotic, looking down a sleeping woman's blouse, she had
never done it before. She glanced at the mirror at the head of
the bus, but the driver was engaged in conversation with and
elderly man with hundreds of fishing stories.
Sally tipped her seat back a little more so the driver
couldn't see her, and she had a better view of Lisa's tits. They
looked velvety soft and warm. Sally wished that she had the
nerve to touch them, they were so appealing.
What was she saying? She was no lesbian, so why the sudden
urge to touch another woman? Was it the book, or possibly the
loneliness? Why was it that beautiful women seemed to be the
ones who suffered the worst loneliness? Were men too cowardly to
ask a woman out if she had a pretty face? Yeah, damit, they
were.
Still, Lisa's tits looked very enticing. They just begged to
be touched. With nervous fingers Sally reached out and brushed
Lisa's bare arm, looking for a reaction. There was none, she was
totally out of it. With a quick glance at the head of the bus,
Sally turned off her light. She reached out in the complete
darkness and touched Lisa's ample breasts with the back of her
fingers. They were SO soft and warm. The heat was unbelievable.
She waited for an outcry, but none came. With more determination
Sally reached out gingerly and placed the tips of her fingers on
Lisa's heavenly tits. She slid them slowly into the low v made
by Lisa's blouse, then slid her hand inside, finding the nipple.
It was hot and rigid.
"Did you lose something down there?" Lisa asked with humor in
her voice.
"Uh, my keys?"
"Nope, try again."
"You have incredible tits and I just had to feel them for
some reason. I've never done anything like that before."
"So how did it feel?" Lisa asked softly.
"At the time it was heavenly. Now I wish I could die and
ooze through a crack in the floor."
"That would be a hell of a waste of a perfectly good blonde.
Why don't we pass the time together, or does the Navy have some
law against that?"
"Well yes, actually, but I'm not in the Navy yet. I really
don't think anybody pays attention to that law anyway."
"Good, it's a stupid law. I'm bi myself, how about you?"
"I don't know," Sally said nervously.
"Then this is the perfect time to find out."
"Yeah, I guess," Sally said with a little laugh.
"So put your hand back," Lisa said, invisible in the
darkness.
"Oh, yeah," Sally said nervously. She gingerly put her hand
back into Lisa's shirt, but it just wasn't the same.
"You don't feel like you mean it," Lisa observed.
"I feel stupid now. Before it was exciting."
"Here," Lisa said and slipped her own hand into Sally's
shirt. Sally gasped and almost cried out.
"What are you doing?" Sally gasped.
"The same thing you are. Can I kiss you?"
"Uh," Sally said nervously. Before she could answer a pair
of warm lips came out of the darkness and touched hers. She
gasped and her eyes widened, then she closed her eyes and leaned
into the kiss. After several minutes of gasping and groping,
Sally's lips burned. Her nipples were hot and hard under Lisa's
hands.
Sally sat staring at the slight light above the driver, horny
and confused. Lisa's hands were burning her chest, making it
hard to breath, but they were right out in the open where anybody
could see them if the lights came on.
Sally felt a movement beside her and felt her shirt being
opened. In a second Lisa leaned down and began sucking on
Sally's left nipple. Sally was totally inflamed, but also
frightened. What would they do if a passenger came back to use
the bathroom, or worse yet, they came to a passenger stop? Each
time they stopped the lights were turned on while passengers were
let on or off. Lisa didn't seem to care, she just wanted sex.
Sally now wished that she had not been so stupid to start
something with the strange woman. After all, she knew nothing
about Lisa.
"I am so hot," Sally complained.
"Take off your pants," Lisa said from the darkness.
"Somebody might see," Sally looked at the driver's reflection
once more.
"So?"
"Well..."
"Do you know any of these people?"
"No, of course not."
"Then why does it matter? You will never see these people
again, and they don't know you. Why would it matter what you
did?
"It doesn't feel right," Sally complained, "I'm afraid," she
finally admitted.
"Yeah, of course you are, but that's what makes it so
exciting, don't you see? You will remember this night for the
rest of your life as perhaps the most exciting thing you've ever
done."
"Oh shit," Sally gasped and with an electric shock of fear.
She grabbed the waistband of her pants and slid them down to her
knees. Lisa grabbed the pants and slid them all the way to the
floor, then off one foot.
"What are you doing?" Sally could imagine how dirty the bus
floor was.
"Eating, Lisa said as she spread Sally's legs wide and slid
up between them.
"Oh Lord," Sally gasped. She felt movement in the darkness.
"I can't believe this is happening," she gasped when she felt
Lisa's breath on her bare, shaking leg. The first kiss on her
inner thigh sent fire through her leg and into her pussy. The
next was farther up her leg and her eyes widened expectantly.
The next was just beside her pussy, in the sensitive crack of her
leg, where it met her pelvis. She gasped audibly and Lisa hissed
in the darkness. Sally groaned and looked up at the driver. His
eyes were searching the darkness in their area. What if he
turned on the light?
Sally released the seat back and leaned as far back as she
could. This made it easier for Lisa, and made her invisible to
the driver.
Sally's loins were on fire. Lisa had been sucking the
sensitive area near her pussy for almost an entire minute. Sally
waited in horrified expectation, wishing that Lisa would dive
right in. Finally, she felt the tips of Lisa's fingers on the
crotch of her panties. Lisa pulled them out and held them to one
side. With no further hesitation Lisa gave Sally's pussy a full
lipped sucking kiss. Sally gaped and threw her legs apart. Lisa
grabbed her left leg and raised it until the heel was resting
over on Lisa's seat. This opened her legs wide, almost painfully
wide.
Lisa got down to some serious munching. With a sucking mouth
and searching tongue, she explored the depths of Sally's pussy
thoroughly, first inside her vulva, then licking her slit in
quick little strokes. Sally jumped each time the tongue slid
over her clit. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever
felt. Why didn't men learn to eat pussy that way?
Lisa slid her thumb up into Sally and concentrated on the
area at the top of the little envelope. She slid her tongue
through the wet folds of pussy flesh rapidly, like a cat drinking
milk from a bowl. Sally's pussy was totally inflamed, her
abdomen and ass were on fire as well. She reached down and held
Lisa's face into her crotch with one hand, and tweaked her
nipples with the other. It was amazing, it was so erotic, in the
darkness of the public bus.
The only thing that could ruin it was... Sally's eyes flew
open when she heard footsteps coming down the center isle. The
wet licking sounds were loud in the area between the seats, and
the smell of Sally's pussy was strong. With eyes wide in terror,
Sally tried to push Lisa's head away, but Lisa refused to move.
"Oh, I beg you pardon," an elderly male voice said from the
darkness.
"Ow, watch what the hell you're doing," Lisa complained.
"There, go through," Lisa hissed.
"Sorry," the voice said in embarassment. The footsteps went
back to the bathroom at the back of the bus. A dim light came on
as the bathroom door opened, but the light didn't reach them. It
was bright enough for Sally to see that Lisa's feet were out in
the isle and she was nursing one foot with a frown on her face.
"The asshole stepped on my foot," Lisa complained as the
darkness closed in again.
"I tried to warn you that somebody was coming," Sally said in
a sympathetic voice.
"Yeah, I felt you, but I was having too much fun," Sally
could hear the humor in her voice. Sally's pussy was getting
cold. Suddenly the dim light came back on briefly and the old
man started back for the front of the bus. Lisa held her feet
out of the way as the footsteps approached. Sally felt a cold
hand on her knee and gasped. The hand was ripped away as if it
were burned.
"Sorry," the voice said again, obviously upset.
"Just get out of here," Lisa said, obviously upset. The
footsteps hurried back to the front of the bus.
"Do you think he'll tell?" Sally asked, worried.
"Hell no, he'll set there fantasizing for an hour or so, then
head back to the bathroom to beat his meat."
Lisa's warm mouth over Sally's pussy felt so heavenly. She
sighed and petted Lisa's head as the pretty girl sucked her cold
pussy lips. Then the tongue exploded into a flurry of activity,
snaking here and there inside Sally. Sally breathed with little
cries of passion, well beyond caring what other people thought.
The only thing in her world now was Lisa's sweet mouth, and the
thumb that was snaked back into her vulva. The thumb plunged in
and out while Lisa's agile tongue flickered against Sally's clit.
Sally pulled Lisa's face tight against her pussy and humped her
sex against that sweet mouth. She could feel the heat all
through her body.
Releasing Lisa's head, Sally grabbed both of her tits and
began twisting the nipples in her fingers, while she held her
tits in her hands. The added fire in her tits, shot down through
her stomach and joined that in her loins. She immediately felt
the beginning of an orgasm building. Sally opened her eyes and
saw light flickering in the bus. In desperation she looked out
the window and saw the passing lights of a town. They would be
stopping soon and all the lights would be turned on. She must...
Her orgasm suddenly exploded. She clamped her legs around Lisa's
pretty face, and pulled her face tightly against her thrashing
pussy. Each time a wave of pleasure struck, she mashed her wet
sex against Lisa's mouth. Lisa sucked and tongued without a
break. The brighter passing lights allowed Sally to watch Lisa
enduring her final orgasm. It was absolutely beautiful. Lisa
looked so sweet, even with her juice covered face half hidden by
Sally's soft thighs and warm mound.
"Oh yes," Sally sighed as the orgasm began to fade. Lisa
continued a steady pressure on her pussy, vacuuming any juices
from her crotch so they would not stain her clothing. Finally,
Lisa sat up and kissed Sally's knee.
"I need to go clean up," Lisa said with a quick smile. She
looked out the window and laughed, "Perfect timing," she said and
hurried away. Sally quickly slid her clothing back into place
and sat up. The driver's eyes were on the road, so he must not
have known anything was going on. There was still a strong smell
of pussy in the air, but other than that there was no trace of
the wonderful thing that had happened there just a few minutes
before. The lights came up as Sally began brushing her hair.
She touched up her makeup and looked up with a smile as a shape
appeared at her side. With a sigh and a trace of cold air, a
young man of 19 or 20 sat in the seat uninvited, even though
there were thirty empty seats around them.
"You looked like you needed a little company," he said with a
confident smile.
"No, no I didn't," Sally said in disdain.
The man sniffed the air, then looked down at Sally's crotch
with a smile. "I think you do," he said with a meaningful look.
"Get the fuck out of my chair," Lisa said, grabbing a handful
of hair. She dragged the man out of her seat and gave him a
shove.
"What the fuck? I'll kick your fucking..."
"You'll get shot in the face with my 38," Lisa said in a low
voice. "Now get the fuck out of here, WE don't want any."
"Fucking dyke," he grumbled and made his way to a seat near
the front.
"I've got go," Lisa said hurriedly as she grabbed her bags
from the opposite overhead compartment.
"But we haven't finished," Sally said in desperation.
"I've got to get off here, I've got friends who are expecting
me. Some are coming with me to California."
"Maybe I could..."
"You DON'T want to go with me," Lisa said with a smile.
"These people are very large and dirty, they ride bikes, and have
sex constantly, with anybody who's available. You go on and make
a good life for yourself. I'll be out later and I'll look you
up."
"Here's my name," Sally said as she scribbled her name on an
envelope and handed it to Lisa.
"Great, thanks," Lisa said and shoved it into her jean's
pocket. Lisa brushed at her dirty knees and grabbed her bag off
the seat. With a smile and wave she hurried to the front of the
bus and jumped off. The driver waited for her at the baggage
compartment, then pulled out two more bags. Lisa was loading the
bags onto a cart as the bus pulled out into the darkness again.
Sally looked back longingly and saw Lisa look at the bus
briefly, then start for the terminal door.

Sally never saw Lisa again, but she did think about that
night often, just as Lisa predicted. Sally was sitting in the
wardroom of her newest ship one night, nursing a cup of coffee,
when a fellow officer sat in the chair across from her. Sally
looked up with tired, bloodshot eyes, then sat up straight and
gasped when she saw black hair and ivory smooth skin. The blue
eyes flashed up at her and Sally knew immediately that she had
made a mistake. The woman was not Lisa.
"Wow, deja vu," Sally said quietly. "I thought you were an
old friend of mine. You two look almost identical."
"She must have been a very good friend," the woman giggled
and pointed at Sally's chest. Sally looked down in embarassment,
then smiled slyly and put a arm over her chest. Her nipples were
rock hard.
"She was the very best friend," Sally sighed dreamily.
"I've had a few like that," the girl said, but I wouldn't
mind having one more. I've never had that effect on another
woman, well not that I know of."
It was the start of Sally's second lesbian affair, but it
would definitely not be her last. With her sweet pixie face and
blonde hair, she was hit on often, mostly by men, but with a few
women mixed in. She had made a good life for herself.