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After a club night had gone on longer than expected, it’d finished at around two am on a Saturday morning, I found myself stuck in the middle of a heaving Oxford Circus, dressed in a red mini wrap skirt and lavender white slinky top. My boots certainly weren’t made for walking on this particular night!I gazed over sadly at the closed tube station, knowing that waiting for it to open again was not an option. To top it all off, my phone battery was fried, so simply booking an uber home also wasn’t an option available to me.I was exhausted and already quite bored of Oxford Street so I reluctantly climbed aboard the N207 night bus to make my way home. I knew it’d take forever and the bus was literally packed, even at this time, but at least I was on my way. Plus I was starting to get some unwanted attention from the puke stained conveyor belt of nightly drunk men passing me by…I was happy to be on the bus!No room downstairs at all, so I slowly hauled my tired and slender body up the steps to the upper deck, hoping there would be more room. The side of my body bounced bonus veren siteler up against the rail of the stairs as the bus drove on. I let my tits simply rub up against the side of the handrail until I eventually made it upstairs…Top deck was also loaded, I quickly glanced right to the back and saw some free space, so I headed on down, clutching hold of the seat poles as I walked. The usual looks and head turns from the upper deck passengers as I passed on by, those that were still awake that is. I have to say that the unnatural beaming lights on the bus were hurting my eyes and making my headache. I just wanted to sleep all the way home.Sat on the back seat to the left was a couple, they looked slightly mismatched in terms of age, she was much younger than the man, but he was very good looking, even at this ridiculous time in the morning. They were both dressed as if they’d just come straight from the end of week office drink up, which they probably had.To the right side of the couple was a guy sat on his own, dressed in white bedava bahis shirts and black trousers. The young girl, who was tall, slim, and very pretty with high cheekbones that would be enough to make the cover girl on Vogue magazine feel envious, dressed in a tight short and very revealing black skirt and small white blouse that snuggled up nicely to her cleavage.They were all very drunk. I had no choice but to sit awkwardly in between them.You know that thing you find yourself doing sometimes when you turn your head just slightly and look out to the side from the corner of your eye, without turning your head completely to stare?I found myself doing just this as I sat on the back seat of the bus. As my head turned slightly to my left side, I saw the couple playing with each other. They were open mouth snogging, he was stroking her hair whilst whispering into her ear as she playfully flicked her head back. The man began to kiss her neck before taking a bite on her tiny ear lobe, it was both purposeful and passion-filled.I tried my best to deneme bonus ignore them as I was beyond tired. I placed my bag down on my lap and sat back to try and sleep.A short time later, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I could feel something touching my thighs…whatever it was kept moving up and down slowly, gently rubbing against my bare legs.I knew I had to open my eyes to see what was happening. As I did, I saw the couple to my left still having fun, but by now they were getting serious!The guy had his hard cock sticking straight out of his black trousers, it looked like a small tree stump standing bulging and as fully erect as it could be coming right out of his unbuttoned flies. He sat eating the girl’s nipples, by now her white blouse was completely ripped open, exposing her big juicy breasts, he juggled them around with both hands as he licked and sucked on her tits as if he were starving to death…It was certainly better than a kebab I thought to myself!The girl had her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, as she jerked it up and down whilst looking him in the eye. She had a ring on every single finger of that hand, I notice these small things. I thought about how that must have felt for him, with all that clunky jewellery rubbing against his blood filled pulsating penis, it must have felt amazing!

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