“Do you?” My question comes out of left field but by now, my husband is used to my mind’s strange wanderings.
“Sure. Me and God, we talk some. Just man to man. You know?” His brows raise but the silly smirk is missing so I try to answer thoughtfully.
A few horrid memories of Suds with covid resurface. “I prayed hard when you were sick.”
“I’m not talkin’ about prayin’, I’m talkin’ about havin’ a regular ol’ conversation.”
“Like… How ya doing, God?” I can’t help but smile.
“More along the line of… I’d sure appreciate it you’d keep my crazy wife safe.” He winks and I’m still not sure if he’s kidding.
However, it makes me ponder. What would it be like to have a belief so strong? “I think the nuns smacked the religion out of me with their rulers. I was always a bit afraid they’d brainwash me to become one of them.”
“You? A holy roller?” He snorts out a laugh and whispers, “You like fucking way too much.”
Squirming in my seat, I squeeze my thighs together as the tip of his tongue does delicious things to my ear.
“Suds, we’re in a bus.” I shiver so he takes off his sweatshirt and places it across my lap.
“Are you cold?” His hand slides under the make-shift blanket and cups my breast.
I shake my head, eyeing the empty seat across from us. In truth, almost everyone is asleep in the darkened interior.
“Don’t. What if someone-” My protests halt midsentence because he bothers my nipple, letting it peak.
I bite my lower lip to stop from moaning, his nostrils flare, and his jeans tent. Then, he turns in his seat. Body blocking me from view, he pulls me close for a kiss and his hands slip down the front of my leggings.
“Maybe I like buses after all.” His fingertip locates my throbbing nub and as he presses, he swallows my moan.
“Shssh.” As he torments me, I clutch the back of his head.
“Fuck, I love this.” His warm breath hits my ear and he nibbles.
My clit seems attached to the same nerve. My God, I had no idea I was such an exhibitionist. His clever finger plays in my juices, my bud blossoms, and every muscle in my body tightens.
“P-please.” I open my legs further under his hoodie.
Teasing, he swirls around the magic button. I lift one lid, catch his intensity, and blast into orgasmic outer space. As I cum, he kisses me and tongue-fucks my mouth.
Once I’ve floated back to earth, I want to return the favor, so move the sweatshirt over his lap. Then, I lean into his chest, slip my hand under the soft cotton, and unzip his jeans.
His hard length freed, Suds eyes roll back, his lashes brush his cheeks, and he emits a low groan. The sound travels to my lady lips, ready for another round on the pleasure bus.
Pretending to fall asleep, I close my eyes, and fist him with my thumb at his tip. When I start moving along his length, he shifts to his side, giving me better access.
I glance up into his face, full of passion. Then, he pulls on the flap of his ball cap until only his mouth shows.
Lubricated by precum, I slide along his long, thick member, then duck under the sweatshirt.
As intended, the surprise causes him to stiffen. I lick, suck, and torture him while he grips my hair, telling me what he wants.
I don’t dare move too much but my tongue keeps him occupied. His buttocks tighten and he gasps. I clutch his base and slide down until his tip presses against the back of my throat.
He stiffens, swells, and shoots his seed into my mouth. I swallow it all. Then, exhaling loudly, he goes limp.
Buses may be my new favorite mode of transport.
