He Helped Me Cum To Love the Commute to Work
And he taught the college boy how to treat a woman, too
Oh god. I hope this new job was the right answer. Nerves bubbled up in my belly. I was on my way to my new position at the university. Personal assistant to the Dean, also a new hire. Excited and apprehensive, I jostled the woman behind me as the bus swayed from side to side.
My nipples rubbed against the man in front of me’s back when the overcrowded bus lurched, throwing me into him. I bit back a groan. He turned, smiling down at me.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I shivered, his whiskey-smooth voice stroking my pussy.
“Y-yes. I think so. Thanks.” I looked down, blushing when I saw his hard cock in his jeans.
One hand on my hip, he turned me and pulled me into him, muttering, “My name is Daniel. Can I touch you, sweetheart?”
I stared out the window and nodded, mumbling, “I’m Cora.”
Daniel slipped his other hand into my panties, his fingers gliding through the cream gushing from me.
“So wet.” Two fingers thrust into my cunt. His palm ground into my clit. Mouth open, I groaned, panting as my desire built inside me.
My eyes landed on the young man in the seat next to us. His gaze locked on the hand moving under my yoga pants, he licked his lips and rubbed at his crotch. He gulped back a moan and shifted his hips.
I pulsed my hips towards him, a flood of juices soaking my mysterious lover’s hand.
“You like him watching you, sweetheart?” His whispered words and the sound of his fingers squelching in and out of me splashed a wet spot onto the black lycra covering my pussy. A wet spot I felt dripping down my thighs. “Do you wish he was touching you?”
“Fuck.” The young man swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.
And suddenly I did wish the hot young man in front of me had his hands on me. I nodded, squeaked out an answer, and dropped my head onto Daniel’s shoulder.
“What’s your name, kid.” The young man lifted eyes darkened with lust and croaked out, “Ethan.”
“Well, Ethan,” Daniel’s fingers slowed, drawing my arousal up and rubbing my clit. “Stand up. Move a little closer to Cora, here.”
My eyes fluttered closed. Body quaked with an impending orgasm. Daniel kissed my neck. Bit my earlobe. Grabbed my tit. Squeezed it. Tweaked my nipples.
“Put your hand down her pants.” I shuddered as Ethan eased his hand past Daniel’s. “Go on,” Daniel moved his hand, placing Ethan’s fingers on my clit, “that’s her clit. You ever touched one before?”
Ethan shook his head, gentle fingers rubbing and circling my clit. I moaned. It felt so good. I pulsed my hips into his hand. Daniel banded his arm around my belly, holding me against the hard ridge of him digging into my ass.
“That’s it, kid. She likes that.” Ethan, half-a-head taller than me, looked down into my eyes.
His deep blue orbs widened as I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. Lips a hair from his, I whispered, “Put your fingers in me. Please.” I licked the seam of his lips, tongue shoving its way in and I kissed him.
Unsure, his hand glided through my slick pussy. He cursed again as his fingers dove into my soaked depths.
Daniel pinched my nipple. My soft inner walls clamped down on Ethan’s hand. Three of us clung to each other as the bus bumped and thumped along the road.
I was at the mercy of two men I barely knew. One stroked my most intimate parts and the other whispered the filthiest, sexiest things in my ear.
“Look at that truck driver, Cora. See him staring at you.” I opened my eyes, gasping when I noticed the delivery truck beside the bus. Both men in the front seat were watching Ethan stroke me off.
Lip between my teeth, I winked at them and wrapped my fingers around Ethan’s rock hard cock, stroking him through his sweatpants. The light changed and our audience was gone.
“Fuck, my stop is next.” Ethan could barely speak. I stroked faster. “Ohmigod. Oh… fuck… yesss!” His pants grew a wet spot under my hands. I grinned and leaned up to him as I squirted into his hand.
“Thank you, Ethan.” I kissed Ethan and ground myself into Daniel’s cock. “And thank you, Daniel.”
I waved at Ethan through the window winking and blowing him a kiss. He blushed, his hoodie held protectively over his crotch, and lifted a hand back.
“This next one is me, Daniel.” I kissed him next, gathered my things and headed off the bus.
A glance back into the vehicle, I waved at Daniel, giving him a smile and a nod as I ducked into the little coffee shop not far from the university to pick up my usual coffee and a danish.
I breathed in the fresh summer air as I walked across campus. Fall semester was set to begin in two weeks. The university was cutting it close, but the new dean, fresh from Carlton in Ottawa, started alongside me today.
A deep breath and I breezed into the outer office, placing my coffee and box of pastries onto my desk. The inner door opened and I turned to greet my new boss.
“Holy shit. Daniel?” The gorgeous older man who’d had his hands in my pussy a half hour before stared back at me.
“Hello, Cora. Nice and relaxed, I hope. Ready to start your first day?” His eyes moved to the door behind me. I turned when I heard the gasp of disbelief.
“Good morning, Ethan. I’m Dean Alexander and I’m looking forward to working with both of you.” Daniel opened the box I’d brought in and offered it to us. “Pastry?”
I looked from Ethan to Daniel to the pastries and swallowed hard. Two men, virtual strangers, who had brought me to several orgasms on the way to work, stared back at me. Laughter burbled up, bursting out in an explosion of giggles.
“Oh, yes. Thank you.” I took a deep and went for it. “So, do you two commute on the same bus every morning?”
