Hi,
I just thought I would share this with you because just thinking about it makes me wet and hot, so I am sure if I write about it and share it you I will be ready for a good ride when I am finished. Ride, is a common word used for intercourse in Ireland and the UK, so if you are ever over there and an offer some man a ride, do not be surprised if he tries to get up on you. As an Irish catholic I was not too hip when it came to sex, and even though we were the parents of two children my husband was in the same boat, the missionary position with all the lights out was the norm. I did enjoy wearing my short skirts and I do have a sexy pair of legs so when my husband got in from work in the evening that was how I dressed when I went to my part time job.
One evening there was a new bus driver and he was very friendly and pleasant, I also took his bus home after work and again he was friendly. Then one evening I noticed he was looking at the skirt and not my face when he was saying hi, so I blushed not that he could see from where his eyes were. Then I was thinking he enjoyed that, and to be honest so did I just before the bus came for my return trip, I pulled the waist of my skirt up a bit, and as I stepped up on the bus I lifted my foot a bit more than needed. I don’t know how far up my skirt he could see, but his eyes got bigger, and when I got to my seat, my pussy was wet. The game went on for at least a month, I showed more leg and I started to open an extra button on top so my thirty-four c tits were easy to get a look at, and he did.
I had a habit of going down on Saturday night and picking up the Sunday paper when it came in around nine pm. It was a cold snowy night and I just threw my coat over my nightgown when I was going down and of course, with the bad weather the paper truck was late. The cross-town bus pulled in next to the paper shop that was where they waited until it was time to make a u-turn for the trip back. The driver got off for to pick up a coffee and on the way out, he noticed me so he said come in and sit down where it is warm, he said it was just a fill in for him that night. I was very conscious of how I was dressed a nightgown and over coat is not my idea of how to impress someone.
Well it was time for him to leave and still no sign of the paper truck. So he said come for the trip we will be back by the time the paper gets here, I said not on your life I am only wearing my nightdress under this coat, that made him want me to stay on all the more. I really had to pee and I told him I have to go home and pee, he said do what I do pee in bus. I thought he was kidding but he said look at the floor do you think a cup of pee will hurt it, the floor was soaked with wet dirty snow. I said ok and went to the back seat I went into the left side but he said if you sit in the center you will have more leg room, I wont look. I did forget to tell you that there is a mirror that they use to keep an eye on the passengers. Well it took a long time for me to get a flow going, but when I did it felt great I looked up and there he was looking right into his mirror I could see myself in the mirror on the edge of the back seat, legs spread and a stream of yellow piss splashing on the floor of the bus. Instead of embarrassment, I felt hot and I opened both legs and overcoat a little more, he just said lovely picture. I moved up close to the front for the rest of the trip and just opened the top enough to let him see my nipples except for when there were passengers in view then I closed the coat over.
By the time we got back I was so horney I just said goodnight and he said thanks, I grabbed the paper and went up and jumped on my husband and pushed hi semi-hard cock up my very wet cunt and gave him the fuck of his life. Someday I will tell him what brought it on. Just writing about it and using the pussy and fuck words got me horny, so, my husband going to get another hot fuck before dinner.