Banged At The Back Of His Bus : First Timers 18 (Virgin Erotica First Time Sex May December Erotica Breeding Erotica): First Timers, #18

By Tori Westwood

"Horny, virgin women are the just the worst!"  At least that's what I imagine the bus-driver is thinking when he gets to the end of his route and his frisky regular passenger is pining for her first-time session, right then and there at the back of his bus.

I've seen him watching me and I know he can't resist—even if he is over twice my age.  Give in to your urges, Mr. Franklin, and put it inside me.  I want to feel you burst!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Jul 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393204831

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Pull it out for me, I urged, not yet comfortable with tackling his belt and pants myself.

He didn’t need a second invitation.  Soon I was marveling at his hands as they hastily unfastened his belt and popped open the button of his pants.

Keep the shirt on, I said, thinking aloud.  I like it.

He smirked and opened his pants wide.  Come and get it, he said.

I stared down at his shirt that sat in front of his boxer-shorts and swallowed nervously.  My hand hovered forward as though caught in a weak tractor beam of destiny.  I had no plans of wavering, but I wanted to tease him and myself just that little bit longer.

Good girl, he said, watching down in wait.

I reached under his shirt and found the tight waist of his boxer-shorts, putting my nails over the elastic that held close around him.  He let out a breath as my fingers pushed down through the coarse hair that lay inside.  It became thicker as I descended and then I touched it—that thick, forbidden length of his, hard all because of me.

Oh, Harriet, he breathed, throwing his head back and sighing to the ceiling.  It was as though his wife hadn’t touched him in weeks.  Who knows: maybe she hadn’t.

I became more confident as his pleasure became apparent.  My hand moved downwards more purposefully and his boxer-shorts moved with them until I’d wrapped my first around him.

My fingers struggled to meet my thumb and when I pulled him out over the top of his underwear I let out a gasp of excitement at just how big he was.

Fuck, I hushed, jerking my hand slowly and watching his dick move under my command.

Like it? he asked, and when I looked up he was staring down and smirking.

I smiled but my face quickly returned to one of impressed shock.  It’s so big!

Mr. Franklin laughed.  You’re not backing out now, are you?

No, I answered quickly.  No way.

As if to prove it I tossed my hair behind my