The bus

The crew bus was parked and empty, and it was not my call. Somebody from another department had left it dark at the edge of the lot with the door cracked. I was off the clock again, released, cases already in the lockup. Yann was thirty-nine, a stranger from the same lot, not on my crew, not a person I aimed fire around. He offered a cigarette I did not take and a question I did. I sat on the step first so he could see me dressed: black t-shirt, undercut, boots on, lot lights behind my shoulder. I told him if he wanted to fuck it would be in a seat, my rules, and he would leave when I stood up. He said yes.

Inside, the bus smelled like carpet and cold coffee. I took the boots off and set them on the floor because I wanted my feet braced and the step picture was already done. He sat. I opened his jeans and pulled his cock out, stroked it, and told him I was going to ride. I shoved my pants off one leg, straddled him, and sank my cunt onto his cock in one drop that made the seat squeak. I said do not grab my gauges. Hands on my waist. He put them there. I fucked myself on him, hands on the seat back, the lot lights sliding as the bus rocked a little.

It built mean and good. His cock hit deep every time I dropped. I rubbed my clit with three fingers and told him to stay still and let me use it. He did. I came, and I squirted, a hot rush over his lap and the black t-shirt he had not taken off, sudden enough that I laughed and held the rail. He looked stunned and delighted. I said that is a yes, not a problem. My cunt kept pulsing around his cock. I lifted off before he could follow me over.

I told him to cum in his shirt if he did not want the seat blamed on us. He pulled the hem up and stroked his cock into the cloth, cum soaking cotton, his mouth open. I watched, then kissed him once, quick. Boots back on. Pants up. I stepped down into the lot lights and did not give him a number, a department, or a city. He stayed on the bus to deal with his shirt. I walked. The fuck rode with me, cunt sensitive, grin stupid, bedtime still not invited. Careful with fire. Careless after. That is the whole split, and I like it.