I’m 5ft 6 inches, slim, a size 10. I have a chest size of 34c, a flat stomach and long legs. Many say my best feature is my ass. I have a bit of a bubble butt. I love my ass. I like to accentuate it and show it off. So on this particular day, after much deliberation, in addition to a tight fitting Under Armour all weather sports top, I decided to wear long tight fitting leggings. They accentuated my ass. I dispensed with both bra and panties.

It had been a long time since my first foray on to the Bristol bus network looking for thrills. I would take a seat upstairs in the late morning timeframe where the rush hour had finished, and the bus was mainly full of older men and women on shopping trips. It was the older men I was looking for.

At some point in the day after riding buses around the network, I would find myself alone with an older man and my flirting would begin. With various degrees of success, the thought of these trips and escapades used to send a huge thrill through my body, despite the obvious danger of it, I looked forward to them and masturbated constantly the evening and morning before to ensure I was in the right frame of mind to, literally, fuck anybody.

Times had changed and I found myself waiting at a bus stop with younger Asian or black men. As this was not my target audience, I felt immediately uncomfortable. Usually enjoying the eyes all over my body I was instead feeling vulnerable and maybe in some danger. I had made a lot of effort to ensure I attracted the attention of the opposite sex. Carefully applied make-up, neatly blow dried and straightened hair, expensive perfume, waxed completely and wearing long leggings, my ass begged for attention.

And I got it.

Usually, the thought of any man slipping his hand inside my panties and letting his middle finger slide up inside me sends me into a frenzy of thrills and ideas, but this morning the attention of the bus stop was not what I was looking for.

When the bus arrived, I had a decision to make, to get on or walk away. The men on the bus stop all jumped on (no chivalry there then!) and after some deliberation I decided to get on, although I stayed downstairs, close to the driver. An older man of around 60, short with grey hair and clean shaved, he was cute.

We exchanged pleasantries and I told him that I was going into the town centre and meeting a friend, maybe coming back again, so I purchased an all-day ticket which meant I could ride buses all day for free. I jokingly said to the driver that maybe I would just stay on his bus all day and keep him company. He laughed and stared me up and down. I enjoyed it.

The guys from the bus stop had all charged upstairs, chanting and shouting, the bus driver rolled his eyes and warned me to be careful of them.

As he drove, I sat a few seats behind and eventually the bus emptied, the rowdy group from upstairs came downstairs and started to make fun of the driver, stealing his sandwich box. He asked them to leave and they taunted him more, taking his hat and throwing his sandwiches out of the window.

I stood and asked them to leave him alone. Their attention soon turned to me.

“What’s it got to do with you sweetheart?” one of the Asian guys asked.

“I don’t understand why you would pick on an older man who is just working hard and taking you on your bus journey,” I responded. “Perhaps you should show him a bit more respect, he is working hard,” I concluded.

“Whoo, lady wants some daddy cock!” one of the group shouted, they all laughed and jeered at me.

They pressed the bell about 15 times and the driver stopped the bus and opened the door.

“Come with us baby, we’ll show you a good time,” one of them shouted, grabbing his cock.

“Come get some real cock baby, you know you love the BBC,” another shouted.

They all jumped off the bus laughing and jeering, holding their crotches and flicking their tongues at me. I ignored them, fortunately they got off and ran down the street, the driver pulled away.

“You didn’t need to get involved there love, it’s never worth it,” the driver said to me.

“Well, I didn’t like what they were doing to you, such bullies, no respect or class, it really annoyed me,” I told him.

“Well you’re a brave girl, but seriously don’t put yourself in danger next time. I appreciate it, thank you, but I really wouldn’t have wanted you to get hurt on account of me,” he said, understandably.

“OK,” I said, and wandered upstairs to the empty bus level.

He pulled away and as he arrived at the next stop, an older man got on the bus. I waited for him to come upstairs, but he stayed downstairs. A couple of stops later he got off.

“Time to give up on this,” I thought to myself.

I came back downstairs.

I walked to the front of the bus and the driver asked me, “so why are you driving all around Bristol?” he asked.

I laughed, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I replied.

“Try me,” he said laughing.

“I used to like seducing older men who were alone on the top deck of buses, I though I’d try it again today,” I told him.

“Very funny,” he responded, “no seriously, what is your plan?”

“You see? I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” I said.

“Alright, when you say seduce, do you mean try it on with them?” he asked, gobsmacked!

“Yes, I would show my body off, talk to them and see where it leads, strange I know, but it’s what I like,” I told him.

“You could have had your pick of them young lads earlier, if you wanted,” he offered.

“Not my type,” I said, smiling at him.

“No? What’s your type then?” he asked, quizzically.

“You. You’re more my type,” I said, seriously.

“You do have a good sense of humour,” he replied. I don’t know what to make of you I really don’t.”

I stood and twirled. “Am I not your type?” I asked.

“You’re every man's type darling,” he said, laughing.

“You think so?” I asked, shaking my pantiless, soft legging covered ass at him.

“I can’t take you seriously,” he said, staring at my ass and legs.

“What do I have to do to get you to take me seriously?” I asked.

He stared at me, looking me up and down.

“Take me somewhere quiet, I’ll make you take me seriously,” I said, staring at him lustfully.

“There’s a bus stop, out of the way, us drivers sometimes use it to kill 20 minutes, eat lunch or whatever, it will be very quiet there now. Its only 5 minutes away near Cribbs Causeway. Shall I drive us there?” he asked.

“Sounds good to me,” I said, flirtatiously.

Off we went, we arrived within six or seven minutes and the driver pulled in. It was surrounded by trees and there was nobody around, I could see why bus drivers or truck drivers would disappear here to get some peace. Meanwhile, we were alone and hidden from view.

“So, here we are, what do you think?” he asked, smiling at me.

“I think I like it here,” I said smiling.

I turned and smoothed my ass in my leggings with my hands, giving my cheeks a little squeeze. “What do you think?” I asked.

“I think I’d like to see what’s underneath those leggings,” the driver said, with a pervy grin on his face.

I turned away from him and slowly pulled my leggings over my ass cheeks, revealing that I was not wearing any panties.

“Fucking hell, come here, let me have a feel,” he said, reaching out to me.

I immediately pushed my naked ass towards him, feeling his warm old, gnarly hands touch my skin. God it was heaven.

“Mmmm, do not stop that sir,” I said, pulling my leggings down past my knees, spinning around to show my pussy.

I stroked my clit and grabbed his hand, pulling it between my legs, “Oh fuck, touch me, finger me,”

His hand went straight between my legs, my pussy lips already moist as he sunk his middle finger into my hole.

I gasped as he entered me, laughing at my own gasping noise. “Oh my god that feels amazing,” I panted, as he fingered me slow and deep.

“I wanna suck your cock so badly,” I said.

He opened his belt and black council work trousers and fished out his hardening cock.

“Be my guest,” he said, shaking his cock so that his helmet, pushed out past his foreskin and his large slit stared at me.

I leaned over his payment machine and with his finger halfway up me, took his fat old cock into my mouth and started to suck it.

“Fuck I haven’t had this cock sucked for years,” he said.

“Then enjoy it and give me lots of cum,” I said between mouthfuls of his shaft in and out of my mouth.

He stood up and opened the driver door so I could get better access to him. He grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his cock. “Fuck yeah, suck it,” he said, as he forced his cock down my throat further.

Hand on my head pushing me up and down, his cock went to the back of my throat then all the way out again. I sucked it all the way in and all the way out, my tongue flickering all over his cock as he used my mouth. His fingering intensified and I could feel my orgasm building.

“Oh don’t stop I’m gonna cum all over your finger,” I said

“I’m almost there too, you gonna swallow it?” he asked as he fucked my mouth.

“Mmhmm,” I responded as I continued to suck his cock as he fucked my mouth harder and faster.

I felt a spray of warmth as he bucked and groaned and a salty, creamy jet of cum covered my tongue. It was enough, my orgasm filtered through me, from my neck to my thighs, I tingled and closed my eyes in ecstasy as a delicious orgasm swept me away as I enjoyed the taste of warm jet after jet of hot creamy old man cum.

Gulping loud and proud as I let some cum dribble over my lips, I made a show of using my finger to push it back in to my mouth and swallow with another loud gulp. “Fuck yeah, your cum tastes good,” I said, as I licked every droplet from his oozing fat old cock.

“You are a dirty little bitch aren’t you?” he said, as he used my mouth and lips to wipe the dripping end of his cock on.

I smiled. “Yep!” I responded, proudly.

Fuck, what a sexy man!

We drove away and I got off in the centre of Bristol.

“Thanks for the cum!” I said.

We laughed and waved.

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Back home, my horniness still needed sating. I hatched a plan.

A few years ago, I worked for a guy in sales. He was a bit of a drip and was fired for stealing from the company. No surprise to anyone. My good friend Tina had known his wife, now ex-wife, they had met for coffee, and she told him that her ex-husband, Mark, was now dealing in porn. I was amazed, I remember him being a bit of a pervert, but never thought he would end up doing that.

Apparently, he would interview girls and supply them to a porn film maker and take a cut of the resulting sales. His ex-wife hated him, and Tina never had any time for him either.

I couldn’t help wondering if he received an email from me suggesting I was interested in making some porn, how he would react if he remembered me!

So I tracked him down.

I sent an email that went something like this.

“Hi there, I saw your website and wanted to ask if you were still looking for girls to do photoshoots or filming for your website…”

I attached a picture of me that I found, it was a work picture from when we worked for the same company, he was bound to recognise me I thought. I waited for his reply.

“Hi Beth, lovely picture, yes, I’m sure I can help you out. Nice picture you sent across, when was that taken? Was it with a company you used to work with?" he asked. 

Strange question, he must have recognised me.

I went straight for the jugular.

“Oh! thank you, yes it was when I worked for ‘xxxxx’ back in 2018. Glad you like it. Let me know some dates you are free and maybe we can arrange to meet for a coffee?’ I added.

I had added the company name and the date, he could not have mistaken me now. So how much did he want to see me naked? I was about to find out.

“You look fantastic, are you free on Tuesday or Wednesday for a coffee? I'd love to meet you,” he responded almost instantaneously.

We settled on Starbuck’s just off the M5 motorway near Stroud, at 10.30 on Wednesday morning.

I arrived and saw him sat in the window: I observed him from my car.

I got out and walked towards the Starbucks. Sports top, trainers, leggings, no bra no panties.

I walked in and we made eye contact, he recognised me, but he had never seen me looking like this before.

I walked across, “Mark?” I asked.

“Beth, lovely to meet you, you look amazing,” he said.

I immediately confessed to knowing him. “Didn’t we work together for a while at ‘xxxx’? I asked.

This made him a little uncomfortable. “Um, I’m not sure, he said,” awkwardly, fearing it might scupper the plans completely.

I eased his worries.

“Oh, that’s amazing, I remember you now, well that’s going to make things much more relaxing now that we already know each other,” I said.

“It is?” he asked, unsure.

“Definitely, God I feel much less nervous now, how are you?!" I asked.

“Oh I’m good yes, and you?” he stuttered.

“Great, I was so nervous, now I’m just well actually just fucking horny actually,” I giggled.

“You are?” he asked, surprised.

“Absolutely, ready to go for it Mark,” I replied smiling and looking into his eyes.

“Do you wanna go back to mine now and make a start?” he asked, hopefully.

I stood up straight away. “Let’s go, I’m ready,” I said excitedly.

We stood and left and walked back to the car park.

“Is it far?” I asked.

No. about five or six minutes’ drive, but you’ll need to follow me carefully, we’re going to a barn it a middle of a field.

“No problem, I’ll follow you. Hang on, come here,” I said and threw my arms around Mark’s neck. I pushed my open mouth on his and kissed him hard. “Mmmm, come on let’s go,” I said.

We arrived and I got out of the car and followed Mark into the barn.

“Sorry, it's not much but should be good for a few pictu…..”

He didn’t finish his sentence. I grabbed him and started kissing him heavily, groping his balls and ass as I pushed my leggings down around my knees.

“Fuck me hard, Mark,” I spat out as I kissed his lips and mouth hard and hungry.

He pushed me onto a bench table and with my ass in the air he slowly pushed his middle finger right up my ass.

I spread my legs, giving him full access. My own finger pushed all the way up my pussy, joining him.

He pulled his cock out and rubbed it against my asshole, “You want it in here slut?”

“Yeah, fuck my ass,” I replied as his cock sunk into my little opening star.

He rammed his small but fat cock far into my ass as I bent over as far as I could for him.

Reaching back I grabbed his balls and tickled them as he thrusted into me.

“Oh fuck Beth, you’re gonna get an ass full of cum if you keep doing that,” he grunted.

“Do it Mark, fill my ass,” I goaded.

A few pushes and grunts later and his seed was filling my asshole.

I dressed and headed for my car.

“What about the pictures?” he asked.

Oh yeah, sorry about that, I just wanted to fuck you. Another time maybe yeah?

I drove away, cum dripping out of my ass onto my car seat.