John Kellerman: Hot pants niece

"There, now that's sexy!" she sighed, glancing at her reflection in the small pocket mirror she carried. She padded down the aisle and off the bus, sandals clapping as she strolled across the parking lot. Three boys leaning by a service station pointed and one gave a whistle. Teresa felt her face flush but she managed a big smile back in their direction. She threw her shoulders back hard to push out as much of her tits as she could. One of the boys snickered, but another whistled again. Terry pushed into the coffee-shop with a flick of her trim ass. Laughter cascaded behind her but she shut it off with the door.

"They're just laughing because they're not getting any," she breathed to herself. She avoided the stool next to Jane and took one between a soldier and a middle-aged woman with a tired face. The waitress brought her coffee and a doughnut. Terry poured cream in her coffee to take away the bitter taste, but when she tried it, the stuff was still too strong.

"You want some of mine?" the soldier asked.

He pushed his cream bottle towards her with a smile. "I like mine black."

"Why thank you." She fluttered her long lashes. The soldier told her his name was Eddy. She could see that he kept glancing at her breasts. She tried to remember to keep her shoulders back. She didn't have much, but what she had was pretty nice. At least she thought they were whenever she took a close look in the mirror.

The soldier was heading for Warton too. That was where Uncle Nat was going to meet Janey and her. His place was five miles out in the country. Terry knew her mother had chosen such a spot to keep tier out of circulation for awhile. But at least she could talk to the soldier until they got there.

"You want to sit with me when we get back on?" he asked. He had a nice face and his eyes looked kind. They reminded Terry of Bob Carson's eyes.

"Sure, if I can talk my sister into it."

"Let me do the talking." The soldier glanced around. "Where is she anyway? Wait, I'll bet that's her… the one giving us a dirty look."

"Yep, that's her all right." Terry giggled and brushed her arm against the soldier's. She liked him already. Just like she'd fallen for Bob Carson. Bad Bobby Carson. She could almost remember his lips on her body. God, he knew how to excite a girl. Terry remembered the night he'd asked her in a cool way if he could kiss her all over her body. It had taken her a full minute to reply. She shivered, thinking of how it'd felt watching Bobby's wet lips curve around her tit.

"You okay?" Eddy asked.

"Yeah, I was just thinking of something." The soldier's eyes had a sexy cast. He pushed his hat back and a brown curl fell across his forehead.

"Here comes your sister."

It didn't take Jane long to say no. She said it at least five times and she said it fast. It was easy to see that she didn't like the soldier one bit. Terry trudged back to the bus behind him.

"My God, Janey! What do you think I'm gonna, do right in plain daylight on a Greyhound bus?"

"I wouldn't know, Teresa. Knowing you I wouldn't care to bet."

"Oh, you old… fink."

The bus was due into Warton at ten that night. When it grew dark, Terry waited for her chance. She knew that Janey had been getting sleepy. And finally after a series of yawns, her dark-haired sister rested her head back on her rented pillow and closed her eyes. Terry waited until her breathing was deep and even. Then she crept out into the aisle and headed towards the toilet. The soldier was sitting in the very back, his coat off and his shirt unbuttoned. He watched her go in the toilet. When she came out again, he winked and motioned her back.

"My sis is asleep," she confessed excitedly.

"Sit down and have a drink with me," Eddy said. He made room and pushed the half-shot pint at her. Terry shook her head.

"I don't drink."

"Ever tried any?"

"No."

"Then maybe you do drink," he laughed and Terry had to laugh with him. She took the smooth bottle in both hands and sniffed it.

"Smells like medicine."

"Yep, it'll cure anything." He slipped an arm around her shoulders. Terry had to close her eyes for a second to let the hot thrills pass.

"Maybe just a sip," she said, putting the bottle to her lips. Her first gulp was too much and she started coughing. A warmness spread down her throat and into her belly. She pushed the bottle back at Eddy. He took a man-sized slug and wiped his lips.

"Damn, you smell good," he said, nuzzling against her neck. Terry let him, enjoying the chills that rushed over her skin. Eddy kissed her behind the ear and then nibbled at her lobe until she had to sigh out loud. She put a hand at the nape of his neck and tickled him there as their lips met. He tasted like whiskey and cigarette smoke, but Terry liked the taste. She felt like a woman… a real woman.

It was dark back in that corner where the last seat was. Eddy's hands began to explore. Terry held her breath as he touched her knee and began to inch upwards.

"Ohhh… Eddy…" She kissed him feverishly. She knew she wasn't very cool when it came to making out. Her girl friends had told her that she should play harder to get. That she shouldn't let a guy touch her anywhere he wanted right off. But it was so hard to make them stop! Their fingers felt so good on her flesh. Eddy squeezed the soft inside of her thigh. His other hand was sneaking under her blouse, rubbing the small of her back. She felt dizzy and out of breath and wonderful.

"Baby, you're really put together nice." He unbuttoned her blouse up the back.

"Not here," she hissed, looking around.

"How am I gonna kiss those little tits of yours unless I get this thing off?"

Too weak to resist, Terry let him slip her blouse forward from her shoulders and off of her arms. She knew she was crazy but when Eddy's mouth touched the tiny, thin cup of her training bra, she gasped with pleasure. He was trying to get the catch loose in back.

"Just pull the cup down," she moaned, digging her nails into the soldier's neck. Eddy slipped her small, plump breast from its restraints and began to wet it with hot kisses. When her pink nipple was sucked between his teeth, she gave a squeal and her hips plunged instinctively. Eddy gave her a scolding look.

"Shhhhh, somebody's gonna hear us if you carry on like that."

"I can't help it. Ohhh, God, it feels so good, darling." She grabbed his head and pulled him down again. This time she watched the suction of his mouth pull her tit deep. With her blouse removed, Eddy was working up her thigh again with his free hand. She felt him touch the damp band of nylon that pressed tightly against her mound. She moved her hips slightly, pressing down against his finger.

Eddy took her hand and pushed it down between his legs. Teresa was surprised to find that his fly was gaping open. She ad never really touched a man… not like Eddy obviously wanted her to do. But he was already forcing her fingers into the gap and she let him. His cock was inside a tangle of cotton underwear. Nervously she searched for it through the clever folds of the shorts. Did a man really go to that much trouble every time he peed? she wondered.

"Ohhh!" she gasped as her fingers brushed against the rigid shaft. It felt different than she'd imagined. It was throbbing as if powered by some motor inside the meat. And the head flared out huge and hot and spongy. She knew that men were shaped sort of like that, but she'd only glimpsed photos in books before. Now her fingers curled round the real thing and Terry found she could hardly breathe from the excitement.

"I… I didn't know they were so big."

"Not all of 'em are," bragged Eddy, his finger stretching her pantycrotch to one side. Teresa clasped his cock tightly as she felt him sliding that finger up between the hairs of her pussy. As her cunt-slit opened, a flood of her juices washed out over the man's knuckles. He moved his fingers again and this time there was a soft, sucking sound as her butter was smeared across the outer surfaces of her cunt. "Yes, touch there," she gasped.