Author: CorpseUnder
Hi everyone. Kath here again, with a brand new story to share. This one happened a few months after my little episode with Len.
It was around early May. I went back to our province then, because school was over and I literally have no more classes since I’m graduating. Haha.
Anyway, I digress. So yeah, I went home for the summer, and being the only one in my family residing in Manila at the time, I had to go home alone. I’d ask Seph to come with me but he’s got a lot of stuff to do at school and with his family and I’d rather not get in the way. That’s how relationships work. It’s all about respect and honesty and communication.
But I haven’t been completely honest with him. You see, I didn’t confess about me and my ex. I chose to forget about it. I mean, what’s the point of telling him that I fucked him, right? I’d just end up hurting him and, ugh. You get my point.
Moving on.
So there I was, riding the bus down south like I do every summer. And since I was going home anyway, I brought only my personal belongings. My cell, charger, a couple of nice clothes, underwear, makeup. The works. It was still the first leg of the journey, and the afternoon sun has started to set.
Around 7pm, our bus pulled at a stop so we can refresh ourselves and maybe get something to eat. When I got off the bus, I saw one of the passengers give me a sort of sleazy look. You know, bottom to top kind of thing. I was sort of used to it anyway. Besides, with the way I dressed I was sort of expecting some guys to check me out, hehe. I had just a grey shirt and a white pair of short on, and a pink hoodie to cover it all up. I wore my white Nike sneakers to complete the look.
So I went to the restroom and relieved myself, and I swore I felt the man’s gaze follow me. When I got out, I didn’t see him anymore. I went to buy some bread and a bottle of water (gotta stay hydrated!) from the convenience store, and stowed the bottle into my bag while I munched on my food.
A couple of minutes pass and we were signaled by our bus driver to come back into the bus so we can resume the trip. I went in and took a window seat near the back of the bus. It started to fill up when a man sat down on the seat beside me. Thinking it rude to directly stare at the person, I just looked at the reflection on the window. My heart skipped a beat.
It was the old man who sized me up a while ago. “Fuck”, I thought to myself. “Why’d he have to sit beside me?”
The bus plodded on, deep into the night. I had my earphones on, blasting DAOKO, and was slowly dozing off. That’s when I felt his hand against my thigh.
It was a slight thing. His knuckles brushed against me and shook along with the movements of the bus. You wouldn’t notice it if you hadn’t payed attention. A few moments later I felt his hand move up and land on my thigh. That’s when I realized how big his hands were. His thumb squeezed on the outer side of my thigh and his fingers wrapped into my inner thigh.
I closed up my legs when he did it and his hand retracted back, but still rested on top of my bare thigh. That’s when he started rubbing it up and down. I can feel the callouses on his palm as he slowly glided over my skin. And for a reason I can’t answer, I started getting horny. I felt hot all over, and my breathing became heavier and heavier. And I know I’m getting wet down there.
As he groped me more and more, I constantly feel his fingers dig in between my legs, as if trying to open them up and expose my wetness. I faked my sleepiness to see how far he would go.
And far he did go. Due to me being horny with his touches, I slowly spread my legs. Just a little bit, a small signal for him to continue exploring. His fingers slid down between my thighs and up against my crotch. A sharp, involuntary gasp went out of my lips, barely audible over the din of the bus’ engines. I could have sworn he can feel my wetness already.
“Tangina, basang basa ka na ah.” I heard him say. His voice was smooth, gravely, and deep. Not at all what I expected from someone like him.
He started rubbing my slit through my shorts. Slowly and lightly at first. I felt a little teased by the act. A few seconds later his fingers press deeper and rub faster. I felt like I could moan right then and there. It felt so good and thrilling being touched by a stranger in a bus. And for some unfathomable reason, I was moving against his hand, desperately wanting to be touched more. To be felt more.
Suddenly he stopped. I stopped moving as well. He pulled off his hand. I thought it was over until I heard the sound of a zipper being opened, and felt my hand being lifted and pulled somewhere. Then I felt his dick. He wrapped my fingers around it and made me jerk him off. His shaft was thick and veiny. It was long; half of it extended past my hand when I gripped the base of his dick.
“Jakulin mo ‘ko. Alam ko gising kang puta ka.” I was surprised when he whispered into my ear. He knew? “Buksan mo yung jacket mo at itaas mo sando mo.”
I did as I was told. My free hand unzipped my hoodie and lifted up my sando, exposing my breastes and erect nipples to the cold air of the bus. My other hand was jacking him off.
The old man had his hand on my belly now. He slowly slid down and slipped it into my shorts, and my underwear. He felt around for a bit, and I moved forward so he can gain better access to my dripping pussy. His fingers probed my crotch until he felt my clit. A flick here and there sent electrifying signals coursing through my body. Waves upon waves of lust traveling through every fiber of my being. It took all my strength not to moan in the bus.
His other hand reached around and groped my breasts. He pinched my sensitive nipples and I let out a sharp gasp. I stuck my fist into my mouth in a fairly effective effort of silencing myself. He was squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples.
The stranger’s fingers reached deep and slowly entered me. One finger, and then two. Until finally three of his fingers slid in. I can feel my wetness soaking up in my underwear and on his hands. He started fingering me and as he did, I quickened my hand on his thick penis. We were practically fucking each other with our hands now.
A few moments later he let go of me and pulled my head down to his crotch. I knew what he meant and slid his cock into my mouth; his big bag shielding the lewdness of our act from the eyes of the other passengers (the lights were turned off near the back, by the way). Due to the crampness of the situation I wasn’t able to play with his dick using my tongue so I just bobbed up and down on his dick. Just a few seconds later I could already taste the familiar saltiness of his semen, and soon enough, jets of cum shot out of his penis and went straight into my throat. The man held my head down as he grunted and I was forced to swallow all of it.
He soon let my head go and I was able to sit up properly. I looked around a bit while I fixed my clothes and my hair and saw that everyone else was still sleeping. Including the man I blowed.
“Hah, I guess he is still an old man after all,” I thought to myself. I pulled my handkerchief out and wiped the cum off my mouth and leaned back in my seat. “That was fun.”
Soon after I was dozing on and off during the entire trip. And during the times when I awoke I was sure I could feel hands touching my pussy and my bare breasts. I also heard the click of a camera, but I can’t be too sure.
When I awoke around 2 am, the man was gone. I immediately checked my stuff to see if something’s missing, but to my huge comfort, everything’s still there. People were stirring and and I noticed a few of the seats were empty as well. I looked out the window and realized we’ve already reached the bus terminal and my stop.
I gathered myself and stood up, walking past others who were already reaching for their stuff from the compartments. As soon as I got down from the bus, pedicab drivers were already hollering at us. I flagged one up and sat in his cab. I’m pretty sure he also stared at me from head to toe but like I said, it’s expected.
“Kamusta naman naman ang byahe mo, ne?” The driver was attempting conversation. Who wouldn’t wanna talk to someone like me?
“Okay naman, medyo bumpy nga lang po.” I replied, adding a little giggle at the end.
“Bampi? Haha. Edi maalog ano?”
“Yeah, kainis nga eh. Nakakahilo tuloy. Sige po kuya para po.” I pulled out a 20-peso bill from my wallet and offered it to the man.
“Nako wag na po, maisakay lang kita okay na yon!” Said the driver. I winked at him and gave him a little smile and said thanks. He biked off looking very pleased with himself.
I walked the couple of blocks to our house and thankfully, the streets were rather empty already. At last, I reached our home. It was a modest house. Not too big and certainly not small. It was walled, with a garage as well. Dad’s van was parked in the garage, as well as the bike I used to ride. I ringed the doorbell and lights lit up inside the house.
“Hayyy, anak. Bakit naman gabing gabi ka na?” my mom fussed around, helping me with my stuff as she ushered me into the house.
“Well alam mo naman ngayon ma, sobrang trapik na sa *LEX. Ano po magagawa natin?” I said, shrugging.
“Well, atleast nakauwi ka na. Sige, baka pagod ka sa byahe. Matulog ka na sa room mo, nakahanda na yun luma mong kwarto.”
My old room. Nothing changed besides the… Well, nothing. Except the bed, it’s bigger now. I locked the door behind me and pulled off my clothes. Moonlight shone through the single window, and I noticed that a new house was built beside our own.
“Must be a new neighbor,” I muttered to myself.
I layed on the bed wearing my underwear and fell into a deep sleep.
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