Ah, that girl...

It was a beautiful autumn, birds chirping, the wind already slightly cool. But the sun still spoils with its warmth, slightly stings the eyes and with its gentle rays warms the skin. The skin of my face, hands, and the beautiful, slender legs walking ahead. These legs step so gracefully, stirring my consciousness. The click of heels delights my hearing, they step elegantly as if on a runway. The skirt covers the discernible shapes of her hips, a thin waist and a denim short jacket perfectly complement this autumn look. Light hair softly falls below the shoulders and flutters in the wind... I wasn't keeping track of time, I was simply following this girl. Here she ran up the steps into the station hall,

and I turned towards my platform, those legs still moving before my eyes and the click of heels still audible in my ears.

I was traveling from my parents' place back to my own home, a twenty-four-hour journey. I settled near the window; the bus was half empty. Tomorrow I go straight from the ship to the ball, meaning straight to work. The bus started, and I kept looking for her. My heart was beating fast, I wanted one more time, one last... to see this lovely girl, to inhale her like a last breath of air. Having already lost hope and closing my eyes, I leaned back in the seat and, as if painting an oil painting — I sketched that square, leaves swirling in the wind, in my head her heels were still clicking and my ears caught the rustle of leaves. Ah, if only I had a canvas, a brush, and paints now... I would paint a picture. Undoubtedly, it would be a masterpiece! The bus stopped for a moment, the door quickly opened and then closed. I heard a soft female voice thanking the driver... which immediately complemented my sketch,

— Yes, she would suit it very well, here she is, the perfect woman...

I heard footsteps in the aisle, opened my eyes, and saw a fair-haired Goddess making her way with a bag to the back of the bus — it was her. My heart stopped, but then started beating like... a boy's, still green, inexperienced, slightly afraid to approach his first love. But gathering my strength, I still shot out:

— Allow me to help you, — and without waiting for an answer, and not really wanting to hear it, I stood up and almost snatched the bag from her..

— Umm... thank you, I guess — the girl answered, embarrassed.

And then we both froze, everything was too fast, both she and I were trying to digest what was happening. The first thing that came to my mind was to laugh quietly:

— Sorry if I scared you, my name is Evgeny.

— Elena, — she answered, a little embarrassed, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

— Are you traveling far?

People settled wherever it was convenient, trees fluttering with golden foliage flashed by outside the window. Her beautiful smile, green eyes, and pleasant voice... it was all like a fairy tale. It was too beautiful to be real. We talked a lot; it turned out she had come for the weekend for a friend's wedding, almost caught the bouquet. We kept talking and talking, it seemed we had known each other all our lives, knew this city inside and out... didn't notice how it got dark, everyone was already asleep. We fell asleep ourselves.

I woke up because the bus stopped at one of the roadside cafes, some people got off. Coming to my senses, I felt her warm breath on my neck, our hands were intertwined. Her knee shone so temptingly in the moonlight that I couldn't help but stroke it. My palm lay on it, tender and smooth, I carefully made a few circles over it. Her leg stirred. But then froze again. I leaned over and, burying my face in her hair, inhaled her scent. My palm moved up the top side of her leg to the edge of her skirt and stopped, having crept slightly under it. I felt her velvety skin, tender and warm, so alluring. Then I froze and didn't know what to do, as if afraid to scare away this moment... Then the bus jerked and started moving, my hand slipped under the skirt from the jolt:

— A sly move, — she said smiling, without opening her eyes.

— You're not asleep, for long?.. I wanted to remove my hand, but it seemed glued to her velvety skin.

— Long enough to understand how skillful your hands are, and she stroked my other hand.

I leaned over and kissed her, she seemed to resist but immediately responded, Soft and tender lips completely betrayed her. I embraced her, my hand already moved higher and was stroking her thigh, the other slid from her shoulder to her side and then cupped her breast. She bit my lip a little and pulled away, purring softly. And then pressed against me again. I unbuttoned her blouse and saw a beautiful small breast, she wasn't wearing a bra and I immediately took one of her nipples into my mouth. It responded to me by hardening and filling with more warmth. She began to breathe heavily. Her hand lay on my hair and started wandering there. My fingers already cupped the other nipple. And twisted it, they ran around its areola, spiraled up to its very tip and sharply grasped it, gently squeezing and twisting. From such actions she almost cried out but restrained herself and bit her lip. The other hand had already reached her panties, which were slightly damp, running my fingers around them up and down I moved them aside. She slid down a bit and spread her legs, bracing her knees against the front seat, giving me access. At the first touch to her pussy, she arched and pushed forward, touching her lips I teased them with the very tips of my fingers, she was getting more and more aroused. Now my palm lay completely on them and pressed firmly, moving slightly up and down over it. She started to sway her hips a little towards me and breathe heavily.

I rise up and kiss her gently, she looks at me with her burning eyes and one hand is already back on my cock. She squeezed it firmly at the base, slowly moving teasingly, the other descends and cups my scrotum, fondles my balls, kisses me gently. Plays with my tongue and descends lower, pulling back the foreskin she quickly licked the head, I shuddered from such a touch, and squeezed her breast, she immediately took the entire head into her mouth and with her tongue spiraled from the tip to the frenulum. Her hand began to squeeze tightly, descending down and slightly releasing, moving up. Her lips slid only over the head. The tender skin which was getting hotter, it swelled on her lips, they exchanged warmth, but then she pulls away, runs her tongue around the head, under the frenulum, up the seam to its very tip, pauses for a second, while her hand rises to the head and sharply descends down as deep as possible, letting it in. Lips press against fingers. Fingers reach the very base — thus my cock is completely enveloped by her, she squeezes it firmly and authoritatively, the hot cock slid along her tongue all the way to her throat and pressed against it, I pushed forward and she almost choked.

She froze, gently rolling my scrotum, began to rise. She completely enveloping it like a pump moved on it, the cock like a piston moved in her mouth, her tongue like a little snake treacherously sped up more and more. I moved my hips towards her lips. She accelerated, lips touched the head, the shaft, tightly squeezing it, taking it deep. Her hand accelerated the pace, it was like an extension of her lips, tightly squeezing it. It felt like it was about to explode inside her, it was hard, hot, and pulsing. And then on one of the thrusts, I squeezed her breast, with the other hand gripped the back of the seat, and throwing my head back released the first stream of hot seed, she seemed to expect it — deftly catching it she stopped on the head, pressing it firmly against her palate, and her fingers strongly gripping the shaft pumped it quickly. Stream after stream she caught, purring, squeezed my scrotum tightly and rolled my balls. Now I was thrashing in ecstasy in her hands. Making light, intuitive movements, everything swam in my head, heat covered my whole body, I went limp and relaxed. She pulled away, kissing my cock goodbye. Smiled gently and winked at me.

— What a sweet lollipop, this is my best trip ever.

— What sweet lips. — That's all I could squeeze out — You're simply lovely.

We sat like that, half-lying, for about five minutes, coming to our senses. Then somehow got dressed and, embracing, waited for the next stop — unfortunately, it was her station, we said goodbye with a tender kiss. Her fiancé was meeting her there. Watching their embrace from the window of the departing bus, I still felt her hot crotch on my hands, our lips frozen in a passionate kiss and my cock the tender and firm embrace of her velvety hands. For the first time in my life, I felt so light in my soul and heavy in my heart... Feelings mixed inside me, one covering another... at one moment I wanted to stop the bus and steal her, at another I wanted to cry because I wouldn't see her again...

That night I didn't sleep at all... I painted in my head, over and over, the picture of the girl walking on golden leaves, then her smile and gentle gaze with silky hair., now I'm painting how she stands on the platform with her fiancé and how the night, covering with its black wing, takes her away...