We boarded the bus and I paid the clippie for two tickets to The Links, and then I
followed Mary up to the top deck.
Mary had sat herself right at the back, and as I joined her she hung onto me.
“I’m so excited,” she said, kissing me, and as we clung to each other, her hand slipped
down and I felt her caressing me.
“I dare you to get it out,” Mary said.
“What? Here? I don’t think so,” I told her.
“Scaredy cat,” she said grabbing at me, and my trousers were open before I knew it.
“All right, all right,” I said in a loud whisper, feeling at that moment the bus start
moving.
“Mind your head out of the way so I can watch the stairs.”
Mary ducked her head down to my lap. “See all right now?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said hoarsely, and she kissed my member on its head. I was flabbergasted. It
was only for about ten or fifteen seconds, but with the rocking of the bus I felt it bump
up against her teeth as she kissed and her lips closed around it. I groaned as Mary sat
up with that mischievous look on her face, giggling.
“The look on your face,” she said. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Cor! Bloody hell, Mary, of course I did, but on top of a bus?” I said, adjusting myself
as the bus came to a stop and passengers came clamouring up the stairs.
“It’s because we are on top of a bus that I wanted to do it,” Mary whispered. “I wanted
to know what it was like to be really naughty.”
“Phew! Naughty, risky, but bloody nice,” I told her.
“I know we have had this conversation before,” she said, still whispering because of the
other passengers. “I’ve just done that because I have always want to ever since I first
saw it, but do you think I’m oversexed? I always want to be doing these things to you.
It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”
“Can’t you?” I asked. “I’ve been like that ever since I met up with you again, and if
you feel that, you must know then how I feel.”
“Yes,” agreed Mary. “And you know why you can’t take liberties like I take, but you
haven’t answered my question.”
“I think you’re obsessed with the thought of being oversexed,” I told her. “If you’re
oversexed, then I must be as well, because I want it more often than you. As we’ve just
said, you haven’t given me a free hand as I’ve given you, but that does not stop me
wanting to do it four or five times a day. Anyway, how can we tell? You can only go by
what your mates in work say, and I don’t talk to anyone at all on that subject, so we
don’t know, do we? We’ve no yardstick to measure the difference by, have we?”
“A yardstick is no good to us,” Mary said. “That thing is at least a yard and a half.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I told her.
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