Bus Stop Beauty
"Waiting for the night bus leads to not waiting at all with the fit stranger who's just as desperate"
3 AM, freezing, the night bus was forty minutes away. Just me and the girl in the leopard print coat.
"This is fucking ridiculous," she said, stamping her feet.
"You're telling me."
She looked me over. "You were in Inferno's earlier. I saw you."
"You too. Purple dress."
"You noticed."
"Hard not to."
She smiled—drunk, confident. "I'm Chloe. And I'm freezing my tits off. Fancy warming me up?"
The alley behind the bus stop was dark but secluded. She pulled me in, pushed me against the wall.
"Been eyeing you all night," she admitted. "Couldn't work up the nerve in the club."
"And now?"
"Now I'm cold, I'm drunk, and I don't care about nerve."
She was curvy under that coat—thick hips, full tits barely contained by the purple dress. When I pulled it down, they spilled out, nipples hard from the cold.
"Christ, they're freezing."
"Warm them up then."
I buried my face there, felt her moan. My hands found her arse, pulled her closer.
"More—need more—"
I dropped to my knees, pushed up her dress. Her knickers were damp despite the cold.
"Been wet since I saw you order a drink," she admitted.
I pulled them aside, tasted her. She came fast, shaking, hand over her mouth.
"Inside me—against the wall—don't care about the cold—"
I stood, lifted her, slid in. She wrapped her legs around me, back against the brick.
"Harder—yes—"
We fucked in that freezing alley, her moans echoing off the walls. She came twice more, each time warming up.
"Close—inside—"
I came deep, holding her against me.
The bus rumbled past, but neither of us noticed.
"Share an Uber?" she asked, fixing her dress.
"Share a bed?"
"Even better."
Went back to hers. Didn't sleep until noon.
Best missed bus of my life.