The Night Bus

By Ariel Bruhl

On the top floor of the Night Bus, Hannah is waiting. She’s never done anything like this before, and she’s very nervous. Maybe she’ll change her mind. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to take the Night Bus after all - even though she’s gone to such trouble of wearing the tight white t-shirt, short plaid skirt, black stockings – and neglecting to put on any underwear. But then the Night Bus stops and collects some passengers: four good-looking, excitable young men on their way back from the pub. And now Hannah must make a choice. Is she really going to allow all of them to climb aboard? Or will she let the opportunity pass her by?

The Night Bus is another erotic, explicit, illicit tale from Ariel Bruhl. This short story is most definitely 18+ and certainly NSFW. But is most decidedly raunchy, and racy, and full of naughty sex. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Bruhl
• Release date: Feb 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005556617

Ariel Bruhl

Hi! I’m Ariel Bruhl, Your Naughty Neighborhood Smut Writer with Tales to Excite & Provoke.I Hope You'll Enjoy All The Filthy Fantasies I Have on Offer Here.But Have a Care!Everything I Scribble is Definitely 18+, NSFW, & Designed to Get You Hot Under the Collar From the Start!

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It was hot on the top deck of the night bus, despite the time of the year, and Hannah was already perspiring. The driver had turned the heaters up and there was a sultry breeze running down the aisle. But Hannah welcomed it. If she was lucky, and things went as she hoped, she would appreciate the warmth as the evening wore on, as well as the privacy amongst all these empty seats. Not that she was shy particularly – although she was very nervous. Rather, the lower floor was simply not practical. Up here she could be freer. Indulge in whatever whim sprang to mind. Which she intended to do if given the chance.

The bus swung around a corner and onto another dark road lined with trees. Spread out on the long back seat of the bus, Hannah turned and watched the streets go by through the back window. Everywhere looked quiet. There didn’t seem like there was a soul abroad. Not surprising given the hour. But it would be a great shame if all her effort came to nothing, which drew her attention to her ghostly reflection staring back at her in the dark glass. Idly she began to fuss with her dyed blonde curls and wondered if her make-up was a little too bold. She’d chosen such a dark red lipstick it was almost black, and a thick smoky eyeliner that made her blue eyes pop – or so she’d been told. But as soon as the worry surfaced, she chided herself for being silly. While she was huddled in a long, green parka, covering up most of her body to her knees, beneath she was wearing just a skimpy white T-shirt, a pair of black stockings, and a red plaid skirt that barely covered her behind. Subtlety was not the order of the day. If this was going to work, she would need to be direct. And daubing her little finger against the corner of her mouth to correct an imagined imperfection, she turned back from the window and crossed her legs, dangling a boot back and forth