The Magic Bus Ride

“I’m Tony,” he said, blushing at his own thoughts. He slowed the bus down. There was a residential neighborhood just a block away to the right, he knew he could make things right if she gave him a few minutes of her time. All he wanted was her phone number .

“Rebecca. You can call me Becky,” she said politely, as she finished off the bag of chips.

“Becky, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier,” he said sincerely, “I was just so nervous when you got on the bus, a cat got my tongue…”

“Uh huh. Right,” she said, a suspicious look on her face. “It’s not because of my size?”

Shit. She had found him out. He didn’t know what to say. He turned the corner slowly into the neighborhood and slowed the bus down.

“I knew it. So many people are so fucking superficial,” she said angrily. “Just because I’m a big girl doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. I like to think that I am beautiful on the outside as well as the inside.”

“I’d like to see you prove that,” he said as he parked the bus. He grinned. Becky looked at him with a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise, then glanced out the window at the unfamiliar surroundings. “What are you doing?”

“I gotta pee. Can you just wait a minute? I’m not an ax murderer or anything. I’m not going to strand you.” He took the keys out of the ignition and opened the door to let himself out. He did have to pee, so he went behind a tree, amazed at his own boldness. When he got back on the bus, Becky was eating a sandwich. He sat down next to her, morbidly fascinated with her appetite.

She didn’t move away. Her mouth was full so she couldn’t talk. Her eyes were wide with a combination of wonder and something that looked like fright. He touched her shoulder reassuringly.

“Becky, I think you are the most beautiful big woman I have ever seen,” he said slowly, “And I think we got off on the wrong foot. Or, the right foot, depending on how we look at it.” She blushed at the memory of falling into his crotch, then swallowed, finishing off the last of her sandwich.

As she opened her mouth to speak, he turned to her, giving her a powerful kiss with full tongue. She kissed back, her fat fingers curling around his neck, and suddenly they were on the wet, slippery floor. Tony was on top, and he quickly realized that she might have hurt herself in the fall. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” he whispered, then added, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She was staring at him with wide eyes. Her belly was exposed, her shirt hiked up and curled under her breasts. He began to shake with longing. He sat up on his knees and his erection grew painfully obvious at the sight of her large, soft, pale belly.

Becky smiled. “I’m okay, it’s okay,” she said softly, “I want to do this.” Her hands were on his zipper, pulling his cock out through his jeans and boxers. His hands moved to the softness of her belly, making circles as he moved upwards to her tits. He pushed the shirt up above them and pulled each tit gently from the confines of the underwire bra. The brown, stiff nipples pointed at him like rockets. Her breasts rolled back and forth with her jerking motion as she began to work his cock. She used one hand to pull strong and fast, over and around, and the other to cup the tip. She was strong and teasing at the same time, breathing hard as Tony reached to massage each breast, slowly flicking each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed at her, and it was true; every mound of flesh glowed with a sexual energy, her lips were soft and supple, her breasts were monstrous and lush. Her aureoles were almost as large as her hands. She stroked him hard, breathing and groaning as he made her nipples ripe. He felt as if he was lost in pleasure. It was a wonderful lostness. Knowing that nothing would ever replace this moment, he wanted to make it last. There was so much of her to appreciate. There was no place on this woman that Tony did not want to cum.

He was still lost as Becky sat up and took him in her mouth, whole, and he could almost feel her tonsils tickling the tip of his cock. Her tongue slid up and down and over, back and forth, and somehow she was able to get suction going at the same time. Every time he felt like he was going to lose it, she slowed down just a bit, teasing him as she pulled his shaft in and out of her throat, circling the tip of his cock with her strong, soft tongue. Then she took him deep into her mouth again, hard and fast, making little breathing noises as he played with her tits.

After a long, pleasant torture, she began a constant sucking motion as she circled the tip of his cock like a tornado with her tongue. It was too much and he felt himself begin to throb, gently putting one hand on her face and pushing her away, just in time to splatter her tits and belly with a huge stain of cum. “Oh Fuck, oh fuck….” Tony lost all other vocabulary. There was nothing on earth to describe what he wanted to say. He stared at her large lumps of flesh glistening in cum.

Becky used her own shirt to wipe the cum off her tits and belly. Then she gently pulled his head down between her tits, stroking his hair. “I want you, Tony,” she whispered as he struggled to catch his breath, “I want to come home with you tonight.” He breathed in the smell of her soft skin. She smelled like strawberry or some sort of fruit, and sex. It was a sultry smell that reminded him of summer. “You can come home with me, Becky,” he said into the flesh of her tits. “I’ll cook you dinner.” He could almost hear her smile as he settled into the softness and began kissing the inside of her breasts. “That sounds great, Tony,” she said quietly. Then she whispered, “I’ve never done anything like this before, either,” she stroked his hair again, “So I kind of want this to last.”

“What about your job?” he asked, remembering what she had said earlier about being late.

She laughed. “I lied to you, Tony. I wanted you to feel bad. I was pissed off at the way you were treating me. I’m a schoolteacher.”

Tony realized that he needed to get the bus back to the terminal as soon as possible, and get her back to his house. The weather was getting worse, but his week was getting much, much better.

Tomorrow was going to be a snow day.