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Dreams: On a Slow Bus to Work
Date: 3/14/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: guiltee, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories
I have seen his face in my dreams for weeks. If it wasn’t such a pleasure, it would have been a little scary. The face, belonged to a man on the bus. It was a kind face, well-groomed brown hair, even at silly o’clock in the morning. Eyes, I love looking at people’s eyes. His were green. He was always clean shaven. I wondered what he would like with a couple of days growth. We never spoke, not even an acknowledgment, as we trundled our merry way around the houses until we got to the final stop. I would go one way and he the other, and never the twain shall meet, until the next morning. Except in my dreams. That first time, indeed for a few times after, I just saw his face in my visions. They would sort of pop in and then pop out again. Now though, the face had kissed me. He had kissed my lips, my neck and even my nipples, not all on the same night, no it had been at different times. All this happened on the bus. There were no other passengers, just me and him next to each other as the gentle motion of the vehicle moved us to and fro. When I awoke the following morning they seemed so real. They also seemed so real somewhere else as well. I blushed the first time I realised that I had a wet dream. My thighs sticky wet with the conclusion of my naughty thoughts. Three nights ago things took a distinct turn. Whilst he was kissing the nape of my neck I reached across with my right hand and found what it sought. His bulge. The bulge that told me he was as excited as I was. I ...