Going Home(c) Copyright, 1999
By Megan Murphy, Meganmurphy@moose-mail.com 
October 1999

My name is Sam. I'm just your ordinary guy who's been having some extraordinary experiences this past year. I'm about to tell you one of them.

I'm gonna start out by telling you right now, I wasn't drunk. And no, I wasn't high on anything. I couldn't have imagined this in my wildest dreams . . . no one could.

The day had not gone well. To start things off, I fought with my girl, Lisa. Earlier in the day, I had called to let her know I'd be working late. What I got was, "Today's Sweetest Day! How could have forgotten?" Well I mean, come on! One of a million 'let's make some money greeting card holidays' and I'm supposed to remember all of them? What's clear is that I'm in the wrong business! Not only would I be rich, but I'd also have no trouble remembering any of those made up holidays. But I wasn't rich -- I was in trouble with Lisa. I didn't think her hanging up on me was a good sign.

The rest of my day went downhill from there . . . lost inventory, irate customers, spilled coffee and it was only 9 in the morning! I'm telling you, the rest of the day just didn't get any better than that.

I did manage to think about Lisa and how far we'd come. I'm the type of guy that used to think I knew what love was. It was all about sex, right? 'She's excited because I'm coming so I guess she had an orgasm too' type of thinking. Well, Lisa has shown me a few things that have proven me wrong. And I'm learning. Just the other day she taught me that her pleasure increased my own when it was time. Hell, I never knew how beautiful a woman's body was just before she came. That glow. Those perfectly tight nipples. I'm getting hard just thinking about her. But, as I said, we had a fight.

I think you can see why I was depressed. It was 10pm and I was on my way home to what I hoped wasn't going to be a continuation of our disagreement. I was sitting in an aisle seat at the back of the bus. An elderly lady near the front and the bus driver were the only people riding along with me. Good, I thought. I could have some peace and figure out what I was going to say to Lisa.

I was thinking it was too late to buy flowers when the whoosh of opening doors interrupted my planning. In between thoughts of 'let's kiss and make up' ideas, I happened to look up and see the new passenger. She was about 5'2" tall with long red curly hair. After putting money in the coin box, she turned and started down the aisle.

Wait! Did I say passenger? I meant goddess! She was wearing a short black dress that buttoned down the front and I know my mouth must have dropped when I saw her face. She smiled at me right away, like she was hoping she'd find me sitting there, in the back of the bus by myself.

What did I do? Hell, I didn't' do anything, just tried to act my cool, nonchalant normal self. Well, I mean I tried after I closed my mouth and stopped drooling all over the place.

She sat down directly across from me. Didn’t say a word.  Just sat there, looking at me.

I tried to ignore her because I'm not a total sexist pig. But I swear, when she crossed one leg over the other, if I could have oinked, I would have. As her dress rode up, there was the sizzle of stocking against stocking. I looked over and saw an incredible patch of white thigh. But it was that deep purple garter strap that burned into my brain. You may not believe this but at that moment, I suddenly knew what I was going to get Lisa for our belated Sweetest Day celebration: a garter and stockings.

Can tell I'm the good guy here? I was trying hard to think about Lisa and not think those impure thoughts this woman was bringing out in me. You know the ones I mean. 'What kind of panties does she have on?' or 'I wonder what her breasts look like, straining against the front of her dress?' You've probably figured out by now that I was thinking them anyway. I'll admit that. But what she was doing was not something I would have imagined happening in real life. So, as I let my imagination get the better of me, my impure thoughts and my control over them went their separate ways.

She watched me, deliberately smoothing her skirt over her crossed legs. My eyes went from that purple garter holding up her stockings to her hands. I was mesmerized. The front of the bus silently ceased to exist when she uncrossed her legs and left them slightly open. She turned in her seat toward me, then lifted the bottom of her dress, slowly dragged it up. I swear my heart felt like it was trying to make an emergency exit when I saw her purple panty-covered pussy. I tried for control, thinking about how good Lisa would look in purple. It didn't work. My cock was on it's own, responding big time, standing proud and tall while her unwavering gaze inspected me.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she whispered, a small smile on her face.

Well, what could I do? I was a gentleman after all. Ok, a horny one at the moment, but still a gentleman. And believe me, I really had to show her because my rod was almost hurting, strangled by the restraint of my jeans. I struggled to unbuckle my belt and pop open the snap.

I’m not sure that I completely trusted her to show me anything more, but I was hoping. I kept my eyes on her hands as she shifted them to the top of her dress. She unbuttoned the first four buttons. By then, my zipper was down. My underwear looked like a tent so I quickly pulled the elastic waist down and set myself free. It was perfect timing on my part because by that time, she had pulled her dress open and I could see the swell of her breasts over a purple bra. The sight sent a jolt of lust through my already twitching cock. I gripped it hard at the base, using a tight fist to try and keep my excitement under control. Her hand started to pull down one the cups that enclosed what I so desperately wanted to see.  "Let's take this slow," she murmured. Resting her round tit in the palm of her hand, she moved her thumb back and forth against the nipple I hadn't seen yet. When I finally saw it poke up between her fingers, I almost lost my mind.

"Wait just a second," she said softly. "Close your eyes. I want to make sure this little nipple of mine is nice and hard when you really see it." 

Was I dreaming? No woman's actions or words had ever excited me like this before. But then again I've never really given a woman the chance to undress herself like this in front of me. Patience is not one of my redeeming qualities.

I was afraid to release my cock. I didn't want to come yet. I wanted to stay in this hot state and see what happened next, but I had to do something or I'd not see anything except stars. So, I held my balls with one hand while I used the ol' two-fingered thwack to the top of my cock with the other. Even so, when I finally saw her beautiful tip, I wasn't sure I'd make it.

That 'little nipple of hers' was swollen to a deep shade of rose, so stiff it was almost square. I started wondering how good it would feel between my teeth as I  pulled it away from the soft surrounding skin and licked it with my tongue. I would roll her other bud between my fingers, tantalizing her with sweet pinches of pleasure that would echo the nibbling of my teeth. I was in middle of making her sigh in pleasure when her raspy voice brought my imagination to a halt.

"Time for our pleasure, don't you think?"

Talk about being brought out of a dream! The urgency in her voice told me that she was as ready as I was. She played her nipple with her thumb as her other hand moved down between her legs.

I couldn't decide if I should watch her fingers squeezing and puling her tight nub or her hand that was now touching her panties. My cock jerked like a puppet. I actually had to put my balls in a vise grip to keep from coming when she revealed the last of herself to me.
Lifting the edge of elastic near her pussy, she pulled it away and to the side. It was as stunning as she was and it was SHAVED. I could see that her labia were full and aroused. She slid her hand from her nipple and down toward those rosy lips. Shifting down in her seat a little, she used two fingers to open herself up for my inspection.

She was glistening with shiny juice. I looked down to see pre-come glistening on the tip of my cock. We were most definitely a matched set in this game of excitement and lust. And that's what it was. Lust. No commitment. No rules, just pure and simple lust, a come without a conscience. I had thought this was all a thing of the past for me. It must have been true because I knew I was wrong as I watched her middle finger move up and down her inner crease, nudging her clit but not touching it. But wrong or not, I pushed my throbbing cock hard against my belly. Using long flat-palmed strokes from balls to the red-hot tip, I slowly increased the pressure and speed of my hand. I couldn't take my eyes off of her little pearl as it expanded and stood erect, looking like a miniature version of what I held in my hand.

"Let's come together," she panted. "We can do it. Just  let me know when, ok?"

Let her know when? Man, I was so close. I got lost in that luscious slit of hers. I closed my eyes. I listened to those slippery good sounds from her fingering and smelled her wonderfully musky aroma. I knew how she'd feel if I slid two fingers deep inside, searching for her g-spot, spreading my fingers open and shut. I knew I would love the way her inner muscles clenched against my fingers when I finally feather-touched her clit. I almost came right there. Almost.

I opened my eyes. Getting a firm grip on my cock, I moved my thumb and index finger in a see-saw motion. She saw the look in my eyes and began to thrust hard against her clit. As she polished it to a ruby glow, I imagined how it would feel against my finger. I imagined that her fingers against her nub were really on my cock as I hissed "I'm coming...oh my God, I'm coming..."

She came with me. I saw it in the way her body stiffened against the back of the seat, much like how mine grew rigid. I arched back, balls tight between my thighs as my come literally exploded between my fingers and into the palm of my hand. I collapsed, sexually released from the amazing tension she had inspired in me. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked down at my hand all covered in my thick juice. Across the aisle, my fantasy in the little black dress looked just as dazed and drained as I felt. I found some Kleenex in my pants pocket and cleaned myself up as best I could.

"Fullerton Avenue," the bus driver called out. In all my life, I've never been able to do the 'one-handed tuck and zip-up" as quickly as I did at that moment. She smiled at me and it was one of the most gorgeous, contented smiles I've ever seen on a stranger's face. Her fingers flew to button her dress as she stood up. She smiled, then leaned over and gently kissed me. "Happy Sweetest Day," she whispered. Then she turned and walked off the bus, just disappeared from my life. Happy Sweetest Day, I thought. Was I the only person in the whole world who forgot?

My mind was reeling as I tried to figure out exactly how this had happened. I'd once tried to talk Lisa into trying something outrageously sexy with an anonymous stranger on a bus or train. Usually our fantasies were similar but with this one, she shook her head, laughed and said it was crazy and dangerous. But it just happened to me! And I didn't even get slapped or arrested.

Suddenly the consequences hit me. I sat there, wondering how I could get in the door, past Lisa and into the bathroom to clean myself off. Did I feel guilty? Well, sure. I mean, there weren't any bodily fluids exchanged, or even phone numbers. I didn't do any touching, unless you count my imagination. But, I'm telling you that while I felt guilty, I couldn't have helped myself. I don't think any man in his right frame of mind, could have done anything other than what I did.

I walked into the apartment, an undecided guy. Should I tell Lisa about this experience? Should I keep it to myself? Should I try to convince myself I fell asleep on the way home and it was all a dream? I shook my head as I looked at the Kleenex in my hand.

She was sitting in the living room, wearing her red robe, reading a book. I tensed, thinking that her first words would be about what a jerk I was to not have remembered Sweetest Day.

"Hi, Sam," she smiled. "I'm sorry about the fight."

I gotta tell you that I was stunned. She sounded sweet and forgiving. She actually met my look of wary confusion with amusement. Then she started to laugh.

"My friend Kate just called to tell me where she bought that sexy purple bra and panty set with the matching garter you seem to have liked so well." She grinned mischievously. "By the way, did you like my Sweetest Day present?"

She walked over to where I stood in silent amazement. "You did have a nice ride home on the bus, didn't you?" She grinned at my confusion. "I thought I'd help you out with a hint or two of what I'd like for a present. I was thinking I'd like to own a garter and stockings. Maybe a purple bra and panties?"

She smiled and suddenly her words dawned on me. Now I knew why that woman acted like she expected me to be on the bus. It was Lisa letting her imagination turn real. Was I the luckiest ordinary guy in the world or what? What man on earth could have a woman like Lisa plan a fantasy for me with such abandon? I held her close, vowing that tomorrow we'd go shopping for those stockings and garter. But instead of purple...maybe a see-through pale yellow bra with matching thong panties...

Copyright October 1999, revised July 2002 by Mega Murphy

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Megan Murphy has been a published erotica author for over 5 years. She has two stories published in 'The Passions of Lady Jessika' as well as other stories published on various internet sites. She welcomes comments on her work and will reply to every one. "My reader's enjoyment is hoped for with every word I write." Megan is currently the ITEMS Editor at www.erotica-readers.com