The Bus Ride

©vessa07DUP2016    
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Before reading this piece please have the following songs in this order in your playlist...  
"Mind" by Jack U feat Kai  
"Working for it" by Zhu  
"I'm in Control" by Aluna George  
"Let me Disarm You" by Kascade feat Isley  
'Just Like That' by Pegboard Nerds feat Johnny Graves  
'Hotter Than Hell' by Dua Lipa    
 
Rainbow paint-splattered seat cushions, salty outlines of raindrops speckle the tinted window, musty rusty tinge of piss from the stall 3 rows behind me; my body jerked with each violent shifting and then rested back into to crevice left by the seats’ former occupant. Coaching through the USA, the bus puffs and gyrates its way down 86 and I blare ‘Mind” by Jack U feat Kai in my headphone, oscillating and repositioning my shoulders into the back rest preparing for the second leg of my journey… 4 hours down, 3 hours to go and there is only so much entertainment to be had flipping through the apps on my phone. I sit in the aisle seat and place my backpack to my right, I prefer the aisle because I can stretch my limbs when they start going numb. The bus stops to pick up and drop off more passengers just as the sun begins to set…  
 
You saunter up the bus steps like your climbing the Olympic podium in Rio, 6’2”, golden, and best of all scruffy in all the right places. You pause, your flawless frame on the white line and I shift my eyes from my lap to your deep dark black iris’s and bite the lower left corner of my lip pursing them slightly and inhaling as I look back downward. I notice you smirk, grinning with one side of your mouth raising your opposing eyebrow and make your way toward me. Your jet black hair thick eyebrows and scruffy facial hair outlining your face all mixed together in a way that made my heart palpitate. I had never felt lust at first site until I saw your shirt untuck to show the crevices of your abdomen as you placed your bag on the overhead shelf. You saw me looking, mouth slightly ajar, and continued fiddling with your belongings long enough for me to not just view your assets but draw in your old spice so deep that I could taste cinnamon on my tongue. You brought your thick fingers to your belt and thankfully pulled your shirt down enough to provide me with a respite from my wild thoughts. Giant headphones! I smiled, pressing my lips together between my teeth and clenching the pink rims of my mouth so tightly that they became transparent from blood loss.  
 
You stood with your torso and inch from my face, I raised my face to look at yours and you looked down at me and smiled- (ahhh fucking gorgeous teeth too)! Ridiculous! I raised my eyebrows in a quizzical shape and you pointed to the seat next to me, with the most harmonious Arabic accent you asked “Excuse me sister is that seat free?”  
‘Ahhhhh fuck I’m in trouble!’ Of course he picks me to sit next to, the only veiled woman on the bus! Luckily my look was on point, wearing a navy peplum suit from working in the city all day, golden zipper up the front and a geometric design veil covering my hairline and tucked behind my neck in a ponytail!  
 
I pull one ear bud from my ear as if I didn’t hear you and inquisitively widened my eyes, you smiled and I sensed that you knew I was playing a game, “I said, excuse me sister is that seat free?”  
 
“I’ll just move over, your taller than me so you can have the aisle.” I replied unconsciously smirking and then pressing my tongue to the lower inside of my lip and tracing the bottom row of teeth as I adjusted to the window seat.  
 
You slowly descended into the seat beside me like a graceful gazelle, and ‘Working for it’ by Zhu played in the earbud still in my right ear. I… know…you’re…for…it, I’ll make it better, I’ll make it better, I’ll make it better, I’ll make it better, Travailalant pour elle, Why she fuckin with them ballas? She just want them dollas, know what it is when I call her, she working hard, she working hard for the money she want it all…  
 
You could hear the lyrics and sultry guitar strings from the headphone resting on my boob shelf and I noticed your eyes look down to them for a moment while adjusting your very large frame onto the warm cushion. You looked up and said “Salaamualaykum,” ahhhhh I could hear the land of milk and honey rising from his vocal chords and gloriously vibrating his Adam’s apple so that it rose to his under chin when he spoke!  
 
“Wa 3alaykum Salaam,” I responded unconsciously having said the phrase tens of thousands of times…  
 
“Ahhhhh Inti bitkalam 3araby!” He exclaimed with such surprise and as if I hadn’t heard this before from Arab men… I conciliatorily smiled and nodded in agreement (Yes I speak Arabic)… He turned his face to his right and leaned toward me, slanting his ear towards the noise rising from my headphones. I took the right earbud from my ear and picked the left one from my chest and held them in front of his protruding proboscis. He released his overlarge headphones from his oversized digits and delicately clasped onto my ear buds with the warmest fingertips, grazing the nails on my fingertips as he did so and sending a shiver down my spine so that I had to compensate by inhaling deeply.  
 
He placed them on the edge of his lobes but not inserting them into his tympanum just as the lyrical phrase Let me see if I can give you better, even when I’m long and gone, I know you’re working for it, I’ll make it better… and his cheeks flushed slightly and looked over at me as I smiled and raised my eyebrows slightly. She want it all, she working hard for the money, she want it all…he leaned his head back and nodded to the trumpet glare. His iris’s navigating a scheme in his sockets, nodding to the beat and slowly lifting his eyelids up and down, consciously resisting making eye contact with me and then the song transitioned… I’m in controoool…I like crashing waves, but I want to see them at first light after a long night…And see the sky take shape, but I wanna see the stars burn, after I had my turn, and Oo OO you’re working so hard, you played your cards, so what’s the pay off, and ooo ooo a bit took his cheek you gotta go deeper than deep to get me off… “I’m in Control” by AlunaGeorge.  
 
“I’m sensing a pattern of preference,” you turned your dark gaze and bobbing face at mine and your eyes widened, your lips curved and pursed exposing the deep concave under your high cheekbone, and you exhaled slowly. My playlist exposed me and you perused my bare penchant for suggestive ballads. Even more disarming was your use of alliteration in a double-meaning phrase!  
 
He took the buds from his lobe and shifted them to the center of his immense palm, as beige as the desert sand and as crackled as an arid wasteland. He held them under my chin, inches above my breasts and suspended them there as I panted heavily through my nose onto his outstretched fingers. I brought my hands from my lap to the outside of his and as I attempting to seize my chords from him I pressed the pinky of his hands toward my chest. He exhaled and his heartbeat pounded underneath his chest cavity so strong that it sent vibrations through the air. He clasped his hands around my fingers and the headphones and leaned in closer to my body. Instinctively I leaned back towards the window attempting to virtuously deny his advance, his eyes made contact with mine… As dark as the desert night with eyelashes so full and plump that they were more like curtains than lashes. He stared deeply at my face slowly moving his corneas from my veil, past my eyes, to my cheek bones, and then settled on my lips. He pinched his own inward and then let them unfold slowly opening his mouth slightly revealing the pearly tips of his teeth and then from the right corner began licking the top lip and exhaling deeply, leaning in even closer.  
I didn’t know what I wanted at that moment, I knew I should resist but my diaphragm clinched my stomach and my abdomen tightened around my uterus and I knew that my resistance would be futile. He leaned closer and his cologne was intoxicating, he navigated my hand towards his waist and followed his maneuver with his eyes.  My headphones fell to his lap and my palm felt the warm bulge of the side of his ribcage beneath his cotton white tee. I could feel him breathing deeply and the increasing speed of his heartbeat and I squeezed his side slightly.  
 
This made him jerk his face upward and smiled which I returned with a slight opening of my mouth. He was waiting for this form of silent permission and steered his head in front of my face, past my lips and rested his cheek on mine. I leaned forward slightly relieved that he didn’t attempt to kiss me. His cheek was warm and his skin was soft and slightly oily, which next to my dry cold face felt invigorating. He whispered, “It’s hard to sit here and not comment on how beautiful you are, and even the most respectful man would find it difficult to be this close to you.” I closed my eyelids and pressed them tightly, inhaled deeply and my chest rose up to his chin grazing it. He tipped his head so that his chin rested momentarily on my boobs and he raised his right hand to my other cheek…The bus began to rumble awake which slightly woke me from the intoxicating moment that was occurring in our row.  
 
I twitched my head quickly as if waking from a dream and his fingertips clenched the back of my neck to hold my face steadily onto his. He moved his face and placed it directly in front of mine. His breath smelled like spearmint and tea and his eyes were hypnotic. He too looked as if he was coming out of a trance and released my face, leaned back in the chair and my had fell from his side. “I must apologize sister, I don’t know what came over me, I know this is awkward and you have no idea who I am but the urge to kiss you is powerful.”  
 
“Can I ask why you sat next to me if you were attracted to me, knowing, once you saw me that you thought I was sexy?” I asked, slightly deflated that the bus awakening and beginning to move kind of plunged us back into reality.  
 
“Well I saw the veil and your beautiful blue eyes looking at me and I couldn’t resist spending the next 3 hours talking with an exquisite Muslimah.” Shrugging your shoulders slightly as if that were a good excuse for not sitting elsewhere. “Besides, why sit by myself and stare out the window when I can sit next to a lovely woman? Your smell is magnificent with your Misk Al Oudh, it wafted into my face as soon as I climbed the stairs of the bus!” You inhaled deeply, closed your eyes, and leaned your heard back into the headrest of your seat.  
 
“Well my name is *******, and you are?” I exclaimed while introducing my hand once again into his sightline.  
 
“I’m ******, and I live in the city but am travelling back upstate for the weekend.” Once again tilting your head in my direction as you spoke and nudging your shoulder against my own while grasping my hand to shake it.  
 
You brought your hand to my lap where my headphones were resting to pick them up, and as you did so you looked at me to see if I would react negatively. Which I did not…too delighted by the idea of you touching me again, I followed your hand with my eyes. “Do you mind if I keep listening with you, your playlist is so naughty that my ears feel like they are being nibbled on when I listen…”  
 
“Well if its gonna turn you on, and you already are finding it hard to resist being physical with me, do you think that is a wise idea?” I said while the expression on my face silently gave permission.  
 
“You make a good point, but if I can’t physically touch you, I would at least like to bond with you over a love for music.” You smirked, once again flashing your ivory teeth for a moment and then retreating both your hand and your face from my space, my earbuds in hand. You handed me the left side and took the right into your ear, I placed my side in my ear and then restarted the song in my playlist that was already half way over.    
 
'Let me Disarm You' by Kascade Let me disarm you, I’m not trying to own you, I just want to know what it feels like, to have your body so close…You looked over at me and your eyes cascaded over my face and down my torso… Let me absolve you, of the past that controls you, I just want to know what you look like without a weight on your soul…You twitched your hand slightly and I could tell you wanted to reach out and touch me once more but you stopped yourself, clenched your fist, closed your eyes, and leaned your head back into the seat once more… I know somewhere we could get away, if you want to find another place, disappear and never leave a trace, take you anywhere you want… You inhaled and exhaled deeply, and I sank deeply into my chair and relaxed my body. I closed my eyes and gave into the cadence…So let me disarm you! There’s an army I’m fighting around your heart, Let me disarm you, ‘cause baby I just wanna love who you really are…The music broke into a pulsating rhythm that synchronized with my rising heartbeat, my eyes were closed and I was swaying in my seat to the pounding vibrations when I felt your finger in the middle of my upper lip moving downward and parting my lips from one another.  
 
I kept my eyes closed tightly as my bottom lip slowly turned inside out and your finger fell to my chin. My entire lung cavity shivered as I exhaled and a heavy blaze erupted in my abdomen. So let me disarm you…Your finger reached the bottom of my chin and I felt your body next to me shift my direction…So let me disarm you…I could feel your breath in front of my face, and with my mouth still ajar. I could physically sense your gaze caressing my skin… The beat abated into a glissando interval and the intonation of the song reached a grazioso…Spoken in silence… I opened my eyes and inhaled, my chest rose when I saw your face inches from my own. Lazy like sirens, I can bring you out of the darkness, into the fiery light…You leaned in slowly as if your overture was in fact a dance, moving our bodies closer to one another… I know somewhere we could get away, if you wanna find another place love, Disappear and never leave a trace, I’ll take you anywhere you want…Your nose connected with mine, and we excavated each other’s glazed surfaces. You gently prodded my lips with your own, opening them more and more with each nuzzle, your nose rubbing the right side of mine. Once my lips had opened enough to your satisfaction you enveloped my mouth with yours. So let me disarm you…your tongue introducing itself to my teeth…There’s an army I’m fighting around your heart…I pushed back on you with impassioned fervor, and began dominating the performance. Emboldened by my approach, you brought your hand once more to the back of my neck and pulled me into you. Let me disarm you…having satisfactorily pressed my face onto yours and emblazoned by my rhythmic response you brought your fingers onto my cheek and spread them from my ear onto my eyelids and grasping my jawline. Cause baby I just wanna love who you really are…we burrowed into each other insatiably fluctuating from left to right with the ostinato, inhaling and exhaling as if we were running a sprint. You nibbled slightly on my bottom lip and emancipated my top lip for a moment to clench teasingly and morsel on my bottom…Who you really are…I parried your provocation by grasping the back of your neck and forced your lips back onto mine…Let me disarm you…your fingers on my face slid to my neck and collarbone and you pushed my back slightly towards the window behind me and positioned your opposite facing shoulder towards me as if you were about to lay on me…  
 
The song came to a polyphony and faded out, you softly freed yourself from my lips cupping my face from under my chin with your thumb and forefinger on either side and the song transitioned. We stared heatedly at each other, your body slanted slightly onto mine, sinking into the next song 'Just Like That' by Pegboard Nerds feat Johnny Graves…Good morning, eyes open, I can see the light shining through…You stared at your hand on my face, bit your bottom lip and with your forefinger began descending down the center of my neck on my windpipe tracing the contour of the depression at the nape of my neck and licked your lip greedily…Good morning, blinds open, I’m coming home to you…Your eyes preceded the movement of your hands as you shifted your gaze to my bosom, although completely covered and obscured by a thick suit jacket you could tell that I was blessed with a large mantle and you moved your hand downward in between the crevice of my tits along the zipper and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back slightly… Soft with the weather, cool with the breeze, flip through the pages of reality…You circumscribed the area where my areola was concealed, cupped the bottom of my breast, lifted it slightly and squeezed, firmly. I followed your movement with my eyes all the while panting intensely, and you raised your focus to my face. I put my hand on your stubble covered cheek and traced the underside of your eye with my thumb… Flow like a feather out to the see, roam like a lion living wild and free…the tempo increased, as did my heart rate, and I felt you move in closer to me…Just like that, snap my fingers, Just like that, dreams get bigger, Just like that, paint a picture, Just like that…Your lips once again connected with mine but this time you were more aggressive and I could tell you were very aroused, inciting me on. Releasing my boob, you brought your hand further down my side, while battling my tongue and fondling my teeth, you gripped the middle of my lower back and pulled my abdomen into yours causing me to rise slightly from my seat.  
 
The throbbing beat spurned us on and I gripped your face even harder, moving my fingers to the back of your neck and using my other hand to dig my fingernails into the back of your shoulder muscle. Anything you want you can have it, whatever you need you can grab it, whatever you need, what you need…My gouging into your shoulder induced a ferociousness in your tactics and you become unconstrained by the fact that we just met, unhindered by our presence on a slightly populated bus, and began searching under my suit jacket for bare skin, you untucked my undershirt from behind and then made contact under the layers of clothing with my soft smooth and warm skin. You paused for a moment, one of my hands on your face and the other still on your shoulder…Good evening, eyes closing, we can see the stars shining through…Your chest and breathing quivered and quite shaken myself by this abrupt twist of events I too was trembling, your breathing was labored and your grip on my lower back tightened…Good evening, blinds closing, it’s just me and you. Soft with the weather cool with the breeze, live through the pages of reality, float like a feather out to the sea, roam like a lion livin wild and free…You grazed your lips on mine, and then brought your thumb to my bottom lip tracing it with moderate pressure, enough to move my lip to the side as you stroked it. Moist from our shared saliva, my breathing increased, you moved to the center of my bottom lip and pressed down once again opening my mouth and exposing my bottom row of teeth. I bit your finger playfully and then you pressed my jaw downward as my tongue came to meet your fingertip.  
   
Just like that, snap my fingers, just like that, dreams get bigger, just like that, paint a picture, just like that…what you want…just like…I entrapped the tip of your thumb with my teeth and mapped your fingerprint with my tongue, warming and cooling it with each ex-and-in-hale. You fixated your gaze on my suggestive maneuver and then on my satisfied and responsive expression. I opened my mouth more and your thumb sank further into my mouth up to your knuckle. Moving in and out of my mouth you massaged my tongue with your fingertip and my body quaked, my hips instinctively began mimicking the movement of your thumb and your hand on my lower back began prodding at the waistband on my pants…Just like that…Just like that…Anything you want you can have it, whatever you need you can grab it, whatever you want…whatever you need…You once again forced my jaw down, and with your tongue protruding from your open mouth you guided mine to yours by pulling on the backside of my lower row of teeth. My tongue already feeling frisky met the tip of yours and flicked it, moving snake-like from your mouth to my own, you smiled and then I smiled, and we were once again propelled into a deep and spirited kiss. I moved my hand from your shoulder down to your chest and then pressing firmly onto your abdomen I rotated my fingers to a downward position and began gathering your loose shirt into a cluster enough to expose the golden skin beneath. You yanked the earbuds from my ear and removed them from the phone, you took the phone from between us, opened the front of the case and pressed the play button so that the music continued to dj our encounter.  
 
Your fingers found a way past the waistline of my pants and pressed the contour in my lower back and followed it underneath to my panties and with very little effort came to the dent above my buttock. The song faded just as you navigated your way far enough to grab on to my fleshy ass cheek and dig your nails in. Ahhhh yeah…Ahhh yeah…'Hotter Than Hell' by Dua Lipa…He calls me the devil, I make him wanna sin, every time I knock he can’t help but let me in, must be homesick for the real…Im the realest that it gets…You probably still adore me, with my hands around your neck…The bus swayed and hummed and I moved my fingertips past your belt buckle, skin on skin, mouth on mouth, only releasing from each other to breath…I wanted you so badly, and your protruding boner signaled that if we were anywhere else but on a slightly crowded bus we would no longer be virginal.    
 
The sun was completely down, and with no one even remotely close by our seats you became more brave. Vitalized by the energetic music you brought your free hand to the zipper on the front of jacket and you stopped kissing me for a moment of silent appeal. I looked down at your poised fingers and then up at you with an inviting lip bite and you began unzipping my jacket deliberately. Can you feel the warmth? Yeah. As my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol, Where I’m coming from, yeah It’s the darker side of me that makes you feel so numb…My pussy was throbbing, now only one layer of clothing standing between your hands and my torso, starting from the bottom you began unbuttoning my shirt, teasing both yourself and me. Cause we’re hot like hell Does it burn when I’m no there? When you’re by yourself, Am I the answer to your prayers, I giving you that pleasure heaven, And I’ll give it to you, Hotter than hell…Fixated on your fingers slowly making their way up the middle of my body from my waist I didn’t notice the expression on your face, you paused which forced me to look at you. Your lips were shining and slightly purple from our moist and fervent exchange. Hotter than hell… Your eyes were ravenous, curious and wanton all at once and glazed in the moonlight. You reached for the lever and adjusted my seat so that it was almost lying flat, got out from your seat and positioned yourself in front of me directing my legs to spread open so that you could kneel in between the chairs. I was leaning upright and not resting on the back of my chair. You’re my manna from heaven, we all gotta get fed, can you let me know I’m wanted can you let me in your head? I’m not here to make you kneel but it’s praise that I’ll get You ain’t gonna walk free boy. I’m not finished with you yet, no…I took your face in my hands and lifted you from your kneeling position, brought my feet to the chair in front of me and pushed my body back up the chair, leaving you enough space in between my legs to rest your knees. This movement positioned you on top of me and I could feel the weight of your warm body on mine. Still with my hands on either side of your face and now leaning on the back of the chair I transitioned my arms around your body under your armpits making my boobs contract between us which excited you...When we go down right there, you make me feel right there, when you lay me down right there, we just make it right there, Cause you’re looking so right there, Baby you should touch me right there, You can take me right there, we can make it…Hot like hell…I looked up at you slightly questioning your hesitation with my gaze, you smiled and said “I want you so badly, I could cum right now, I feel your body throbbing beneath mine, responding and even communicating with mine,” inches from my face our bodies pressed against one another, my jacket opened exposing my white button-up blouse now slightly moistened. Hotter than hell…  
 
“I think you know I want you too,” my cheeks flushed heatedly and my loins throbbed between my thighs in an aching and pleasurable way. “I’ve never been here before, I’ve never even kissed a man, but my body is pining for yours so I cannot stop myself… if anyone is going to press stop here it will have to be you.” Hotter than hell…  
 
Your face descended to mine and barely making contact you softly kissed my lips, Hotter than hell…”I’ve also never been this far before,” you whispered heavily on my lips and softly kissed me again. Hotter than hell…”and I won’t be stopping myself from taking you, having you,” heavy whisper followed by soft kiss, “taking you,” soft kiss, “being inside you,” hard deep kiss. Plunging your tongue deeply into the back of my throat and putting your full weight on top of my body. I gripped the bottom of your shoulder blades and pulled you harder onto me. And I’ll give it to you, Hotter than hell…  
 
(Let me follow up this piece by clarifying the following: I have categorized it as erotic and poetry...some may argue that because the tantalizing tidbits of this are not graphic and ‘in-your-face’ that it is not erotic, others may argue that because it is in story format that it not a poem but to them I say that I have labeled as such because of the addition of lyrical material.    
I view eroticism as more than just the perfunctory act of sex and the description of that act, is most often just as perfunctory. My writing longs for a time place in which a long deep gaze in a crowded room was enough to make the loins stir, and as a result would cause an increase of saliva production and even moisten the inner thighs. While you read most of my work, with the exception of a few pieces, I want you to really analyze the nuances between graphic fleshy description and erotic corporeal sensory imagery… Believe it or not in most parts of the world describing the torturous ‘lead-up’ and the ‘post-coital’ erogenous stimulation is more erotic than the perfunctory act itself. It physically arouses, emotionally seduces, and intellectually provokes the whole self and eventually culminates and an act. The satisfaction and sexual gratification, however, is observed in the ‘in-between’ spaces! We all don’t just want to fuck-we need to be aroused, the act of coitus doesn’t just occur the body needs to naturally produce moisture or harden, the skin both internally and externally needs to become sensitive to the touch, and the muscles need to both loosen and contract!    
Even during the act of sex, the seduction does not stop-the eye contact, breath on the skin, soft caresses, licks, and tight squeezes both inside and out are what lead to orgasm and mark the success of the act! Even though I am fully capable of describing the flipping fucking thrusting stabbing rubbing lifting throwing pressing biting grabbing kind of scene -See my recent work “The Tryst”- in order for it to be realistic there has to be some looking touching whispering giggling endorphin inducing lead up to generate a realistic mind-blowing orgasm.)