I’m a nice girl, and that’s why thirty-eight guys have cum in the palm of my left hand in sixteen weeks. Thought I could average one a day, but there just aren’t that many nice guys left who wear overcoats. Today was good though. Just got off the bus, and my hand is still sticky. Thought I shook all of his cum off my hand into the garbage can at the station, but I can still feel some of it on my fingers. I mean, he really came. Seven or eight spurts. Huge fucking balls. I know I didn’t get it all. Tried to keep it in my hand so it wouldn’t stain his pants, just in case he’s married, but I mean shit, I’ve never seen so much cum. He was cute, but they haven’t all been. Guy on Tuesday must have been somebody’s grandfather. Three weeks ago Friday the guy was so fat I could barely find his cock under the big flap of skin hanging down from his stomach inside his pants. When I found his cock he came quick. So did grandpa. There is absolutely no connection between being polite and being handsome. Some of the nicest guys are the ugliest.
Every day I get on the bus at the last stop before the freeway. Every day it’s packed. And every day I stand there, reaching for a handrail I can barely touch, while suits sit on both sides of me on the bus and ignore me. I’m not ugly. I get laid every weekend, sometimes both nights the same guy. But I almost never get a seat on the bus. So sixteen weeks ago, in the middle of December, I came up with this plan. If I guy gave me his seat I’d give him a handjob. Right there on the bus. I would reach up under his overcoat, unzip his fly, stick my hand in his pants, grab him by the cock, and stroke him until he came. Doesn’t take long. Less than a minute. Seems fast? How long would you last with a cute stranger with nice tits stroking your cock on the bus? How long would it take you to cum, bub? I can tell you, it would take under a minute. I have very soft hands and very big brown eyes. If I get to forty-five seconds and you’re not cumming yet, I look up and lick my lips while I stroke you — and then you close your eyes and cum right away. Guess you’re thinking about me putting my lips on your cock when I do that. Not that I’d ever do that on the bus. Even the priest came, and it took him less than thirty seconds, cause the bus only went three blocks. He even gave me a “God bless you” before he got off the bus. I thought about skipping him, but I’m agnostic and if there is a God I don’t think he minded much.
It’s a formula, really. Bus has to be wall to wall people. I squeeze to the back of the bus through the smell and the suits until I get to the four single seats by the right rear side door. I stand beside the guy in the second single seat — or the third single seat if there’s a woman or a boy in the second seat — I stumble once as the bus takes off, apologize to whoever I push, and stand back up. If my guy gets up right away, and if he’s wearing an overcoat, and if the guy standing in front of him is close enough that I can squeeze my hand up under the nice guy’s jacket and grab his cock without someone seeing what I’m up to, I do it. Lately, it’s been the best part of my day. Looking forward to it while I answer phones and take messages. Wondering if the guy I’m talking to will be on the bus.
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