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Encoxada… a willing work of art in Italy…Another day travelling through Europe, another astounding city and the end of an amazing day taking pictures and meeting new people …the waterways, the elevated gardens… the architecture…the understated majesty of the buildings. Oh and the ladies…oh my goodness…what can we do about those…amazing works of art far better than any museum viewing…I’m twisting and turning my head as I walk along just trying to keep up with it all. Do you know those jokes about European women and flat booties? Well times have changed…lol I decided this day, a scorching hot day to go with backpack and shades and short pants…it’s just too hot…true tourist style and just explore.… It’s late in the day and I’m just determined to get back to the hotel, have a shower, catch some z’s and hopefully a new adventure late at night. I didn’t know that rush hour here begins later than normal and I am pretty much swept up in crowd.Buses here are tiny and the crowd surges every time a bus pulls up and the doors open. Needless to say its tight quarters. I’m trying to be the gentleman with regards to the ladies but the crowd is just too strong and I am just too tired so eventually I am just swept along. I find myself with my back to the window standing face to face with a gorgeous number. I can’t really check her out as its close quarters, close but not uncomfortable. I can tell she has a smile to die for and a shock of vibrant brown/black hair that makes her seem larger than life vivacious and alive. She is super cute and I can only say wow to myself.As the bus takes off the momentum briefly carries us into contact. Her feather soft breasts gently brush my chest in a way that excites my senses. I’m taken aback as it’s only a tiny brush… the most fleeting of caresses but it turns me on so expressly that I am powerless to move or breathe and am craving the next touch. The bus driver for his part is doing his best to ensure that my unspoken request is being fulfilled with an exhibition of jerky driving. The next brush of her breasts confirms what the initial touch related. The tips of feather soft breasts softly squishing into my chest cause by blood pressure to rise. I give her a quick smile. She wearing one bursa escort of those silky summer dresses and what seems to be boy shorts. She’s clearly not white though. I bet that she makes all the white women so jealous as she walks by.“Excuse me’…I whisper…’sorry for the squeeze…I hope I am not making you uncomfortable.”She looks at me and nods, as if to say why did you bother everything is cool. Perhaps as she is standing with her head lowered she can see my ..err…happiness to be close to her. What a day not to wear briefs….boxers hide nothing btw but today I was commando as it was so hot. Maybe it was the long walks on my summer tour but the press of her breasts on my chest is giving me one of those legendary erections…one that is so hard it is like cement…one where it is almost painful to be erect as every blood vessel seems strained to almost bursting point, a painful pleasure to bare. This slow creeping sensation makes me ache straight into my testicles. When I am like this I can go for hours without cumming…needless to say my girlfriends had no complaints.She shifts position every so often and she brushes my excitement with her arm by accident. “Oooohh….what have we here,” she whispers and flashes me cheeky smirk. I’m blown away by how attractive this woman is. At this time somehow the bus driver manages to fit more people in an already crowded bus and I can see some eager looking men trying to angle their way down to my companion’s position.I quickly dislodge my backpack and slide it around her back so that she is covered from any ….opportunistic behavior. The bus is now crammed to capacity and she is pressed directly up against me. There is no hiding my pleasure at being close to her as I use the backpack’s straps to tug her gently closer to me.She is a little confused at first and perhaps was going to protest at what I was doing. Then as she looks around I think that she understands that I was reserving her lusciousness all for me. Believe me if you saw this woman you wouldn’t want to share her either. She gives me a quick naughty smile and works her hands down. What is she doing? I can’t see but its clear she is trying to tweak my manhood into position through my shorts. With a few tugs and a little loosening bursa escort bayan of my belt and she is at the perfect height for me to be directly at the level where it seems as though I am just beginning to enter her and her entrance is wrapped around my head. She is amazingly soft…as super hard as I am she is just as soft and warm and I can almost feel her wetness. In honesty it was probably an illusion enhanced by my shorts pressing onto her flowing dress and my excited senses but its one of the most erotic sensations I’ve ever experienced and I am starting to drift away in the heat of the late afternoon on waves of her warm silky softness. I try to indulge in mini thrusts but give up as this position is so effortlessly, frictionlessly pleasurable that I am frightened of going over the edge. Lucky for me I can with supreme effort hold back an ejaculation while cumming and in doing so remain hard. So I’m quivering like mad in her softness and I’m pretty sure she is wondering if I’ve crossed the edge. By now she is looking directly in my face with one of those smiles like when a lady smiles at you with a smile that is contagious and eyes beaming like, I know what you are doing you naughty, I can’t believe how bold you are….and I’m totally loving it. It’s a good thing my shorts are a dark multi-pattern in any regards if you know what I mean. Fortunately for us I summon the willpower to hold things together but with a gorgeous woman like her it would be so easy not to.“You know, I married and I really shouldn’t be doing this but, I can tell you are a special guy…my stop is coming up soon but I have something nice for you before I go.”She slides back from our connection…leaving me temporarily stranded on the proverbial desert island. If anyone on the bus had looked over at that time there would have been no doubt as to what we were getting up to as I am standing like a soldier.She wiggles herself around while keeping the backpack in position so that the straps are now on her back and she is facing away from me. I find myself behind what I can only describe as an ass and a half…a gorgeous structure that I could not take my eyes away from and soft… so gorgeously soft. I press into that bumper hungrily. Suddenly escort bursa she moves …is she…oh my yes she is shifting to her tip toes…her butt slides up and over my dick and comes to rest smack in between her gorgeous plums…she works my dick down to by gently jigging from side to side….a spot so warm and inviting I start to float off into an ocean of bliss. I’m starting to get dizzy in the bus and it’s not the heat of the close quarters. The visual and the sensations are overpowering me. My dick is going off with every nerve ending doing a rapturous dance…I don’t think there is any blood left for higher brain function. My dick feels like it has found the place it is supposed to be, gently being massaged to submission by warm softness. She takes my hands and covers them with hers and under the backpack slowly runs them gently along her shoulders, over her amazing breasts and down to her hips and allows me to hold her in place pinned onto my dick. It was only a taste of her body but some memories are coveted for their brevity and deliciousness. She pretends to drop something and bends down to grab it quickly and slowly stands up making sure to grind herself into me….I think I might faint from the sheer pleasure of her body on me….“Look for me here,” she says and scribbles quickly on some note paper handing it to me as she suddenly jumps from the bus laughing a sweet melodious laugh. By now the bus had mostly emptied and I hadn’t even noticed. I guess I was oblivious to all the time had passed and to all going on around me from the time I noticed her and I don’t know how many stops this was the case but with plenty of space it must have been obvious to all aboard after a certain stage that here was a black man plastered on to ample bumper of a gorgeous woman for one purpose. I guess she must have enjoyed the looks she was getting as well.As a younger man I would have been embarrassed but knowing now those precious moments like that come along few and far between I am not embarrassed at all. I do try to position my backpack so that I don’t embarrass anyone else left on the bus. It doesn’t work very well as there is an elderly white woman giving me a knowing smile and her mixed race partner flashing me a thumbs up.I look down at her note which says,“Xhamster.com…_(her account name here)_…..I’m so gonna fuck my husband silly tonight because of you…”Well…I say to myself….you’re welcome husband….lol…some guys are so blessed.

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