Interstate Innocense II

[b]”Run Danny, Run!”[/b]

We sat in that dark station for nearly an hour. I told Becky again and again how good her mouth had felt, and she never got tired of hearing it. While the bus sat at that station, I thought maybe my mouth would make her feel as good, and asked her if she thought so.

“Yes Danny, I bet it would. I would let you. . . you know, if you wanted to.” she said. “You’re the nicest boy I have ever met.”

I slowly pushed her back into the corner, against her pillows, and her legs fell open. I looked down at her nakedness. Some moonlight shown through our window and I saw it reflecting off thousands of little blond hairs on her chest and tummy. She looked so sexy! When I looked at her pussy, I saw more hair there. It was blond too, a little bit longer than the ones that covered her tummy, but not much. It was a little thicker there, and looked very very soft. I felt her with my hand again, touched her soft firm pussy lips, tugged on them as she ran her fingers through my hair, smiling wickedly at me.

“Kiss me down there Danny, I think I would really like that. Use your tongue on me. Use your lips on me. Stroke me with your fingers and nibble on me.”

Anything for my little Becky! I did as she asked, and she tasted real good too! I was kinda worried about how she would taste, but once I started, once I felt her response to my mouth, I just kept licking and kissing her little pussy all over. She held my head tightly, and moaned real quietly, which was a good thing, because the bus was almost silent now. I looked up, past her little belly button and saw her nipples were really hard.

I used one hand to pinch them. She shook when I did, and I felt a lot of goose bumps on her then. She clearly liked that. With my other hand, I spread her pussy wide and found that little nub I knew she liked me to touch. I think it became tougher for her to stay quite, cause she wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed me. I had a free hand still, so I tried to remember what else she liked, recalling I was doing something with it earlier. Slowly it came back to me, as I started to slide my fingers in and out of her pussy, just below the little nub I was licking.

“My ass too, Danny,” she groaned. Oh yeah, I remembered now. Her nipples had to take turns getting pinched, but I was able to slide fingers in and out of both her holes and lick her nub, but I could barely breath, she was squeezing me so hard. She told me I was doing real good. . . “Just like that,” she said. She told me to keep going, “Just like that and don’t never stop, ever.”

Ever! Can you believe that? I kept going just like I was, certain I was making her feel really good. All of a sudden, her pussy started to squirt me. Just a little for sure, and not gross at all. It wasn’t pee, I was sure of that! Cause the squirt tasted just like her pussy, warm and salty. And, as she pulled on my hair really hard, she whispered my name over and over. Finally, her legs fell open again, and I took a big deep breath.

When I went to lick her some more, she stopped me. She just held my face in her hands. I tried to stay still, but I did look at her pussy some more and it seemed her little pussy lips had swollen up some. I guess hers did that when she was getting pleased. When I looked up at her, she opened her eyes and looked at me like she was real shy. But when I gave her a big smile, she pulled me up to her face so she could give me a killer kiss.

She made us switch spots. I saw her stand up, her little dress bunched-up around her thin waist. She let me look at her naked for a few moments. She was so hot. Then she made me lean back into the corner and lay back against the pillows. She sat down and stretched her legs out, so her feet hung out into the aisle a bit, and rested her head on my chest, and looked up at me. I was glad because she looked comfortable laying there like that, looking right at me. And I had nothing to complain about. She held my hand again. She asked me a question too. One I could actually answer without getting embarrassed or ashamed.

“Will you tell me about your book again?” She asked sweetly, her blue eyes glowing in the soft moonlight, her blond hair spread over my lap.

“Yes, Becky.” I answered.