I started humping upwards faster, and she apparently realized I was about to explode inside her. She met each of my upward strokes with a downward stroke of her own. Then it happened again. She went limp against me as her cunt muscles again clamped hard on my cock. But it was too late for me at that point, and I began filling her precious love tunnel with my juices in an uncontrolled stream of lust. Continued stroking on my part was difficult because of how desperately tight she held me, but I still managed a bit, which intensified my own orgasm many fold. I nearly passed out from the pleasure that flooded over me.

We both sat there in the darkness of the bus, me holding her tightly and her resting so limply against my chest. I was of course still buried deep inside her, and my slowly softening cock was in no danger of slipping out of her wonderfully warm and dripping wet womanhood. She moaned slightly, nestled her head a little against my chest, and remained where she was in my embrace.

I realized that something special had just occurred. I had just experienced what was probably the perfect fuck. If it wasn't, I couldn't imagine how any similar coupling could be improved on. Certainly I had never experienced better sex. Ever.

We rode on into the darkness in our lover's embrace, her still straddling me and me still deeply inserted into her. I didn't understand why I didn't go soft and slip out of her warm wetness, but I didn't. In fact, after ten or fifteen minutes in a state of semi-hardness after my intense orgasm, the gentle rocking of the bus and the tiny in and out movement it caused me to make into her achieved just the opposite affect to happen. I began to harden. It wasn't long before I was rock hard, and beginning to move in and out of her rather forcefully once again.

She raised her head up enough to kiss me tenderly, then laid her head back on my chest and shoulder, and allowed me to continue slowly pumping into her. An occasional soft moan was her only reaction to our coupling.

I moved my right hand until my middle finger was pressing against her tight anal opening. Then I gently pushed it inside her, and started moving it in to the first knuckle and out of her. She liked what I was doing, and let me know so with another soft moan along with nestling her cheek a little tighter into my shoulder.

Then I got a wild idea, and began running my fingers to her pussy and then to her anus, bringing back some of her juices with each trip. She apparently realized what I was planning, and softly shook her head as she whispered "no" into my shirt. So, this little angle didn't want me coming in her back door, huh?

Well, we'd see about that. I whispered in her ear for her to lift herself up and move forward just a bit. She again softly told me no, but I was insistent. I lifted her up by her beautifully soft ass cheeks and brought her forward just enough to lime my cock up with her tiny puckered hole. Then I let her down, shifting one hand to my cock to guide it in while holding her up with the other.

When I was at her entrance, I began lowering her as I gripped my cock tightly and forced it into her. She moaned louder, but didn't resist my efforts. The head of my cock forced its way into her, and finally managed to attain entrance with a soft pop that we both felt more than heard. And it was right at that instant that she once again surprised me, slipping right into an intense orgasm without any warning whatever. She buried her face into my shirt, moaned loudly and began driving herself down onto my straining cock while fingering her own pussy. In just a couple minutes she was coming down from her peak, and I was almost completely embedded inside her rectum.

I began lifting and lowering her on my shaft, but she soon took over and began raising herself up and down. Then we were engaged in another wild french kiss as she tried to once again choke me with her tongue. The sensations I was feeling were nothing short of incredible like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her ass was so incredibly tight and warm and willing, and I continued to receive the most intense sensations ever.

Her up and down speed increased, and I began to feel the familiar stirring of an approaching orgasm. I began popping my hips up and down to meet her vertical thrusts, and that intensified my own building orgasm. She peaked a few seconds before me, but her orgasm served to further intensify my own. I don't know how much fluid I had left to give her, but she got all I had. And we both moaned into each other's mouth as release set us both free.

We slept after that coupling, both satisfied with life in general and relaxed as only good sex can relax two people. When I awoke to a slightly greying dawn, she was still asleep on me, and I was still embedded inside her anus. I have never had that happen before, remaining coupled in that manner throughout the night. It was a wonderful feeling, and I promised myself it would not be the last time it happened.

I gently nudged her awake, and she lifted her head up to look me in the eyes. She smiled with that sleepy kind of smile only a beautiful woman freshly awakened can give. I kissed her softly on both her eyes, her nose, and then her lips. Then she got her feet under her and lifted herself up, causing my semi-hard cock to slip out. She pushed her skirt down and twisted around to sit in her own seat.

After we had both made a trip to the restroom to relieve ourselves and get at least a little cleaned up, we sat beside each other, holding each other and watching the world we were traveling through get brighter and brighter.

I asked her for her name, not wanting what we had so recently found together to be lost. I guess that if I were not already in love with this wonderful lady, it wouldn't take a lot of effort on either of our parts for me, a confirmed bachelor, to be completely and totally hers in every way. I only hoped she felt the same way.

But instead of answering me, she placed her finger on my lips and smiled. I knew then that she had no intension of letting me know who she was, where she lived, or anything else about her. This was a chance encounter that would begin and end on a bus. Both of us would be a little bit better off for it happening, but it would end when the bus pulled into the next station. I could do nothing more than sigh, return her smile, and draw her nearer for another intense kiss...

She left the bus in Toledo, as I somehow knew she wood. Was that her destination? Or was she just ditching me and in search of another anonymous lover on another bus for the coming night? I didn't know, but I did know something very special. Our parting kiss was more than just a kiss.

So I asked her straight out. If I can find you again, would you be mad at me, beautiful lady? She laughed that wonderful giggle-laugh that is so infectious, and held both of my hands in hers as she leaned back away from me. "Why don't you want to walk away from me and our relationship right now, Mr. John-Wayne-Man-Of-Action-With-A-Gentle-Touch-Guy? Didn't you get enough of me last night?"

'Listen, Ms. Angle-Lady-Lover-And-Love-Of-My-Life, I don't think I could ever walk away from you if you didn't want me to. But I have to know now if you want me to? Are you married, and do you want me to walk away and not try to find you? I need to know.'

Her giggle-laugh seemed to fill the bus station, and it came from both her lips and eyes. "Well, you do seem persistent. I guess the answers you are looking for are 'No' and 'No.' I am not married, and if you can locate me, trace me like some kind of criminal, which I am not, then maybe just maybe, we might work on building a relationship. But just how do you plan on finding me. You don't have a clue about me. If you think you can go back to Hagerstown and trace me from there, forget it. I don't live in Hagerstown any more, and my trail there has long since grown cold. And I am not traveling under my real name, so that isn't any help to you. So, tell me, just how do you expect to track me down?"

In reply I smiled, brought her to me, and kissed her deeply. Then I handed her my business card that I had been secretly palming out of her view, carefully watching the expression on her face. I was not disappointed as a look of complete and total surprise flowed over her like so much cold water as she read it. When she once again looked at me, I winked, turned, and said over my shoulder as I climbed back on the bus, 'I'll be seeing you in a few weeks. Take care till then, Darling.' And the bus door closed.

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Her name is Amanda Marie Allen, she is 25, and she lives at... well, you don't really need to know that, do you. She was raised in Hagerstown, but left that town after high school to attend Georgetown University. She graduated with a BS in Accounting and an MA in Business Management. And I didn't even raise a light sweat finding all that info (and a whole lot more) about this special woman. After all, I do work at the Department of Justice, and for an agency known as the Federal Bureau of Investigations. It was a small thing to trace her, find her, and watch her. And by the way, she is single, and works as a mid-level manager for Commerce, which is just three blocks or so from my office in the Hoover building.

I was sitting at a carefully laid out table complete with two chairs, table cloth, two candles, fine china, wine glasses, two waiters standing nearby who worked for a gourmet catering company, and one musician complete with violin. Oh, and there was also two dozen yellow roses and a yellow orchid corsage. What made it somewhat unusual was that the table was set up in a small city park. It was next to a park bench, across the street from the Commerce building. What made that particular park bench so interesting was that Amanda Marie Allen always ate her lunch while sitting on it with one of her office friends.

She came out the doorway right on time, laughing, talking and walking with Lidia Booker, one of her female co-workers. They crossed the street together, then turned towards the park bench. They were so engrossed in conversation that she failed to see my offering until her friend drew her attention to it. And then she and I made eye contact... Oh, how I love her surprised giggle-laugh... And her tears of happiness... And her sweet kisses...