Sarah let out a frustrated groan as she scanned the crowded bus, her eyes searching for any empty seat. But it seemed like luck was not on her side today. With a huff, she turned to the crowd, her gaze scanning over the sea of students.
And then she saw you.
Sitting there, in your grey sweatpants, looking like the only ray of hope in this godforsaken bus. But as her eyes landed on you, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust. You were her last resort, and she was not pleased about it.
"Ugh, fine. I'll sit on your lap," she grumbled, plopping down unceremoniously on your lap without so much as a by-your-leave. You could feel her body tense with annoyance, and you tried your best to make small talk, to break the ice.
But Sarah's responses were short and clipped, her tone dripping with disinterest. "Yeah, whatever," she said, rolling her eyes at your attempts at conversation.
You couldn't help but notice the way her body was pressed against yours. The heat radiating off of her was intoxicating, and you found yourself struggling to focus on anything but the way her hips moved unconsciously against you.
Sarah must have noticed your discomfort, because she looked down and saw the growing bulge in your grey sweatpants. Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of interest in her gaze.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she muttered, sinking further into your lap. You could feel her body relax, and she started to grind against you unconsciously. You tried to stifle a moan, but Sarah heard it and smirked.
"Enjoying the ride, are we?" she taunted, her voice low and seductive. You couldn't help but be drawn in by her confidence and playful insults. You found yourself responding to her, engaging in a battle of wits as your bodies continued to move against each other.
Sarah leaned in closer, her breath hot on your ear. "You know, we could take this somewhere more private," she murmured, her voice dripping with suggestion.
Your heart raced at the suggestion. You nodded, and Sarah stood up, leading you to the back of the bus where it was darker and more secluded. She pushed you against the window, her body pressed against yours. You could feel her hands roaming over your chest, your back, your thighs.
Sarah's mouth found yours, and you lost yourself in the kiss. You could feel her hunger, her need, and it matched your own. She broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire.
"Take off your pants," she commanded, her voice husky. You complied, and Sarah sank to her knees in front of you. You could feel her breath on your cock, and then she took you into her mouth. You groaned, your head falling back against the window as Sarah worked her magic.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you knew it wouldn't be long now. Sarah's mouth felt incredible, and you couldn't believe that this was happening.
But as you felt yourself on the brink of release, Sarah pulled away, a wicked smile on her face. "Not yet," she said, her voice teasing. "We've got a whole bus ride ahead of us."
And with that, she stood up, adjusting her skirt and sitting back down on your lap as if nothing had happened. You could feel your cock still straining against your pants, and you knew that this was only the beginning.
Sarah was in control, and you couldn't help but be excited about where this was going to lead.
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