Best Bus Buddies

Atara gave a sigh of relief as she saw the large intercity bus coming around the bend. It was past midnight, and while she had had a last at her friend Menucha's wedding, she wanted to just get home so she could get some sleep before having to go to work the next day. It didn't help that the previous bus had been full, and she lived in a city an hour's drive away.

As Atara climbed onto the bus, her legs felt heavy and tired from standing all night at the reception. But it wasn't just her legs -- her entire body seemed drained from dancing nonstop at the lively event.

She made her way to the back seat, hoping that this ride would be more comfortable than the last one "At least the bus is empty" she thought. She had no patience for some random person yapping on a phone and not letting her sleep.

As the bus pulled away, a young man came running up. The driver let him on and he sat a few rows ahead of Atara. 

Meir, a 23-year-old Yeshiva student with short dark hair and piercing eyes, looked familiar to Atara. He was someone she had seen at the wedding earlier that evening. 

At first, Atara ignored him, focusing on trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. However, she couldn't shake the feeling that something about him was intriguing. Maybe it was his striking features or the fact that he seemed lost in thought, staring out the window. Whatever it was, she found herself unable to stop looking at him.

As the bus rumbled along the highway, Atara's thoughts drifted back to the wedding. She remembered how vibrant and exciting the celebration had been, even though she had only attended because Menucha was like a sister to her.

The sound of Meir's voice broke into her reverie. He had moved closer to her, his seat being broken, sitting almost beside her now. Atara hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should continue ignoring him or engage in conversation. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to give him a chance.

"Hello," she said softly, breaking the silence between them.

Meir looked up, surprised by her initiative. "Hi," he replied, still a bit hesitant. "I didn't expect you to talk to me."

Atara smiled, understanding his apprehension. "Well, I'm bored, and I figured it might be nice to have some company on this long ride."

With that, they began to chat more openly, sharing stories about their lives, their jobs, and their experiences at the wedding. 

After a few minutes, Meir commented " I must say, you looked amazing tonight. Like you were on fire while dancing. I know I wasn't supposed to look but it was hard to miss"

Atara laughed lightly. "Oh, well, Menucha is like a sister to me. We grew up together, and I've always been there for her during important moments in her life. I think I spent almost as much time in the bridal suite as the couple, helping her get ready!"

" You look beautiful enough to be the bride, that's for sure" Meir replied, his gaze lingering on her face.

Atara blushed slightly, feeling the compliment warm her heart. She knew she looked good tonight, thanks to the dress she wore, which accentuated her curves perfectly. Feeling bold, she leaned forward in her seat, giving Meir a better view of her chest. "Is it my dress, how do you like it?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Meir hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It's... stunning," he finally answered, his cheeks turning red. "The color really brings out your eyes, and the fit shows off your figure quite nicely."

Atara smiled, pleased with his response. "Thank you," she said, feeling more confident. 

Meir's hand reached out, gently tracing the fabric of her dress along her thigh. Atara couldn't help but feel a shiver run through her body as his fingers caressed her. His touch was electric, making her heart race and her breath catch in her throat.

The atmosphere between them became charged with desire, and they couldn't resist the urge any longer. Their lips met passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths hungrily.

As their kiss deepened, Atara's hands roamed over Meir's body, discovering the contours of his muscular frame beneath his clothes. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by this stranger, yet she couldn't deny the intense connection they shared.

Meanwhile, Meir's hands gripped Atara's hips, pulling her closer to him.

Their kisses intensified, their breaths mingling together in hot, passionate gasps. As their passion increased, Meir's touches grew bolder, his hands finding their way down Atara's body, teasing her skin through her dress.

In the back of the empty bus, they were oblivious to the world outside, 

Atara moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. She was losing control, surrendering herself to the passionate embrace. Her body ached for him, yearning to be touched intimately.

"It's my stop" Atara gasped, coming up for air. "My aprtment is empty, come with me".

They both got off the bus, the crisp early-morning air hitting them in the face. They moved into a nearby alleyway frantically, Atara pulling at his body in order to crush his lips to hers. He felt the warmth of her skin from being so close, and he could feel the electricity between them.

The alleyway seemed to be frozen in time, as if they were the only two in the entire world. He slowly moved his hands up and down her body, caressing her back. Her breathing intensified as she stepped closer to him. She traced her fingers along his neck and ran them through his hair, sending shivers up his spine.

He gently kissed her lips with an intensity that was almost too much to handle. With each kiss, their desire grew stronger and soon enough they had both lost all inhibition. They clung together like two magnets drawn to each other, unable to stop themselves even if they wanted to.

She took off her top and bra, revealing her beautiful breasts which he couldn't help but admire before moving on to explore more of her body with his hands and mouth. He placed tiny kisses all around the peaks of her nipples before taking, nibbling, and sucking them one at a time. His hands traveled down her body, gently stroking her hips and waist before finally reaching the area between her legs.

He licked up from her inner thigh to find her clitoris, which he began to massage with his tongue in order to bring out the pleasure that she had been denying herself for too long. His fingers explored further inside of her, causing her body to rock back and forth as waves of pleasure swept over her being. She grabbed onto his hair tightly as he continued his assault on her sensitive areas.

After what felt like an eternity they finally pulled away from each other, gasping for air. Realizing how public their location was, she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a nearby door. She opened up a door behind them, they tumbled into her apartment, pawing at each other on the couch.

They couldn't get enough of each other, their minds consumed by the fierce hunger they felt. Atara's body trembled under Meir's touch, his hands expertly cupping her breasts, her back arching with each caress.

He moved his hand lower, cupping her firm ass before sliding his fingers down between her legs, exploring her wetness.

He used his thumb to rub her clit, eliciting a sharp cry from her. Her body writhed under his touch, desperate for release. He pushed two fingers inside her, watching her face as he did so, seeing her eyes roll back in ecstasy. He began to thrust his fingers in and out, matching his rhythm with his thumb on her clit.

Atara was overcome with sensations, her body trembling with each movement. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he brought her ever closer to the edge. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body begging for more.

Meir picked up the pace, increasing the pressure on her clit and pushing deeper into her with his fingers. Atara's body bucked wildly, her moans becoming louder and more urgent., She moaned loudly, her head thrown back as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He continued to stroke her, knowing exactly how to make her squirm with pleasure. Her hands gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as she tried to hold on to the wave of ecstasy that washed over her.

Her body shook violently, her hips bucking against his hand as she approached her peak. She cried out his name, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. He continued to caress her, watching her face contort with pleasure, until finally, she collapsed back onto the couch, spent and satisfied.

He moved to lay next to her, running his fingers through her hair, and she snuggled into his embrace. Both of them were exhausted, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion.

"That was incredible," Meir whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I never expected something like this to happen."

Atara nestled her head into his shoulder, her cheek flushed with excitement. "Neither did I," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm glad it did."

They lay together in silence for a few moments, savoring the closeness they had just experienced.

Atara's fingers idly traced patterns on Meir's chest, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingertips. He held her close, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed against his own.

Feeling emboldened by their newfound connection, Atara decided to take things further. She rolled onto her side, facing Meir, and playfully bit his bottom lip. "Now that we're here, and we've already gone this far..." She paused, letting her words hang in the air. She slowly reached down and gently grasped Meir's erect penis, surprised by its size and heat. She had never done anything like this before, but she was determined to learn.

As her hands delicately encircled his manhood, she took note of it's every curve and contour. The sensation of her touch sent shivers down his spine, eliciting an involuntary moan of delight from him. Her caressing fingers glided effortlessly along the length of his penis, creating a sensual friction that heightened his arousal even further.

, She carefully positioned herself on top of him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she shifted her mouth onto his hard member. 

With determination, she took him into her mouth, feeling his shaft grow harder and longer in response. Her movements were gentle yet purposeful, using her tongue and fingers to create a sensual rhythm that thrilled them both. Meanwhile, her own body quivered with anticipation, her need for his touch growing more insistent.

As she teased him with her lips and tongue, Meir couldn't help but grab her by the waist, pulling her closer. The sensation of her mouth enveloping him, combined with her soft groans of pleasure, sent shivers down his spine., 

With her head bobbing rhythmically, she took him deeper into her mouth, using her tongue to swirl around the tip. Her lips stretched and contracted, creating sensations that sent shivers down his spine. Her tongue flicked across the sensitive underside of his shaft, drawing another moan from him.

She continued her sensual dance, alternating between gentle suction and light caresses. As she moved her hand to cup his testicles, Meir let out a low groan, his hips instinctively thrusting forward.

Atara responded by taking him even deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his full length. Her fingers continued to stroke his balls, applying just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

As she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, her lips gently brushing against his sensitive flesh, Meir felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He knew he couldn't last much longer, and he didn't want to disappoint her.

Atara sensed his impending climax and redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling around the tip of his penis in a hypnotic pattern., Her lips tightened around him, her throat working in perfect synchronization with her movements. She knew she was doing well when she heard his breath catch in his throat.

As her lips and tongue worked in tandem, Meir's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp. He couldn't hold back any longer, his body tensing as he felt the first wave of pleasure wash over him.

Just as he was about to lose control, Atara released him from her mouth, allowing him to come freely. He let out a deep, primal groan as his seed shot into her mouth, filling it with his essence. Atara swallowed eagerly, relishing the taste of him, her eyes locked with his, conveying a mutual understanding of the moment they shared.

They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, their hearts beating in unison. The passion and intimacy they had just shared left them both breathless and exhilarated. Atara curled herself against Meir's warm chest, while he held her close, his strong arms enveloping her protectively.

The afterglow settled over them as they caught their breath. Atara smiled sheepishly, feeling a mixture of guilt and euphoria. "I don't know what came over me," she murmured, looking up at him with big, beautiful eyes.

Meir returned her smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. "You are beautiful," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "And you're not afraid to explore your desires."

Atara blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. "I'm not afraid anymore," she replied, her voice soft and vulnerable. "I'm only afraid of missing out on something wonderful."

Meir leaned in and kissed her tenderly, his lips lingering on hers for a moment before pulling away. "Then let's enjoy this wonderful thing together," he said, his voice husky with desire.

Atara nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. Together, they stood up and made their way to the bathroom, their hands intertwined as they walked.

Atara blushed, her cheeks turning crimson. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft and vulnerable. "But I'm not sure if I can handle all of this."

Meir smiled reassuringly, his hands moving to her hips. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll go slow, and I promise to always respect your boundaries."

Atara nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement.

As they stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down their bodies, they couldn't help but stare at each other, their eyes filled with curiosity and desire.

Atara's body trembled slightly under the force of the water, her nipples hardening.

Meir moved behind her, his hands running gently along her sides, his fingers trailing down to her hips. He cupped her ass, lifting her up so that her back was flush against his chest. Her body arched into his, seeking more contact.

He ran his hands up and down her sides, feeling the soft curves of her body. His fingers grazed her nipples, causing her to gasp and press back against him. He pulled her closer, their bodies now aligned perfectly.

Atara turned around, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation or regret. But all she saw was desire and hunger, mirroring her own feelings. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers, their lips meeting in a fierce, passionate kiss.

, Atara's hands ran over Meir's muscular frame, exploring the contours of his body with her fingertips. Meir reciprocated, his hands roaming over her curves, marveling at the softness of her skin.

Atara's hands trailed downward, reaching for the soap, which she began to lather on her body. She looked at Meir, inviting him to join her. 

Taking the soap in his hands, he began to gently wash her body, starting from her feet and working his way up. His touch was gentle yet firm, causing her to shiver with anticipation.

Atara wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he continued to soap her body. Their lips met again, their tongues dancing together in a rhythmic exchange of passion.

Meir's hands roamed lower, cupping her ass and squeezing her cheeks, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Atara. He slipped his fingers between her wet folds, finding her entrance already slick with desire. Atara whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation as he teased her gently.

She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she sought to maintain her balance. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body aching for release. She grabbed Meir's cock and stuck it between her legs, rubbing her pussy along the slick, hard shaft. She began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding herself against him in a primal dance of pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Meir's hands found her breasts once more, cupping them and kneading them with the palms of his hands. He pinched her nipples gently, causing her to cry out and buck her hips harder against him. Her movements became faster, more urgent, as she sought to bring herself to the edge of orgasm.

"Fuck, yes!" she cried out, throwing her head back as pleasure coursed through her body. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving half-moon marks. He thrust harder, faster, matching her wild energy with his own. Their bodies became one, each movement syncopated with the other

Meir's hands roamed over her body, his touches becoming more demanding, more possessive. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, his erection pressing against her entrance. Atara welcomed his advances, her body craving the intensity of his touch.

Atara suddenly pushed herself onto his cock. "Fuck me dammit!" she commanded.

Meir complied without hesitation, driving into her with powerful strokes. Atara's head fell back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she screamed out in ecstasy. The force of their combined pleasures threatened to push them past the limits of the confined space.

He took her at a steady pace, his movements fluid and graceful. Every powerful thrust caused her to throw her head back, her eyes clenching shut. Atara's hands gripped the shower bar, her knuckles white with the effort to remain standing.

With each powerful thrust, her cries of pleasure grew louder. Her body was inextricably linked to Meir's, their movements in perfect harmony., She pressed herself against Meir, her body yearning for more. Meir responded by thrusting harder, deeper, their rhythm perfectly synchronized.

Atara's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the shower stall, her voice rising and falling with the motion of his thrusts. He drove into her with a force that bordered on violent, their bodies coming together in a passionate embrace.

Atara's orgasm was fast approaching, her body trembling and shuddering as her muscles tightened. Her mind was blank, her body completely at the mercy of the intense sensations flooding through her. She clung to him desperately, her cries of ecstasy filling the air.

Meir continued to plunge into her, his cock throbbing with the need for release. Atara's walls clenched tightly around him, her body begging him to fill her.

Atara's screams reached a crescendo as she reached the peak of her pleasure, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Her body shuddered and shook, her hips bucking against his. She held on to him for dear life, her nails raking down his back.

Meir could no longer hold back, his own orgasm imminent. He thrust into her with a final, powerful stroke, his cock pulsing as he came inside her. Atara cried out in pleasure, her body tensing and releasing. She held onto him, her body quivering with the force of their combined pleasures.

Atara's knees gave out, and they slid to the floor, still joined together. They clung to each other, their bodies spent and sated. The warm water continued to cascade down their bodies, washing away the evidence of their passion.

As they slowly regained their breath, their hearts pounding in unison, Meir's arms tightened around Atara, holding her close.