Waiting for the School Bus

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Waiting for the School BusWaiting for the School Bus———-Well, it was that time again; school had started today. I had helped my little sister Ashley get on the bus this morning, and was sitting in the little bus stop that dad had built next to the road for us girls. It had a roof and walls, to keep us dry and out of the weather no matter how bad, it might get. I sat anxiously awaiting her bus to arrive, and hopefully, she would get off the bus; Ashley was not the sharpest tool in the shed, and often was overwhelmed by too many details, like remembering what her bus number was. I had walked down very early, happy to take a bit of a break from my normal work. I was wearing what I considered my normal work clothing, a loose button down blouse, short blue jean shorts and my cowgirl boots. I had pulled my hair up and tied it with my neck scarf on top of my head in a bun. As I looked down the roadway for the bus, I saw a car driving very slowly toward me. The sun was behind the car, so my vision was a bit blurred. I held my hand up over my eyes illegal bahis siteleri to shade the sunlight as the car drew up next to me and stopped.”Hello, can you help me? I seem to have gotten lost, and don’t know exactly where I am,” the man spoke. At first glance, he had salt-and-pepper colored hair, probably about 50 or so years old, with a pull over shirt of blue and golf logos on the sleeves and pocket.I stepped closer to the car, and he appeared to be fumbling with something in his lap, I thought perhaps it was a map or something that he was going to show me to try to help him figure where he was. As I leaned down to peer into the car, in typical fashion, my top gaped open widely exposing my breasts and nipples. He smiled seeing them and his hand continued to move. Indeed, there was a map spread out there. He had a hold on one corner of the map, the side closest to me, and he lifted it for me to take a look.It was then that I realized that his pants were down around his knees and the movement of his hand was him jacking bedava bonus veren siteler himself with the map covering himself. He continued lifting the map up further exposing his cock to my eyes. I giggled and smiled, acting like I had not seen him jerking off, leaned further into the car, and started pointing at the map in various places, pushing the map down so that my fingertips were touching his cock thru the map. The look on his face was priceless as I took my finger and started on one side of the point nearest his cock, and traced the roadway over the tip and down to the other side, telling him that might be the best way to go, but I was not totally sure if it was or not.Reaching in, I grabbed the map, and folded it in two and put it back into his hand, but this time, it no longer hid his cock and jerking hand from my sight. As he took it from my hands, I put my hands on the jacking hand, and ran it back and forth along his wrist and onto the back of his hand, as he continued him movements. I looked yatırımsız deneme bonusu at his eyes and asked just exactly how much help did he really need. He looked pleadingly at me and said he really needed just a little bit more help if I would not mind helping him more. I smiled widely and moved his hand from his cock and replaced it with mine, and started stroking him up and down slowly with one hand, as I pulled his face into my chest between my breasts. Needing no more encouragement, his lips found my nipples and began suckling back and forth on them with his hands cupping both breasts tightly, lifting the nipples to his mouth. My fingers clasped him tightly and I felt the drips of his pre-cum slip down on my knuckles. I began to jerk him quicker and quicker feeling his rump began to rise up and down with my strokes. It was not long and I felt him stiffen, his rump rose up high and several huge squirts of come erupted from his cock, hitting his dashboard, the steering wheel and all over his dropped down drawers. I continued jacking him until no more cum was dribbling from his cock. I took my hand and wiped the mess that was there on his golf shirt and stepped back from the car. Waving at him from inside the bus stop building, he drove down the road just as Ashley’s bus rolled around the corner into sight. My timing was impeccable.

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