In Transit Ch. 03

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A tailored white blouse over a plaid miniskirt, plain features, but not unattractive, and probably several years my senior, my new traveling companion seemed nice enough. She was vivacious and talkative, bustling into the seat beside me to rob me of the possibility of getting myself dressed, and consigning me to hiding my nakedness under the blanket until I could figure out what to do.

“I get a little queasy right up the back, you know?” she wasn’t really asking, and didn’t require a reply. “I’m so grateful. I really owe you one. Snake?”

This actually was a question. She produced a large bag of jelly pythons, offering one to me with every expectation I would accept it. It seemed ungracious to refuse, so I took one. They were bigger than any I had seen, thicker than my thumb, and almost a foot long. Just the head alone was a complete mouthful.

“Oh!” she squealed, alarming me a little, because she was looking at my feet. “Your lovely white sweats are on that nasty dirty floor!”

Before I could react, she leaned down between my blanketed legs and grabbed my discarded pants. I was aghast. What if she saw my discarded knickers down there! She would know I’m not wearing shorts or something, but rather, I’m quite nude. There was nothing I could do. I held my breath in dismay, hardly noticing the bus pulling into its allotted bay and stopping.

But she resurfaced with only my half inside-out pants, and I breathed out in relief. The relief was short lived, however, because as she babbled about the unsanitary state of bus floors, and the lovely white cleanliness of my garment, she turned it right way in with bustling efficiency, folded it neatly, and then, to my horror, stood up and wedged my precious pants between two large items in the overhead racks on the opposite side of the bus!

When she reached up just a little further to shove my pants even more securely between suitcases and other stuff, even in my astonishment and dismay at my own predicament, I noticed how her skirt rode up tantalizingly high. I only registered it fleetingly, but her little white briefs did actually make an appearance. A small set of cogs in my head were wondering if a skirt might have been a better choice for my own outfit, because it would make all this business of undressing much less complicated!

My heart sank. How would I ever get those pants back, being naked from the waist down? Even if I were alone once again later in the night in the next leg of the journey, it would be almost dawn by then, and any number of passengers might be awake. What a situation! How was I going to get myself out of this one?

She flopped happily back in her seat, then crossed her legs as she babbled on, showing superbly long legs as the little skirt rode up. Now, as she sat back with her long legs on display, I envied her the freedom of it. I was trapped under my blanket, and would be for who knows how long, and so many posture options were simply denied me in the interim.

“I’m so sorry. Did you want to get out to go the the little girls’ room?” she asked, with a look of concern and invitation.

Now that she mentioned it, yes. Yes, I did want that. But I would not be budging, because of my little predicament. Fuck my life, I thought.

“Oh, no. No, that’s ok. I don’t need to,” I lied, waving off the suggestion.

She kept chattering as the bus dropped off a few passengers, and also picked up a couple more. One middle-aged man took her previous seat behind us in the back seat, and took forever to remove coats and scarves and get himself settled.

Eventually, after the longest time, the next leg of the journey began. I was no closer to resolving my problem, and I had a low-key anxiety brewing about it. I was smiling, and trying to be polite to this new friend, but inwardly I was freaking out as she babbled on, consumed with the naked problem under the blanket.

As the bus got moving, the cabin lights dimmed. My companion seemed to take that as a cue to stop talking, and I was relieved. I wanted to think. I needed a plan. I sucked on the jelly python, steadily dissolving it, if only gradually.

For several minutes we rumbled along in silence. It was an odd silence, and it took a little while to figure out why. It was her. She wasn’t reading, nor sleeping, nor watching out the windows at the motorway lights and signs. She just sat there with a suppressed smile, seemingly biding her time. Could she keep that up for two hours?

Whether or not she was able, that was not her intention. After a few minutes, she leaned close to me and said in a low voice so that only I would hear, “You’ll never guess what I found on the floor back there.” She indicated the seat behind, where she had been sitting previously.

Python still in my mouth, I also leaned toward her so that my face was close to hers and replied softly, “What was it?”

She looked over her shoulder as if to check that nobody was looking, and then conspiratorially reached into her little purse and pulled out a small red ball. Holding it out in her trabzon escort thumb and forefinger, she allowed it to unfurl, and my heart stopped in my chest. She was holding my knickers.

Did she know? Had she been watching me? Or did she literally just find them and not know whose they were? Why would she pick them up? Why would she show them to me me?

She was waiting for my reaction. I froze. The python lay flaccid on my tongue. My eyes met hers, and I had no idea what to say.

“Oh!’ I managed, as ambiguously as I could.

“You know what I think?” she said softly, still dangling my dainties in front of my face.

I was conscious that, since it was possible that she had been watching me from between the seats, there was every chance the new passenger behind us was now watching the two female passengers in front of him discussing a pair of lacy underpants dangling between them. I blushed, a burning heat rising from my cheeks and forehead.

“Um, n… no?” if she was trying to put me at a disadvantage, she was doing fine.

“I think you’re naked under that blanket,” she concluded.

A silent clang rang through my brain. I had been discovered. I cursed my stupidity. How had I been so careless and slutty? What had I done? What would happen next?

My mouth fell open. She had me proverbially pinned. I was compelled to keep meeting her eyes, and I waited to see what my doom would entail. I had been very, very naughty. I couldn’t deny it, but I wasn’t going to confirm it, either.

I came up with a cunning plan. I would wish myself gone from this bus, and out of the situation! I gave it a red-hot go, wishing with all my strength, but unfortunately my plan failed and I was still sitting there, naked, caught, and compromised.

“Show me,” she demanded, quietly, simply, in a matter of fact tone. It was the tone of someone who had won. Someone who was incontrovertibly in control. Someone who had planned what she was going to do, and was unhurriedly executing her plan.

I hesitated. Why should I show her? But then I realized why. My fate was in her hands. If I did what she asked, perhaps I would get my pants back. My eyes unconsciously darted to the spot where my pants had been stowed as I contemplated what to do.

“Oh yes, your pants,” she knowingly surmised what I was thinking. “You know, I like you. I think we can be good friends,” her tone was so sweet as to be menacing. “And if you do everything I ask, who knows? Maybe I’ll give you your pants back.”

She flashed a winning smile and continued, “But you don’t have to. I’ll just keep those pants, and these,” she was still dangling my underwear in front of me. “But I wouldn’t want you to do anything you weren’t completely willing to do!”

She slid the half eaten snake from my mouth, turned it around, and put it in her own mouth. She slid it sensuously in and out, in unmistakably sexual fashion, then licked and sucked it in the most suggestively phallic manner imaginable, before returning it to just in front of my mouth, waiting for me to open up.

“So tell me,” she challenged me. “Are you completely willing to do anything I say?”

I was skewered. I had no choice. I was going to have to agree to do whatever she wanted, because I needed those pants back. Obediently, submissively, I opened my mouth, nodding. She slid the confectionery in, and I closed my lips gently around it, allowing her to thrust it in and out slowly. It was a tender, yet unmistakably dominating gesture that placed me firmly in her command.

Still sliding it in and out, she repeated, “Show me.”

I slid the blanket aside to reveal my shame, still providing my mouth for her continuing thrusts with the sweet lolly. She smiled a wickedly supercilious grin.

“Oh, we’re going to get along just fine,” she breathed, tucking my knickers back into her purse.

She stopped pushing and pulling the python, and held up a finger in front of my face, “Stay”. She was commanding me like a puppy. Who did she think she was? Oh, right. She was the one who held my destiny in her hands, and whom I had promised to obey. I stayed, the python dangling from my mouth.

In an effortless movement, she used both hands to slip off her little white cotton briefs. She didn’t take any precautions of looking around, or pausing, or checking for onlookers. She did in seconds what had taken me closer to twenty minutes! And nobody seemed to notice because she was so natural, and so quick about it.

She slid the blanket over her own legs as she spun around a little to lift her legs over mine. Soon, her legs rested diagonally across mine, our naked skin in full contact under the blanket.

She reached out to remove the python from my mouth, sliding it out and away from me. The sweetness of it lingered. Her grin became a distracted grimace, her lower jaw extending as she shifted herself under the blanket so that her knees were apart. With a flick of the wrist she got her hand with the python under the edge of the blanket, and although tunceli escort I couldn’t see precisely, I knew what she was doing.

Her tongue protruded as she focused on the difficult task of inserting it with one hand into her sex. I had no choice but to sit silently as her legs moved and slid over mine, the dry end of the python rested on my thigh, and I could tell from her expression and from the angle of her arm that she was making progress in her work with the python.

She paused in her efforts for a moment to hold her white knickers against my mouth and nose. The scent of them revealed that she had been aroused for some time, surely from watching me masturbate furiously, thinking I was not being observed. She pushed gently at my mouth, and to my shock, I understood she wanted me to put them actually into my mouth! I’m talking about her underwear! Have you ever heard of such a thing?

Anyway, what could I do? I opened my mouth, and the musky, damp fabric was pushed steadily into my mouth. I couldn’t avoid my tongue coming in contact with the flavored material. Despite my conscious rejection of this idea as revolting, something on a primal level in me was responding to… what? The scent, the flavor? Perhaps, but also the audacity of her demand… and my craven, obsequious submission to her.

Her jaw clenched in evident excitement at the domination she was exerting, divided as her attention was, because she was again pushing the confectionery steadily into herself under the blanket. I was relieved at the high, extra brief cut of the knickers, because it meant there wasn’t much material so the whole piece fit right in my mouth and I could close my lips. This meant anyone looking on would be unable to see the depravity of my circumstances. It didn’t take long before the cotton gusset soaked up my saliva and the flavors ran free in my mouth.

Eventually her mouth relaxed, as she was no longer working hard to wrangle the floppy lolly. She smiled mischievously at me as she withdrew her hand. Judging from the look on her face, my ordeal was only beginning.

“Get it. Get it and suck it again,” she demanded, indicating the python. She pushed her fingers into my mouth and pulled out the sodden undergarment.

I swallowed. I knew I was going to do it. I had no choice. But the idea was shocking, even after all I had been through. I already explained I don’t let men push me around, and I certainly didn’t get into sexual encounters with women! It’s so uncouth. So lurid. Yet this was strangely arousing. What was happening to me?

Obediently, I slid my hand up her lovely, smooth hairless leg, all the way to the python, protruding as it was from her (also hairless) sex. At the touch of my hand she breathed excitedly, watching my face intently. I met her gaze, and sucked in my lower lip as I slowly extracted the sweet from her body. The sliding action evidently exciting her more and more.

Once it was free of her, I pulled it out from under the blanket and, still meeting her eye, I began sucking it once again, finding it now more floppy due to the warmth and the moisture.

Her musky, earthy flavors mingled with the sweetness of the python, creating a heady toffee flavor I can’t hope to describe. Despite myself, I found it delicious, if decadent, and I hungrily fellated the innocent lolly, not needing to feign enjoyment. This seemed to delight and inflame her further.

“Now put it in you,” she said, in a tone that invited no dissent.

She lifted the weight of her legs a little so that I could spread my legs. I needed to scooch down in the seat to get my hips at the suitable angle, but having done so, I set about the same awkward task she had performed earlier. With an effort of will, and almost a cramp in my wrist, eventually I managed to stuff half the unsuspecting snake into myself, inch by inch, guided by my fingers, a deeply arousing process!

When it was in, I withdrew my hand and, in a cheeky, submissive gesture, I tasted my fingers as I looked, wide-eyed, into her face.

She breathed in deeply through flared nostrils at my seduction. Her hand reached below the blanket and, finding the inserted snake, pulled and pushed it in me rhythmically, her own finger and thumb sliding in and out of me as she did. I maintained my wide-eyed submission, and made an extra show of licking at my fingers, and rocked my hips ever so slightly. Her eyes flashed an exciting, dangerous glint.

She adjusted her posture to get both hands under the blanket. To my astonishment, she took the as yet dry end of the snake, protruding as it was from me, and shoved it wholly into me. She pushed it far enough that my body accepted it, pulling it up and inward the rest of the way.

“That’s to keep you tasting nice,” she whispered menacingly. She presented all of her sticky fingers for me to clean off by licking and sucking them, which I eagerly did.

“Loose the top,” she demanded. She was referring to my sweatshirt and I admit, I didn’t even hesitate. I pulled each uşak escort arm into the arm hole, and lifted it over my head. Seeing the tank-top, she growled, “All of it.”

And so I took off the tank top and the lacy red bra. What? It’s not like I had a choice, ok? I sat in the corner between the window and my seat back, bare-breasted for her. My nipples were predictably at attention. My whole body was, truth be told.

Withdrawing her legs, and taking the blanket so that it was solely on her own legs, she exposed me fully. All I could do was push myself back into the dark corner as far as possible. She was shielding me from the people across the isle, and nobody else should be able to see me. Still, I was completely exposed to her. My sex was mindful of its unfamiliar cargo, and the muscles contracted rhythmically around it. I watched her face for her next move, or her next instruction. My breathing was strangely deliberate.

In a teasing tone, she flicked the corner of the blanket, which lay over her legs. “Would you like the blanket back? I bet you would, wouldn’t you,” as humiliating as it was to beg, I nodded. It was what she wanted. I didn’t have a choice.

“You could be all covered up under there, couldn’t you?” she continued to taunt. I nodded again.

“Well then, why don’t you go down there under it, and get yourself comfortable?” she lifted her leg nearest me onto the seat, which spread her legs open. It took me a moment to understand what she was demanding, but when she leaned back it became obvious. I was to crouch on the floor and… pleasure her.

Now, I had done some risque things with the girls before, when I was young and experimenting, but never had I ever gone down on a woman. I didn’t know if I would even be any good at it. But it seemed I was doomed to find out, because that was clearly what she was demanding next. I didn’t know how many taboos this woman was going to kick out from under me. I had already lost count.

I slid down onto the floor, and tried to get comfortable on my knees. It was cramped, but I found a position that would work. She threw the blanket over my head, and left one hand underneath it, reaching around to grab my ponytail. From that moment, she had it as a handle for precise control. I became an elaborate sex toy for her.

As much as I tried to pleasure her, I apparently got the rhythms wrong, because she would always end up yanking and pushing at my ponytail, squishing my face into her sex repeatedly after I had been licking at her for a bit. I couldn’t predict it, as much as I tried to do a good job. Presently I resigned to it, just licking as I could amid all the shoving. It didn’t feel very sensual to me, but I could sense her energies coalescing as she worked herself up towards a climax, so perhaps the rough treatment she was dishing out was part of her excitement.

My neck was sore, and my lips were possibly getting bruised from all the shoving and thrusting, but I had no choice. I had to let her reach her goal, using my face as a sex toy. And she was strong!

I knew the instant it happened. I didn’t even need to notice the extra forceful yank on the ponytail, or the extra rotation of the hips. I could taste it. Her taste changed in the blink of an eye, with a surge of sweeter fluid oozing itself into the mix, unmistakably signalling her climax.

My hearing was muffled. I couldn’t hear her, so she had presumably managed to subdue her groans to at least a discrete level. As the moment subsided, the yanking changed to a more gentle, circular motion, and I was finally allowed to lick and suck properly. She luxuriated in my caress for a long time, and when she finally signaled, by means of a yank on the ponytail, that I should surface again, I was sore in my neck and shoulders, not to mention my knees, supporting my weight on the vibrating floor of the moving bus.

I was also ready to breathe free air again, after being stuck under the blanket for so long, deep in her loins. I popped the blanket off my head to take a deep gulp of air and, unmistakably from the corner of my eye, clearly saw my young admirer in the far back seat corner staring, slack-jawed, at us both. He turned away immediately, but not before I figured out exactly what was happening. He was watching, and he knew that I knew that he knew I knew.

She leaned forward and said in a quiet, serious tone, “you can sit back up again, only after you get that python out of yourself and smear it all over your pretty little body.”

I was horrified.

I still held out for the possibility I was going to be able to earn my sweats back again, but if I had the sticky, slimy remains of a moistened and now thoroughly warmed gelatinous mess smeared all over me, the fleecy lining would be wrecked.

But what choice did I have? At least I would be dressed. I nodded in submission.

So I spread my legs as far as I could while still kneeling on the floor. It was awkward, and took several attempts, but finally I managed to get one of my fingers hooked around part of the slimy mess, and pulled it gently down, out of myself into my other hand. It was a disgusting process. The snake had begun to dissolve and disintegrate. I hesitated, but when I made eye contact and saw the cruel gleam in her pretty eyes, I knew I was not going to get a reprieve.

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