Her hand runs over his hard cock, feeling it twitch in her warm hands. She holds one hand tightly around the base of his shaft, starting to softly app...y pressure. His kiss becomes deeper at her touch, his cock swelling to full size. He can feel her other hand tracing small steps along the underside of his cock, almost tickling him, as her movements increase around his shaft. He has to touch her, his fingers pressing against her pussy lips and dipping inside, instantly rewarded with the feel of. She had the window display cleared of fresh items and replaced by potted ferns. A nice inviting green look. There was just the counter to clear and she would be off. That was done quickly enough. ‘Oh, water the ferns, then it’s all done.’ she reminded herself.Though God knows what she thought she was going to do for the evening. Three weeks past eighteen and still stung by a cheating college ex and feeling unattached. Her mum had maybe done her a favour getting her to help out at the shop a few. ‘I’m very glad you did too. I was finding it all so dreadfully boring.’ She lifted her head and looked at him, suddenly realizing something. ‘You’re a bit of a stranger here as well aren’t you? I thought you must be from the groom’s side, since I’ve never seen you before.’ He laughed softly at the misunderstanding and told her of his recent arrival in town, of his boss’s invitation, and of his own general tendency to be an introvert. ‘I’m not a hermit, by any means,’ he explained with a soft. The bus was groaning with each impact, and I began to wonder if its breaking apart might bring a mercifully quick end to this disaster. Anything interrupting this misery would be welcome; even an accident might be more comfortable. Sweat and dirt were stinging in my eyes, I had long since given up trying to dry my forehead as my sleeves were soaking wet, anyway.The bumping was bad. The view was shitty. The noise was grating on my nerves. The worst thing was the stench, though. To say that the.