Camille's Bus Ride (Camille Chapter 1)

This is rather explicit, read at your own risk:


I waited patiently for the bus to arrive, despite the fact that I was running ten minutes late already. It had been a hectic morning: the alarm didn't go off, the dog messed on my new Parisan carpet, there was a run in my stockings, and the car wouldn't start. I could feel the muscles on my back tense slightly at the thought and quickly diverted my attention to the man sitting on the bench beside me. His masculine cologne drifted up towards me like a genie from a bottle. He was so engrossed in his newspaper that he barely even noticed me sitting there, not that I expected him to. I mean, all I really had time for was a quick brush of my long blond hair, and a little mascara. My hair was still damp from this mornings’ cold shower and it hunglike a limp mop of yellow straw off of my shoulders, (not to mention the run in my expensive silk stockings.) Even so, I glanced his way. I could see that he held the same newspaper in his hand that I wrote for. I craned my neck to see what page he was on and nearly fell into him, how embarasing! Thank God he didn't notice! I looked down and saw my name at the top under the headline: "Camille S. Micheals." 'Great,' I thought, 'not that one.' The article he was reading was something that I had thrown together at the last minute about two lovers who got caught by each others spouses who were staying in the motel room next door. Not a word of it was true. I moved my eyes towards his full manly lips and noted a smile of amusement kissing them. I made a note of 'smile of amusement kissing them.' for future reference on my note pad and decided to strike up a conversation about the article.
' Can you believe that?' I said, lying through my teeth.
He looked up, his eyes a deep lustful blue. His smile was white against his tawny tan. The color of his hair was so deep that it caught the rays of the sunlight and turned them instantly blue.
"What?" he asked
"Can you believe that, those people committing the same dirty sin," I said, "Why didn't they just become swingers and swap men?"
"Or women." he said, looking me up and down ever so subtly. I wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't been staring into his eyes.
“Perhaps." I said, flipping the hair out of my face with a flighty air.
"You don't like that sort of thing?" he prodded, grinning a devilish and delicious grin.
Oh I don't know," I said honestly. "I guess I never really had the opportunity because I have never been married. How about you?"
"Me either," he confessed, "and I don’t think I would if I were married, but as of now, I am not."
God he sounded regal! I bet myself he was an artist.
“So if you aren’t married, how do you become a swinger?” I teased.
“You don’t,” he said bluntly, “because you are already free to have as much sex as you wish.”
“And what kind of sex do you have?” I taunted, feeling suddenly wanton.
His blue eyes held me helpless for several long seconds as he stared deep into me. A self confident, sinful smile slowly slithered across his lips. “Meet me in the back of the bus and I’ll show you,” he purred. My heart raced at the idea of being with this man. I could feel the warmth building up between my legs and my face felt flushed.
“I don’t even know your name.” I stammered. He made me nervous, but to me, that was exciting. I usually have all of the control.
“My name is Eric,” he cooed. I stared at him and said his name silently to myself.
“I’m Camille.”
He grasped my hand with a firm but gentle grip and kissed it softly with his lips, just grazing the tiny hairs and stimulating them to rise. Then he put my middle finger into his warm wet mouth, nibbling and licking it. I noticed carloads of people passing by on their way to work, but all were too busy to notice us. It was like we were invisible to anyone but each other.
I moaned and stroked my hand up his thigh. I teased him by drawing my fingers near his manhood and then briskly moving them down towards his knee. His cut offs tickled the back of my hand as I moved it slowly under the fringe. I could feel the heat of his crotch sear my skin as if it were a furnace of his desire.
He slowly and tenderly took my fingers out of his mouth and leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“I bet you taste even sweeter down there.” He rasped, his 98.6 breath warming the cockle of my ear. His hand moved down grazing my left nipple and lingering for the slightest of moments before he thrust his hand roughly into my panties, groping for my womanhood. I could feel its moistness beginning to build as he drew nearer to me and whispered more sweet promises.
He kissed me long and deep, moving his tongue in unison with his fingers. I wrapped my fingers around the softness of his hair and pulled him closer. My legs were shaking with the building of my climax and my muscles tensed. I could feel the blood rushing to my wet pussy’s rescue. He sensed the moment and moved ever harder and ever faster around my clit. Tiny shards of pleasure and light cascaded down the backs of my eyelids and I could feel the pain beginning to have its way with me until I cam, sobbing and moaning at once. My body was wracked with its own desire, and I was sated for the moment.
I slowly opened my weakened eyes to look at him. Eric’s breath came in raspy susurration. I took the moisture from his upper lip and licked eagerly for his tongue. He pushed me back away from him and stood up. I saw his rock hard cock straining against the fabric of his shorts as he held out his hand for me. I grabbed it and stood up on shaky knees as I heard the bus squeaking to a stop in front of us.
He paid our fair and walked me to the back of the vehicle, finding an open seat. The only other person in the back was another woman who was working steadily on her laptop. Her fingers clicked steadily and she didn’t look up as we made our way hurriedly to our seat.
The bus pulsed and rocked its way to the next stop. I gave Eric an intimate smile and slowly undid his zipper. I grabbed the full size of him, it filled my entire hand. I couldn’t wait to get him into my mouth. He leaned his head against the window behind him and murmured a tantalizing ‘Yes.’ I moved my head towards his cock and moistened my full lips. I teased the tip of him with my tongue, darting inside the hole and twisting it around the edge of its head. I slid it into my mouth, molesting it with my tongue. I felt his hand roughly clutching the flesh of my ass. The warmth of my mouth fired up the heat of his shaft and I felt it pulse between my lips. The velvet softness of Eric’s cock made my blood boil and I craved him further down my throat. I bobbed my head and teased him until he pulled me up just as I could feel his creamy and luscious cum beginning to rise. I pouted in disappointment, as if I were a child being denied her candy. He moved me over to the other side so that my body was positioned in the corner and got down onto his knees on the bus floor. I could feel his exhalation on my malleable thighs. His fingers slid underneath my satin thong and moved them aside as his beautiful mouth made its way towards my yearning throbbing pussy.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, concentrating on the flicker of his tongue across me and darting violently in and out of my vulva. He wavered around and over my G-spot, nearly driving me insane with pleasure. I felt his hands on my breasts under the flimsy fabric of my silk blouse. I smirked at my fortune in discovering such a fabulous lover. Ot felt as if he had extra hands, and all were on me, pleasing every sensitive part of my body. I reached down to stroke the back of his head and assure him that he was pleasing me. I opened my eyes and saw the woman who had been working so steadily on her laptop kneeling before me, one hand on my breast, and the other on Eric’s head, coaching him to explore me more deeply with his tongue. She was beautiful. Her long downy auburn tresses vexed her taught nipples. Her breasts were very full and firm and her eyes assured me there was nothing to fear but the limits of our three desires, soaring higher as each moment passed. I reached up and grasped the nape of her neck and pulle her towards me as her attentive fingers strained for the areas of my burning pussy that Eric wasn’t occupying.
They both worked me to climax, the most mind-blowing I had ever experienced. The woman whispered to me, cooing me tenderly with encouragement and working me into an even further frenzy with experienced hand. Eric had sat up and his cock was beaming towards my depths, begging entrance into my passionate cavern. I slid further down, and the woman lifted her skirt and straddled my face. I could smell her musky sweetness as she drew nearer. I positioned myself so that Eric had full view of what I was doing. I opened my mouth and swallowed her pussy, keeping it warm as my tongue darted and turned around her wanting pearl. I felt Eric’s manhood enter me, stretching the walls of my vagina and pressing towards the hilt. I saw him reach up and feel the woman’s breasts. His fingers kneaded the supple flesh until they were pink and firm. I saw her head lean back and she kissed him, lapping up the taste of me from his lips as if she was a hungry kitten, and my juices were milk.
I sucked loudly on her, keeping rhythm with Eric who was pounding me mercilessly into the seat. I felt the woman’s pearl grow to the hardness of a diamond and I licked brutally using all of the force I could muster with my inexperienced tongue. I could hear Eric begin to grunt wildly as he built towards the flood of his desire. I wondered if we were all going to cum in unison, and we did. The three of us panting and begging for release suddenly reached the point of no return and we let go, her on my face, he inside of me and my juices escaped to the base of his massive cock and dripped a trickle down his down covered balls.
We laid there a while, oblivious. My head was turned but still on the woman’s warmth. I could feel her cum tickling the inside of my throat. Eric leaned on her back, with one hand still on her breast, and he stayed inside of me, one hand on my breast.
When we had collected ourselves, we adjusted our clothing. I looked up and the bus was empty, except for the driver, who was still making his way down the busy city streets. The bus stopped at the next street and the woman looked down at us.
“This is my stop.” She said, gathering her purse and her laptop, “If you ever want to get together again, here’s my card.”
I took the tastefully designed card and looked at it. It was embellished with blue and yellow roses, and it read as follows:

Monica L. Kensington
CEO of Americorp
555-3333

“Thank you, Monica,” I said, looking at her lustfully the entire time, “We’ll definitely have to do that.”
She smiled and got off the bus. I gazed out the window to see where we were and saw that we were near Kensington Boulevard, a street named after our partner, not doubt. I had t get off at the next stop. I looked at Eric, who’s glassy-eyed gaze drunkenly looked up at mine.
“Here is my number,” I said, “call me the next time you need company on the bus.”
He laughed deep and hearty, and kissed me passionately.
The bus stopped and I got off and hurried to work. I didn’t really care how late I was. I walked in and my boss was waiting for me in my office.
“Sorry I’m late,” I managed, “you wouldn’t believe the morning I had.
My boss, Karen stood there. I waited for her to yell at me, maybe even fire me, but she just stood there.
“I received a call just ten minutes ago about you,” she said, staring at me, “the CEO of Americorp of all people.” She was calling me with her intent to recruit you. Karen stood there dumbfounded, with the most precious look of confusion on her face.
There was a knock at my office door and a voice called out. “Camille Michaels?”
“I’m Camille Michaels.” I said.
A courier approached me with an envelope. He handed it to me and held out a pen and a clipboard. “Sign here please.” He said.
I signed and looked at the embellished white envelope that was in my hands. I opened it slowly as Karen stared at me with curious eyes. Inside was a check for $100,000 dollars and a note which read:

Camille,
We need a woman with your talents to spearhead our ad campaign for our new tropical resorts for swingers. By cashing this check, you accept my offer. Your reservations are made and your flight to Rio de Janeiro leaves this afternoon. You can pick up your ticket at the airport. You have my number, call me if you need to talk it out. I realize you only have a few hours to think it over, and I am looking forward to a long, productive relationship between us.
Monica.

P.S. Eric is on the same flight, please, by all means, make him feel comfortable.

“I quit.” I said to Karen and turned on my heel.
Behind me I could here her stammering “but, but, but……” growing fainter as I left the office behind. I left all my shit in my office. I figured I could afford to replace it now. I always thought she was a bitch, but perhaps all Karen would have needed was a little friendly encouragement from me….. and my tongue.
I only had time to run directly to the airport. I hopped in the cab with sinful and extravagant thoughts in my head. There were thoughts of what had transpired in the bus, and delicious fantasies of tying Karen to her desk and whipping and licking her. Maybe I would buy a strap on with this cash. My mind drifted aimlessly from thought to thought as I prepared for my flight to Rio.

The end of Part one.
Part two is in my links on your right.
Please travel with Camille on the flight to Rio!