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?Hi, sorry,? a female voice called from the aisle beside me, ?? Sorry!?It was late, I was tired from working my shift at the bar, and the last thing I needed was some drunk disturbing me on the bus home.I kept my eyes set firmly on the pages of my book until the voice spoke up again, ?Sorry, is this seat taken??The question was ridiculous ? of course, the seat wasn?t taken ? there were only five seats on the last bus occupied, not counting the driver, whose seat hopefully was taken.Giving up, I looked up from my novel and to the smiling University student standing waiting for my attention in the aisle of the bus. I wasn?t surprised that the voice belonged to an attractive late-teen/early-twenties girl; she and her three friends were the only other passengers heading out of town; like me, they?d spent their night in the Pub, they?d just been on the other side of the counter.It was too late for me to be interested in anything this girl ? well, OK, pretty girl ? had to say to me, but being rude just wasn?t in my nature.Given the hour, a little passive aggression could be forgiven though, ?Sure, I think that seat is free.?Without another word, the girl took the seat next to me in a slow and deliberate attempt to draw my eyes to her body; smoothing down her skirt was a nice touch because I found myself taking in her whole figure, even against the best of my intentions.I?d say she was a senior in University; under other circumstances, I?d likely have judged her as a graduate and probably wouldn?t have checked her ID if she came into my bar. The fact that she was in a group, all drunk and giggly girls, shaved those extra years and maturity from her appearance, which made me think twenty rather than twenty-five.Even wrapped up against the autumn cold, it was obvious that Şerifali Escort the girl was a sexy little thing. A little beret-style hat framed her straight, brunette, medium-length hair. The thick woolly jump she wore disguised her true figure, but there were bumps where you?d hope to see them, and I?d willingly be prepared to bet that she had a good figure, somewhere buried beneath those layers.All I could really see was her face, and there she was beautiful; a smile filled with emotion, pale white skin ? probably as much due to the cold as genetics ? with grey-blue eyes, which looked right into you, in a sexy unconscious way.Pretty or not, I was shattered from a twelve-hour shift and just wanted to get to the point, ?So, what?s up; I presume I don?t know you??It happened, when you worked the bar, strangers would approach you, missing the fact that you were paid to be polite to them while working and that faces in a busy bar all just blurred into one unless you were a long-time regular.I didn?t work in student pub ? having already served my time ? and if I?d ever seen this girl before, I?d no memory of her face. The girl was certainly pretty enough and had she been closer to my thirty years, I?d have made a point of remembering her, assuming we?d ever met, of course.?Is the book any good?? the girl asked.Honestly, the book wasn?t going to be memorable. Pretty girl interrupting or not, I doubt I could?ve told a paying audience what the novel was actually about.The relative quality of the book really wasn?t something I wanted to get into this late at night. ?Yeah, it?s alright,? I answered, keeping things simple.The girl just smiled back at me, her eyes fixed on the book in my lap. The gaze started to disconcert me ? a drunken Uni student Şerifali Escort Bayan staring at my crotch ? perhaps she really did want to talk about the book.Just for something to say, I asked, ?Do you like to read???Sometimes,? she answered, but it was clearly not the conversation that she wanted to have. Raising her eyes to my own ? hers swimming in and out of focus slightly ? she asked, ?I hate disturbing you like this, but I was wondering if you could do me a favour??Well, I didn?t smoke, so cigarettes weren?t available, and there was enough of a slur to the girl's words to stop me giving her alcohol ? even If I had some to give. A quick inventory of my person, and all I had on offer was a bag with my dirty work clothes in; it seemed unlikely she?d come over to offer to do my washing.?My friends dared me to come over here ? we?re playing Truth or Dare,? the girl went on, giggling loudly, for some reason I couldn?t fathom.Her three friends at the back of the bus heard her giggles and burst into much more raucous laughter.Well, I was older, but not old, especially when compared to a University student; I took a guess, clearly missing something, ?So, your friends dared you to come over and talk to a stranger on the bus??In the seat beside me, the girl?s giggles bubbled up and then boiled over into true laughter, ?What sort of dare would that be??Well, I was a stranger ? a strange man in fact ? this was the last bus, and while we weren?t in a major city, I thought it was still pretty daring coming over to me. Had our roles and genders been reversed, I wouldn?t have been comfortable doing it, even after a fun night out and a few pints.?OK,? I tried to smile, as much to settle my own confusion, as an attempt to play it cool, Escort Şerifali ?well, how I can help??She smiled and said, ?I have to bring the girls back some cum.??And?? but the words died, my brain losing access to the required level of oxygen needed to fully function, with the blood flow being redirected, by my libido, to parts further south.A pretty girl says cum? the body reacts? public bus or not.?So, I need some cum,? the girl went on, with a dirty look on her face.?And...? I stumbled again. I mean, even my cock could see where this was going, but my cognitive reasoning was struggling like hell to get with the programme.?You?re the only boy here, and I can?t ask the driver,? the girl pointed out, ?so it has to be you.?Well, you couldn?t fault logic like that. Or could you, what if there were cameras on the bus? ? or someone passing saw us through the window??Quick, hurry up,? the girl prompted me, taking the book from my lap and dropping it on the floor, ?we get off soon, and if I don?t have your cum, I?ll fail my dare.??OK,? I mean, the bus was empty apart from the driver, who was hopefully concentrating on the road, and the girl's friends. ?So, are you going to...??I wanted to say suck it but didn?t want to push my luck.?I?m not going to do anything. They dared me to get your cum before our stop but not to touch you.?My brain had caught up and cottoned onto the fact that I wasn?t getting a blowjob. The only place my disappointment wasn?t felt was in my cock. If the girl wasn?t even going to wank me off, I did have a question, ?Why should I help???Because I?m a bad girl, and you want to show me what a big cock you have,? she answered in a voice dripping with so much sex that the words bad girl seemed to pulse right through my body to my cock.It was a line, but a line I wanted to hear and gave me every excuse I needed ? fuck it ? why should I hold back; I unzipped and just pulled my cock out.The, so far permanent, giggle fell from the girl's voice. ?Ooh, nice cock,? she purred, ?It?s a shame I wasn?t dared to suck it; you?re more than a mouthful.?