of going to California as an alternative but at the last moment decided against it because it was just too far away. She would leave that to last.
When the sailor dropped down into the seat beside her with a heavy aroma of whiskey and Old Spice after shave cologne rolling off him she smiled pleasantly and asked him if he had a cigarette he could spare. The bus was three quarters empty and she had hoped it would stay that way but once the conversation began rolling easily between them and the wheels began ticking off the miles underneath her she forgot about all that.
They were half an hour into the journey when it started to rain. As the water splashed in thick drops against the window, the lights went out and they were left in a warm, dream like silence. She didn't shift her focus a speck when she felt his hand drop lightly onto her thigh. She moved in close to him and rested her head against his shoulder without saying a word. The warmth in her crotch moved up several degrees as his hand moved up and down her thighs.
'You a dancer?' he asked feeling her strong thighs.
'Uhh huh,' she lied…
'What kind of dancing you do?'
'Oh you know-go-go, modern, jazz, you name it.'
Actually she had been thinking about looking for work as a dancer since she couldn't think of what else she would do. His question seemed like an omen, a good omen and she took pride in the fact that she had slid into this pose so easily. If he thought
she was a dancer then there was no reason why she shouldn't give it a try. It couldn't
be that difficult.
'Where you working in New York?'
'Oh I'm not sure yet. I'll be seeing my manager tomorrow. He say's he's got something lined up for me.'
'You dance down here a lot?'
'From time to time. You know, on and off. I've been dancing mostly in Baltimore but New York is where the real money is.'
'Yeah I guess so,' he said in his slightly dumb but charming fashion.
The conversation dried up at that point but the rain persisted as did the sailor's hand. Toni turned her head abruptly and glued her mouth to his at the same time reaching for his crotch. The bulge in her hand felt good and warm and as she squeezed him harder she wondered what he would taste like in her mouth. She didn't wait too long to find out. His cock sprung from his blue trousers like a jack in the box on Christmas day.
The sailor couldn't believe his luck as Toni's hand massaged his burning prick into total erection. He couldn't believe it when she suddenly dropped her head down into his lap and sucked him into her mouth in one wet and warm gulp. He looked around nervously to see if anyone was looking and hoped with all his heart that no one had to relieve themselves in the cramped water closet at the back of the bus. He didn't have anything to worry about. Everyone was asleep, lulled into oblivion by the bus' rhythm and the slapping of the rain.
She inhaled him like a cigarette addict going at the first weed of the day. 'Umm,' she grunted to herself sloshing his cock around inside her mouth, blowing hot pockets of air along his shaft and nibbling at the base of his balls. Her gums encircled his full length and dug in with relish. He tasted good to her, better than she had imagined-a lot cleaner than his aroma of alcohol and Old Spice seemed to promise.
The wool of his trousers brushed against her lips in a way that she liked. It seemed to make the whole thing that more exciting. The sailor began a slow grind, pumping his hips back and forth against the lapping of her tongue, the slurping of her cheeks, the feel of her teeth chomping away tenderly on his pecker, hard but not too hard. When her mouth moved up to the tip of his cock and her tongue flicked the underside of it he could feel her hot breath blowing out through her flaring nostrils down into his balls and turning just a touch cold before she finished exhaling.
'This is going to be one bus ride hell never forget,' Toni thought to herself, determined at that moment to make it the best bus ride of his life. She didn't want
him to shoot his wad straight away like a lot of guys she had blown. That was always a drag and let her down and feeling cheated. So she edged off of him and substituted her hand for awhile and began licking at his ear lobe. 'You like that huh?' she crooned into the side of his head. She could see he liked it and when he nodded like a duck to tell her so she smiled wide.
She was driving him insane as she gently pumped his prick in her wet hand, twisting it in all directions, running her thumb over the head of it. She felt him shiver and knew that she had touched him right to the bottom of his feet. She spit a gob of saliva into her left hand and began working him over with both hot paws while she sucked on his mouth taking his tongue half way down her throat. It was a long one and she thought he must suck pussy real good with a length like that.
His hat, which had been at a studied angle through all of this, slipped from his head and bounced off of the arm of his seat into a wet puddle in the aisle. He made a feeble effort to retrieve it and only managed to soil it more. Toni took her hands off his cock for a minute and sat back in her seat. 'Let me have another cigarette,' she said. His eyes flickered in disbelief but his left hand went fishing into his socks for the pack of Luckies with the matchbook tucked into the cellophane wrapper. Looking down he could see his cock looking back at him.
The way she had asked for a cigarette, so nonchalantly, so cool made him even hotter. For a moment he was afraid his flag was going to drop to half mast but as he watched her moist lips slip around the cool, white cylinder of the cigarette and her eyes pinning him, burning through him he knew he didn't have anything to worry about. Toni inhaled deeply and let the smoke seep from her lungs and out her nostrils in thick, blue curls. She was really getting into it and wanted to keep him like this for as long as she could.
As the glow from the cigarette illuminated her face he felt her hand stroking him again, taking up where she had left off. She leaned back in her seat and blew a perfectly oval ring up at the ceiling. He didn't know what to say or do so he lit a cigarette and joined her. She scratched at his damp, hot patch of hair and let her manicured nails dally along his stiff cock from base to tip and back again in long, feline strokes.
'Did you ever have your cock sucked like this before?' He looked at her, the words sending the blood with greater force through his cock, half shocked and a lot hotter.
'Uhh, you, ah mean on a bus?' he asked his face going into funny little wrinkles.
'Whatever,' Toni blinked back, laughing to herself, feeling good at being in charge of the situation.
'Uhh no I haven't,' he said taking a long drag. She licked the palm of her hand and started jerking him off again, slow and easy, just enough to keep him blown up but not so much as to blow him out.
The bus rattled and groaned in its own fashion through the soggy night, moving Toni Corbin towards New York and a new life. A bus ride that she wouldn't forget either because she forgot very little. And as the rain kissed vehicle slid over the asphalt Toni felt like she was getting off to a good start, that she was bringing pleasure into someone's life who could in all probability use some. Sitting there with the sailor's cock in her hand she felt very righteous, very content; a bit like an angel of mercy.
She snubbed her cigarette out and leaned down onto his manhood again and licked at the tip of his cock while her two fingers moved in a tight circle up and down on him, squeezing hard and then letting up on the pressure before she pulled his cock into her mouth and felt it brush against the back of her throat. Now she was all mouth and no hands. She could feel his tobacco stained breath falling in waves down onto her neck and into her nostrils as he tried to contain his excitement.
She backed her head off his cock and concentrated on running her tongue along the underside of his bulging penis. She held it with two fingers at the swollen tip and flattened her tongue out and lapped like a dog licking honey from a tree. Without warning, just as the bus driver changed gears, she let go of it and swooped up and then dropped down taking every inch of him into her mouth and pulling her cheeks in as tight as she could around his pumped up prick.
The sailor's eyes were shut tight and as smoothly as the driver had made the transition from third down to second so did Toni move from the base of his cock up and into a long, deep French kiss. Her hand was moving up and down on him and as he peeked just a little through the slits of his wondering eyes he marveled at the way she had done it. Her hand felt as supple and giving, as warm and hot and wet as her mouth. For a moment there he thought she had slipped her cunt around him but then he knew that was impossible.
Her hand continued its meandering along down into his crotch. He didn't know what to make of the whole thing but he wasn't going to ask any question that might stop this insane chick from doing what she was doing-and what she was doing was fantastic. He looked at her peering into the black void and then down at her hand fondling
