The squealing windscreen wipers on the bus, slightly out of sync, one completing seven cycles to the other's six. Condensation streaking down my windo..., collecting in the rubber seal then sloshing out whenever the bus slowed, accelerated or stopped. I was cold, my polyester cardigan, short cotton dress, insignificant shoes and soggy tights no protection against the autumn's chill. Squeezing his hand, I rested my cheek against his shoulder, savouring his heat where the narrow velour seat pressed. He stepped back and ran his hands over the swell of her ass. She was so hot. It had only been two weeks and he had fucked her near a dozen times. Geri the most, the girls all about the same. His hormones and his excitement were nowhere near slowing down. How could he pass up such energy?She hopped and wiggled as he smeared her with the lubricant. It was cool, but it felt much colder. He warmed her up, rubbing and circling as he pressed fingers into her.“You’re getting firmer. You’ve been. "Dave shrugged and did as she requested, patiently waiting while he heard her moved around. Then he heard the sound of a guitar solo, and the scent of mild incense filled the air."I'm climbing on the bed now," Veronica warned, and Dave soon felt a shift as her weight joined his on the bed. Seconds later, a warm towel was draped over his butt, and immediately after that her warm, oily hands began to slide across his muscles, tracing patterns and putting pressure in ways that made him want to. She bit down on my tongue once she had coaxed it into her mouth. She broke the painful kiss and pushed me away. She slapped my face and slid her hand over my chest. The sly grin on her lips and the fire in her eyes multiplied my need to hurt her, tenfold. She grabbed my tie and pulled me to close her naked body. Her lips parted as she lunged at my mouth with a base, primal urgency. She breathed her fire into my mouth. I tore off my clothes as I fueled my lust with her soft, eager mouth. Amber.