I Think I`m Done with the Sofa
I Think I`m Done with the Hall
I Think I`m Done with the Kitchen Table, Baby.
« outside »George Michael
/a humorous story with an erotic tint in the same part with the prologue and epilogue/
PROLOGUE
Nikita slowly wandered along the street, constantly throwing the views on others, which in turn, who were in turn, answered him either a playful smile or an absolutely indifferent expression on his face. He liked the first more, but for some reason there was less often. Lately he was continuously in the search, however, he himself did not understand this. In his mind, the images, images of naked female bodies, their genitals and other exciting moments:
Now he was no longer sulking on the classmate of Max for not giving him a porn, in abundance, which was available at the second house. At present, Nikita has discovered such a wonderful thing as his own imagination. Now she did not let him get bored, she continuously fidgeted him, not letting him outside herself. And again, beautiful female images, naked flesh and endless sea of pleasure:
Part one and only
Being immersed, in his erotic dreams, Nikita did not even notice how the bus had just entered. He hastened to get comfortable in one of the empty seats and immediately thought about how, when he got to the house, he would do his favorite thing.
Recently, this, with permission to say, adored occupation for him was reading the erotic waste paper of famous foreign authors. In his friendly circle, this was considered a fashionable one. And now he introduced himself, sitting in a cozy chair and holding in one hand a fresh issue of some « only for men », and in the other, you yourself understand that …Suddenly, the dreams of our hero interrupted the unknown controller from where the controller, demanding to present tickets for travel.
Nikita slowly pulled out his wallet from his pocket, gently turned it around and put this crazy aunt in the face with this crazy aunt. She, apparently, without expecting such a turn during the events, made a terrible face and hastened to retire to her next potential victim.
From nothing to do, our hero turned his neck towards the window and immediately observed how the bus drove his stop. But Nikita did not attach any significance to this, he was now worried about something else: how to get acquainted with that charming blonde who, apparently, recently entered:
The first thing that attracted Nikita in her was her slender, long legs and charming, just a nice ass. The girl was dressed in black leather trousers, which tightly tightened her stunning body, revealing all those hills that were mentioned above. As it seemed to Nikita, such an appetizing sight could reduce any, even very humble person crazy. And bright, apparently dyed hair fell freely on her shoulders, giving the girl some shades of emancipation and ease. Thoughts, or rather a bunch of thoughts visited our hero, from which, as always, the salivation increased.
Swallowing saliva, and not spitting on the floor, as he would do before, Nikita decided to speak with this beautiful special. While he was pretending to be the approximate course of the conversation, giving everything « for »and « against », the bus managed to moor on the next stop and …
…swallow a new portion of people, a decent portion. If before that it was possible to walk in public transport before, now a dense motley crowd was breathing intensively throughout the bus. Nikita for a moment lost his passion from sight and again found it, still standing with his back, already a little further.
«?!», – our lustful hero said bitterly in his voice, losing all hope for acquaintance. Now, only some completely unexpected pensionaries stood nearby, and besides, they grumbled about their own: about immoral youth, obviously hinting at Nikita;About how they rushed around all day and now tired, obviously hinting that Nikita gave way to them, but he did not even think. At this time, he tried to figure out what to do next: «? But what about the old women? Ah, fak with them!».
« girl, here the place was freed: », – Nikita shouted through the crowd, standing up. Several people, though the female gender, turned in his direction, but not she. It seems that this girl was generally busy with something of her, thought about something of her own, and everything that was happening did not concern.
«?!», – our reddened hero said with bitterness in his voice when he realized that he could not achieve anything. « it remains only to wait until it comes out!», – slipped in Nikita’s head, and he hurried to sit back with relief.
«?!»,-again with an bitterness in the voice, our already angry hero, because some lustful grandmother with bags tried to take his place.
Ten seconds later, Nikita was again conveniently located on a soft bus chair, he just knew how to persuade people well.
With sadness in his heart and with a frustrated expression, our hero turned his head to the window: on the deserted streets lit by lanterns, a small rain was already drizzling, it was already getting dark:
Nikita could not throw out that young person from his head, which still stood somewhere in this stuffy and dirty bus. He tried to mentally take off her clothes, twisted her in front of his eyes: imagination is a great thing! After a short period of time, our hero felt a slight tension in the field of his male affiliation. He carefully unbuttoned the fly, having previously turned his whole body to the window (from unnecessary glances), lowered his underpants and released his beast outside, covering it with his left hand. Fantasies continued to pour into his head: the girl was already standing in front of him in the same silk blue panties, he erotically drove one hand along her round ass, and the other hand rushed between elastic tiny breasts. On this thought, Nikita felt that his harpoon had finally straightened up and patiently expected subsequent manipulations.
The most interesting thing is that the place of action of the fantasies of our hero was the dirty bus in which he was driving. Now Nikita slowly pulled off the panties, enjoying his eyes opening in front. Mentally his trembling hand headed right into the wet crotch, where his fingers, touching the labia, fidgeted the clitoris. Nikita’s breathing became noticeably more frequent, his little slave demanded actions. Gently clasping his hand, our hero began repeating movements in the direction back-forth. It is possible that one of the passengers noticed this, but Nikita was no longer up to them. He presented how the girl stood up in front of him, bent down, and he slowly introduced his warrior to her vagina. The hand worked faster, and fantasies became more and more hot. Now his Torchka worked at the lady in his mouth, and Nikita imagined how his new passion skillfully wielded his tongue and lips. In the same position, he did not linger for a long time and with pleasure switched to another, more sophisticated.
Two minutes later, our hero felt that the time of bliss was already close, but he was not going to stop. After another ten seconds, the clots of warm white liquid with an arrow flew out onto the wall of the bus. After four such eruptions, Nikita sighed in relief and immediately came to his senses. He looked around the cabin frantically, but it seems no one noticed anything. Having shook off the last drops to the floor from the pipis, he gently put it back in his underpants and fastened it with the fly. Having taken out a piece of paper from his pocket, he tried to quietly wip out the resulting section of the wall.
When all the consequences were eliminated, Nikita tried to find the heroine of his recent dreams. He noticed that the salon was much empty, and everyone who remained, including her, stood at the door. Apparently, the bus was approaching the end station.
Nikita got up and took a few steps towards the nearest doors. Now he stood to the left of the girl, and the last thing he wanted to do was to see her face. Our hero neatly shouted in his hand in an acting, thereby trying to attract attention, and, oddly enough, he did it: the girl turned her head for a moment. Nikita frantically swallowed as much air as possible and grabbed the handrail:
«?»,-our hero said almost to himself a few seconds later, trying to give what he saw at least some logical explanation. Meanwhile, the bus smoothly slowed down at the last stop, and people, taking out umbrellas on the move, leaving him slowly. After waiting for everyone to go out, including his recent passion, Nikita flew out of this, as it seemed to him then, a robbed vehicle.
Somewhere a hundred meters from the stop, our hero slowed down, leaving himself the opportunity to catch his breath and once again analyze everything that happened in his head:
EPILOGUE
Nikita slowly wandered along the street, constantly throwing the views on others, which in turn, who were in turn, answered him either a playful smile or an absolutely indifferent expression on his face. He liked the first more, but for some reason there was less often. Lately he was continuously in the search, however, he himself did not understand this. In his mind, the images, images of naked male bodies, their genitals and other exciting moments were constantly hung up:
END
H. S. All coincidences of events and persons are absolutely random. The story has a purely humorous and philosophical character and is not intended to infringe on anyone’s addictions and views. The author expresses sincere gratitude to a person named Georgios Kirasos Panayota, listening to whose songs he was engaged while writing his work. Perhaps it was they who influenced the fate of the hero and the general plan of the story.
H. H. S. How many might think, this story is not at all about how the guy mastered on the bus. Under such a peculiar width of obscenity, one of the deepest moral problems of modernity is hidden. With this work, the author did not try to challenge her or find a solution at all, I repeat once again: the purpose of the story is to bring to the reader an entertaining story to some extent.
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