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Dear Diary .. Bits of Kinky

Short story By: BITSxOFxKINKY
Erotica



EXPLICIT EROTICA Adult Readers Only Please Do Not Read If Under Your Country’s Legal Age


Submitted:Apr 15, 2012    Reads: 3,048    Comments: 13    Likes: 10   


EXPLICIT EROTICA

Adult Readers Only

Please Do Not Read If Under Your Country's Legal Age

Dear Diary

The toilets of the truck stop stank of cheap disinfectant. A dim light bulb hung from the ceiling swinging in the cool drafts from cracks in the dirty window above the door. Its grime covered light bulb flickered as it swayed, making my reflection in the mirror look pale and drawn. I look older than my years, but the new mini skirt and t-shirt looks great on my slim body. Quickly swilling water over my face I rummage in my shoulder bag to touch up my make-up and run a brush through my hair. I do look good, my pale English skin still looking creamy and unblemished, with just the beginning of a red tinge from the hot American sun.

Smoothing down my skirt, and adjusting the knotted t-shirt just under my breast, I swing my bag's strap over my shoulder and step jauntily out into the bright sun. Juggling my bag holding my purchases of, note book, pens, fresh club sandwich, I try not to spill the large espresso in my other hand. The steps are so high, I struggle to get onto the Greyhound bus, swinging the bag behind and holding the cup ahead of me. I carefully sidestep past the other passengers in there seats.

Gaining my back seat without dropping or slopping coffee on anyone I feel a sense of accomplishment, minor victories count. Standing the coffee on the floor wedged between my feet I pull out my sandwich. I unwrap a corner of it and take a bite, as I watch the other passengers fill their seats. Hearing the driver start the engine, I grab my coffee, kick off my shoes and brace my bare feet on the back of the empty seat in front of me.

Opening the wrapping of the notebook and pens I select one and shove the others deep into my bag which I then pulled flat onto my lap to use it as a table. I open to the first page, staring thoughtfully at it, pull the pen's lid off with my teeth and jam it on the reverse end of the Biro. Between sips of coffee and absently tapping the pen against my teeth in concentration I start to write. The bus pulls away and joins traffic eating up the miles towards the next stop.

Tuesday 24

Dear Diary, Sorry, In my hurry to leave England I left you behind. So this will become my special holiday diary.

I landed at Dulles airport in Washington, slept in a cheap hotel near the airport. Then spent the next day looking around and shopping. I ditched most of my unsuitable English clothes and replaced them with cheap t-shirts, shorts and trousers. Folding them tight into a large holdall I had purchased, much easier to carry than my old tatty suitcase. I separated my money and other valuables into a variety of pockets so they wouldn't be all in one spot and feel a lot more comfortable now. Oh I bought a ticket for the greyhound bus system heading west wonder where I will end up.

So here I am, on the road going across America. No idea where I'm going or what I will do when I get there. For that matter knowing where there is when I get there. I'm going to try and sleep now diary I will write in you later.

Hi diary, just passed through Pittsburgh on the way to a place called Columbus. A lovely couple came and sat next to me. An elderly man and his wife. They chatted to me about the daughter, son in law and their newest grand child, just ten weeks old. Did the grand parent thing and passed around family photos. Worth it when she shared out her home made cookies to the passengers around her. It made me feel slightly homesick.

He stayed quiet most of the way, just nodding and grunting politely when it was required. Annie was a big buxom mama, the kind of figure all grandmothers should have. Smelling of freshly made bread and cookies. A big round smiling face and a deep rolling chuckle, that seemed to start in her toes and roll up her body in waves. They left at Columbus, surrounded by their mass of welcoming, happy children.

The bus stopped in Columbus for a while and I grabbed the chance to get some dinner and stretch my legs. They certainly know how to eat over here the food was gorgeous and plenty of it. I'm so full and the view out of the window is a breath taking variety of blues and oranges as the sun is setting to the west.

I must of nodded off to sleep while watching the sun set, because the first thing I notice is a mass of curly jet black hair inches from my face. I blink a couple of times startled until I notice that it is a woman who bent down to pick up my notebook that had fallen to the floor. As she straightens up I see a mass of curly dark tresses framing this tiny elfin face filled with this beautiful friendly smile.

She has big dark blue eyes with long dark lashes that .... Did they just flutter at me? Her fingers long and slim with perfectly manicured nails, handed my book back to me as I sit up straighter in my seat. Sliding her tiny doll sized frame onto the seat next to me she speaks like a cat purrs. A deep southern drawl "Did I wake you, I'm so sorry."

I had guessed her age in her mid 20's, but looking closer there were the start of tiny lines at the corners of those sparkling eyes. Her eyes roamed all over my body, no embarrassment showing when her gaze lingered longer than necessary on the swelling of my breasts and the shadowed cleavage between. Raising a finger, she brushed a wayward curl from my eye. Then as if nothing unusual had occurred held a semi one sided conversation with me.

I listened to her lovely, hushed voice, as I tried to awaken from my grogginess. Her name was Cherry, a 29 years old exotic dancer from Kansas, she had been out of town and was on her way home. Slowly as the sleep left me, Cherry was able to draw me into her conversation. She told me how much she wanted to visit London and that my English accent was so lovable. Well "Makes my skin, shiver with pleasure." was the term Cherry used.

We dropped our voices into a whispered hush as the other occupants of the bus slowly settled into sleep and their overhead lights went off around them. Cherry's head and mine draw closer to hear each other. I slowly, hesitantly told her of my love affair with my boss. How I caught him with another, and his firing me because I caught him. So to escape my dismal life in England I went on this solo holiday.

Cherry told me about her ex-husband and his affairs, full of ready fists and eager slaps. We con-spiritually agreed that all men were evil scum, wishing them all a bad never ending dose of thrush or crabs, giggling quietly at our silliness. Cherry had turned her back on all men and turned to woman, she told me that only a woman new how to satisfy another woman properly.

Her voice became almost a purr, tongue tip poked out from between her lips. A moist shine covers them as her tongue sweeps across their soft fullness. Her movements appeared almost feline. A finger moved towards my breast, holding it millimetres from the tip performing slow small circles around the nipple. Not touching just hovering above the soft t-shirt covered curve. All the time her voice purring softly to me, sexually describing what a woman's gentle touch would and could do to me. Her words tumbled through my mind sending shivers of sensual reaction coursing through my body.

Hypnotised on the slowly moving finger roaming so close to my body, I could feel the areola of the nipple ripple, and tighten as it was puckering up. Watching as the nub's tip swells up against the softness of the materiel imprisoning it. Hardening in its desire to reach up and out to meet this felines touch.

Her soft husky chuckle flowed over me I looked back to her eyes they were slitted and the iris's had an even darker passionate colour to them. Again her tongue slides over her lips so sexual in its slow drag across the pink soft mouth. They closed the distance to my lips and touched. They are so hot and soft, I hesitate, for a moment only, then kissed her back passionately.

Fingers tease over the hard nipple she had been tormenting earlier. Her touch sets my body afire, as she caresses the sensitive swollen nipple. Moving both her hands so slowly underneath my top, her small, soft, hands so unlike Peters hard, and abrasive touch. The caress of her fingers over the puckered pimples surrounding the nubs, teases them to grow even harder. Longing for the touch of those fingertips on the nipples themselves.

That tiny hot cat like tongue probes into my mouth. Its tip finding mine as it flicks over and around. She tastes, like sweet honey and mint. As we kiss I feel my t-shirt lift up, baring my tits, as that seductive mouth descends on to them. Her lips clamp onto one nipple pulling at it, then licking and kissing from one pointed tip to the other. I rest my head back against the bus window, shutting my eyes.

The pleasurable sensations take over my body. Cherry slunk down on to her knees between my legs, I raised one up on to the seat next to me, spreading myself wide. T-shirt rucked up near my chin, milky mounds fully available to her touch. Skirt scrunched up around my hips. My fingers stroking through her soft black curls so luxuriously silky as the tresses slip over my body.

Her hot tongue slides its way up each thigh teasingly slow, leaving wet trails over the smooth tender flesh. The full flat of her tongue sliding firmly over the crotch of the thin cotton panties. Cherry's fingers pull on the nipples, twisting and rolling their stiffness between fingers and thumb. Flicking the tip along the sides of the pants tickling the tender skin between lips and thigh.

Probing under the material, teasing the swelling hot flesh hidden beneath. Using her Teeth she repeatedly tugs aside the cloth, until happy that all was exposed and freed for her administrations. Oh, and Cherry administers so well, her tongue takes me to the point of climax over, and over again. Until I am panting, making hushed sobs of pleasure. Sliding two of her fingers into my mouth, I suck on them eagerly.

I hear a whimper escape from her lips and realise that all the time Cherry had been pleasuring me she had also been pleasuring herself as well. Her fingers were soaked with her wet sticky cum, as I licked them clean of the sweet tasting fingers. Cherry took me into a full souring orgasm.

We rearranged our clothing, snuggling together on the back seat in the dark. Just the occasional car travelling the other way, to light up our faces. Cherry talks to me, telling me of her dreams of setting up a dance school one day. The last thing I remember is her kissing me gently, her lovely voice purring in my ear, such a nice welcome to America. Then the slight rocking of the bus and the steady murmur of the engine combined together to lull me into a deep blissful sleep.

Wednesday 25

What a beautiful hot American morning. we stopped a few moments ago at a truck stop. I sat eating sweet doughnuts, yes diary that's what the sticky finger marks are on this page and sipped at my hot, strong coffee. I remember a stop in a city sometime through the night. In a dozy half awake state, I watch as Cherry blows me a kiss goodbye before we pull away. Then a little later the sound of the bus engine and its momentum drove me back to my dreams.

Hearing a noisy commotion down near the driver I peer around the seat in front of me. Approaching me up the buses aisle was the brightest dressed woman I had ever seen. Curvy hips swing with an exaggerated swagger, in-cased in skin tight jazzy coloured trousers. Massive breasts flow out over the florescent yellow tight, low neck lined top. Platinum blonde locks, masses of them, flow around a cheerful face.

A big cheesy grin filled it and the chuckling voice sung out a hearty good morning to all. " Howdy, honey want some company?" Glancing over her shoulder at two rowdy guys further down the bus. "Us gal's, need to stick together, safety in numbers."

I just nod, my eyes glued on her heaving breasts as they squirm and dance, wiggling around with each word or chuckle. And the lovely sight of them nearly bouncing out of the top as she flops down on the seat next to me. Patting my leg, she peers over my shoulder her full buxom breast pushed up against me. "What you writing there sweetie."

I've got to go now diary, these American lady's are really friendly.

By Tracey Owen and Brian Rueby

Copyright 26 September 2009





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