A BUS RIDE
JUST about every fuck is a sly fuck when you’re on a back-packing tour of Europe. You never have any privacy, so you’re always sneaking around somewhere to have a quickie. After a while you become pretty good at spotting an opportunity, as me and my boyfriend discovered on our big Euro trip.
After weeks sleeping in hostels we could rip off a quick fuck anywhere, so when we found ourselves on the top deck of one of those open-topped, double- decker tour buses in some European city I’ve completely forgotten about, it was like a challenge – we had to fuck, then and there.
We weren’t completely alone. There was an older couple up in the front row of seats, so we positioned ourselves directly behind them so as we sailed through the streets of Who-the-fuck- knows-where they were oblivious to our shenanigans.
I had my boyfriend pull his cock out of his pants, but since it was a cold day I immediately warmed it up with my mouth. Pretty soon it was tickling my tonsils, so I turned around, wriggled my jeans down and sat down on my boyfriend’s cock until it felt like he was gunna split me in half.
The lurching of the bus as it accelerated and braked made it even better, and if we went around a corner I could feel his big, meaty wang squishing over to one side of my vagina.
Just as our bus drove into a big open square and the driver’s tinny voice came out of the speakers saying how this cathedral was built in blah blah blah, I got a bolt of electricity up my clit and I started coming, so I was just about drowning him out with my yelping as I hit the big O.
The couple up the front never noticed a thing, so I gave my boy’s cock another nice little suck before I put it away.