I sat close to my ex-boyfriend on the couch and started talking about our past – how good we were together, we shouldn’t have broken up etc. I cou...dn’t control myself any further so I just blankly kissed him again.He resisted for some time and said, “What are you doing, Fiona? We shouldn’t be kissing!” I said, “Shhhh, just enjoy. I am yours tonight so you will be mine. Let’s do that one thing we couldn’t do before we broke up!” and I kissed him again. This time my ex gave in.I got on top of. A final approach to orgasm was just ahead, a last lick on her clit, one more, a twinge, a small vibration away and then ...Nothing. She was alone, standing on the street breathing more heavily than she had ever imagined, but no orgasm. It was only seconds away, but nothing. NOTHING! She tried to move her hand down to her clit to get over the top but she could not. She still could not move.Dorothy opened her eyes. There, standing in front of her was the Wicked Bitch of the West LA. The Bitch. The bus came soon after. I had my seat in the back section. The journey was going to take five odd hours. The bus was quite empty, only 7 or 8 other travelers and the a/c was on despite the cold weather. I had snuggled under a blanket and fallen asleep by the time we had reached the outskirts of the city.Suddenly I felt something wet in my ear. And then a hand rubbing his semi hard cock through my denims. I woke up with a sharp intake of breath.A girl was sitting beside me and was licking my. This was a real woman, my girlfriend was nothing in comparison. I put the car in park under the shadow of concrete, and leaned back in my driver’s seat chair. ‘That was the hardest ride of my life. And from the looks of it, it was the hardest drive of yours.’ She of course was referencing my throbbing cock, which, while not massive by any means, was creating a noticeable pipeline in the upper thigh of my jeans. She seductively climbed over the center console of my car, her wide hips rotating.