I am on a long-distance Greyhound Bus?..an overnight journey from Washington DC to Atlanta.

I settle into my double seat as darkness falls and I am torn in a mental dilemma?? Ipm half pleased to have a whole seat to myself, so that I can curl up in a ball and get some sleep?..

but on the other hand I wouldn?t mind some insulation from the cold draught from the bus door, opening and closing through the night at each stop? I mean a warm body next to mine, shielding me from the cold. We stop in a small town just 20 minutes from DC and a woman boards?..

she could have chosen from any one of the seats which had a single occupant, but she moves towards the back of the bus and asks me politely if the seat is free? fancying her as a draught breaker and nothing more, I say "Sure" in my best American accent, trying to act like an Afro-American. She is Asian but has a cool Canadian accent and a sensuous mouth. She takes her coat off before sitting down next to me, with me at the window and her on the aisle. Her woolly pullover is the cuddly type and she is smart, elegant, and long-legged. I like her perfume and her smile and I begin to feel that warm wet feeling between my legs, but don?t give her any sign of my contentment. After all she is probably a boring straight housewife, not interested in me at all.

We exchange hellos and where are you going, where am I going, that kind of chat?..

I am wearing tight blue jeans and a woolly top which doesn?t hide the shape of my breasts?I never wear panties or brassiere on a long bus journey.

She ?.You from now on.. You are obviously taken by the length and shapeliness of my legs and I pretend not to notice but I deliberately allow my right thigh to rest against your left thigh?.the movement of the bus causes our thighs to rub together but there is no way you would guess that I am letting that happen on purpose!! You are wearing modern black slacksm very loose and I think, I wouldn?t mind feeling inside your long pockets, to see how much of a bush you have under there. I see a bulge in your pants which means that either you are a transvestite man, or more likely, you either have a huge pair of floppy soft edges, or even more likely still, that you have a stunning large growth of hair there, thick enough to bulge your pants out. Wow, I wonder and wonder and my personal place gets stiff in the process.

Wicked thoughts?..

but totally harmless!!! I always sit near the rear of these buses?..

over the rear wheels and closest to the engine?shall I tell you why? Back there, it is just like sitting on one huge pulsating vibrator!!! If I lean forward, thighs parted, resting my head on the headrest of the seat in front??I can feel the vibration directly on my personal placeoris?.

for hour upon lovely hour!!!!!!!! Back in Africa where the roads arre awfully potholed and we wear thin skirts, many girls lean forward as they ?ride? these old buses, feeling the buzz in their personal places as they open their legs wide?by the end of the journey, one can hear a chorus of moans and groans, you would think they are all being sick or something?.no, they are all cumming in unison!! Great fun!! You have started to doze off but you are awoken by a gasp from my lips?..I have just had an orgasm in my jeans as my personal place was vibrated deliciously by the seat and the massive diesel engine beneath us. You yourself cannot help getting wet too because of the tingling it gives you along your pouting soft edges and on the skin near your butt warmth? But the effect on my personal place is more direct and intense, since it is a big one and the fact that my softness is clean shaven increases the direct contact.

For you, the tingling doesn?t bring you off but it plants sexy thoughts in your mind as you drift into a pleasant sleep.

As I cum I widen my thighs and in so doing, one knee presses against yours and you wake up. I sit back and turn my whole body to face the window, with my legs curled up on my seat and my round butt now fully visible to you?just under your head!!! The shape of my buttocks is shown clearly and you marvel at the shape of my tiny waist?furthermore you have no idea that under that jeans material is bare ebony shiny butt flesh!! You don?t really know where to put your left arm?if you rest you hand on your left thigh, which is the most natural thing, your left elbow cannot help making occasional contact with the very middle of my butt cleft?.

just where my soft edges are rubbing tight against the jeans.

You try it a few times to make it appear unintentional on your part?.you would not wish me to call you a molester on a public bus!! I decide to put you out of your doubt so I look round to you, and you say ?Sorry, am I squashing you?? to which I reply ?Not at all, feel free to lean on me if you want...in fact, if you need a pillow, you can see what to use!!!? Your heart leaps with joy and in the pitch darkness you feel so free and wild?no other passenger can see any movement in your arms, so you take the opportunity to rest your left forearm more solidly against my butt cleft and deliberately push it up against the groove in my jeans as the bus jogs along at 55 miles an hour??only 8 hours to go till we roll into Atlanta. I can feel your arm soooo deliberately rubbing my softness back and forth but I don?t want to let on just yet?I want to prolong the naughtiness you are enjoying, the voyeurism you are loving.

But no it has made me too horny now and I want some real action. I sit up and pull out a light blanket from my bag on the floor. You sit up as if to show neutrality to my movements and so I offer you the blanket. ?No thanks I?m plenty warm enough!!? you reply?.but I naughtily throw it over the both of us and say ?Well let?s share it then? to which you can hardly reply in a negative way, can you Anjulie?! In the darkness our legs are totally invisible to the other passengers and being covered by the blanket, even we cannot see our own legs! I pretend to doze off and I appear to have fallen to sleep with my head hanging over your lap?..you rest a hand on my shoulder and my head makes contact with your lap, with the blanket beneath it.

You feel good but you don?t notice me very carefully pull my side of the blanket from under me and once again rest my head on your lap, now UNDER the blanket!!! The first you know about it is the sound of your trouser zip and the hot wet mouth probing thru the dense hair and contacting your now puffy labia. ?Ahhhhhhh? you grunt?and your hand rests gently on the shape of my head under the blanket, urging me to continue. I work my lips up and down the length of your personal place for what seems like hours?..

you wish you could slip your slacks off so that your inner softness and g spot could get part of the action, but they are below the zip end and therefore well beyond the reach of my probing tongue. I decide to bring you to the end of your tension so I take your outer lips between my lips, so that your unhooded personal place head can then be frigged by my thumb in a quick motion, causing you to feel totally helpless in any attempt to resist the onset of your orgasm.

What you didn?t expect was the intensity of the pleasure which my mouth gives you, while my thumb job continues?.the inside of my mouth is nice and hot and wet, and being a woman I work on you in a way that it puts pressure on the exact points you like?..

my tongue rubs flatly back and forth on the inner labia, giving you unbelievable sensations there. I frig my thumb harder and you reach the point you have been waiting for?.your pelvis stiffens and your butt rises off the seat, and you muffle your face in the blanket to reduce the noise of your ecstasy, and then I get the surprise you were saving up for me, as you squirt your spurts of hot white girl cream deep into my throat, in spurt after spurt of hot female cum. I drink it down and lap it up from your labia, leaving you dry and satisfied. I come out of the blanket having swallowed it all and I look into your eyes, to see your reaction. You have no words suitable?..you can only hold my neck gently and plant a long wet kiss on my swollen brown lips, still out of breath from your intense climax??. ?Now it?s your turn, my lovely!!? you say.

Without a word I unzip my jeans and slip right out of them under the cover of the blanket. Your left hand goes under the blanket and you seem stunned at the expanse of warm smooth African flesh quivering at your fingertips.

When a finger reaches the soft folds of shaven softness flesh, I emit a little moan. The bus engines are vibrating your fingers onto my soft edges, like a living vibrator, and I attempt to grind and gyrate my hips to push your fingers against the bus seat under my butt. You smile at your success and your finger starts to enter my softness and play me slowly. I tighten my inner muscles onto the squirming finger, almost hurting it in the process.

But you only replace it with a bigger finger. Then your big thumb-nail frigs my personal place rhythmically as the pleasuring goes on and on and on and on??.mmmmmmmmmmmmmm??I can?t take much more of this?it is just toooooooooo nice???I open my mouth and start to french kiss you wildly, probing my tongue deep into your mouth?I whisper in your ear.. ?Make me cum..NOW lady!!? You increase the speed of the finger playing and oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh I suck your tongue powerfully as I come to a huge orgasm and the softness cream spurts out onto your fingers. ?aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh yes..oooohhhhhh that was wicked!!!!!!!! Mmmmmmmmmm ?..shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!? The rest of this sleepy journey is just the beginning of another dream!!! As we part we exchange e-mail addresses, and promise to write. So, Nina and Anjulie have started an erotic relationship by a chance meeting?the gods must be smiling on us!! Hope you enjoyed my dream??have you ever had that type of fantasy yourself? I have another one to write for you, all about a toe-sucking session on my horny leopard-skin rug, back at my imaginary private apartment. Bye, Gemma ID: Ebonynurse E-mail: tinywaist2000hotmail