I'd never really received much attention from men when I was younger. I wasn't the kind of girl that boys really looked at. Pale white skin, glasses, ...reckles, red curly hair and not the biggest of boobs either, not exactly what boys or young men wanted. Whilst I was going out with Nigel I was a 32B but after giving birth I'd grown to 34D, looking back I'd say this was one of the reasons why I started receiving a bit more attention. I'd gone from a skinny freckle faced curly headed girl to a. Feeling the stares of the rest of the passengers, Molly abruptly sat on the mans lap, holding her coat over her toned thighs trying to cover up a little. Someone turned the blues music up even more as she settled in.With a jerk, the bus began to move. The black stranger did not make a sound, which was OK for her. She did not want to have any meaningful conversations with anyone at this point. As the bus rolled down the street, she moved around on the mans lap, unable to keep from grinding into. "Peter was dressed casually in jeans and check shirt. Black slip-onshoes on bare feet. His shirt was open revealing and forest of thickblack chest hair. A heavy gold chain hung round his neck.The lay-out of his apartment was the same as mine but decorated in anunashamedly masculine style. There were lots of browns, leathers, heavyfurniture, and bare wood floors. Sporting paraphernalia were dottedabout; a fishing rod propped in a corner, a gun case on a side-table, arugby ball and a cricket bat. My mouth was a gape and my eyes flickered, like I was on some party drug.It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite wall. I had my hand on his throat and another on his cock. He stared at me, puzzled at first.He relaxed once I lowered myself and squatted down. I think he knew what I was up too.I opened my mouth and placed his cock inside my mouth. “Mmmh, mmmh,” I went about my business of sucking him.He caressed my hair. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a little.