The Bus Driver Watched Us and We Didn’t Stop

It’s been almost five years since I last wrote anything for this page, but this afternoon I started rereading old stuff and something inside me lit up. For those who don’t know me, my name is Camila, I’m twenty-seven years old, and when I was twenty-two I published a couple of experiences that marked me deeply. Since then I’ve lived dozens more, each one hotter than the last.

I’ve been in a relationship for three years with a good guy, patient and sweet, but unfortunately pretty boring in bed. We haven’t had sex in months and for me, who has always been a horny woman, that’s become a silent torture. I’m older now, my priorities have changed, and I’d rather hold out than be unfaithful to someone who may someday be my husband. I don’t see anything wrong, however, with sharing what I lived before him, as a reminder of those nights when I didn’t give a damn about anything.

I’m still a pretty girl, pale, with a pair of big tits and a round ass that never stopped giving me something to talk about. My face has sharpened over the years and by now I feel like a grown woman, fully cooked. I live in Rosario, where I graduated, where I’m doing my master’s degree, and where I work Monday through Friday. I share the apartment with my partner, who is a good guy even if he no longer knows how to turn me on. But before I got here, I did a lot of things that I still have a hard time believing.

Today I want to tell you what happened one January night a few years ago, when I ran into an ex at a bar and we ended up fucking in the street while a bunch of people watched us.

***

I’ve always been very twisted, the couples I had before can confirm that. Back then I had recently broken up with Mateo, a guy who had been my boyfriend for a few months and who made a point of cheating on me every time he got the chance. I wasn’t far behind: I got my revenge in the beds of several of his friends.

That night I had gone out with two girls from college to grab a drink in Pichincha. It was sticky hot, exams were over, and I couldn’t stop messaging strangers on the apps, looking for some new summer entertainment. I was wearing a black denim skirt that barely covered my ass and, with any gust of wind, left everything on display. Up top I had put on a lace top, and on my feet a pair of low-heeled sandals.

We went into a dark bar, ordered drinks, and shouted over the music so we could hear each other. I was having a good time until I saw him. Mateo was at the other end of the room with three friends, a shirt half open and long shorts. He was laughing with a beer in his hand and for a second I froze, staring at him.

What were the chances of running into him at a bar we had never gone to together? I hid it as best I could so my friends wouldn’t notice and kept up the conversation, but something had been set off in me. I told them I was going to the bar to get another round and walked over slowly, knowing his eyes were following me.

At the bar, while the guy was making the drinks, a gorgeous blond guy came up to me. Tall, with perfect teeth and a crooked smile. He said something I didn’t catch over the noise and I motioned for him to lean in close to my ear. He whispered that I was very pretty and that he wanted to buy me a drink. I accepted, flirtatious, put a hand on his chest, laughed louder than necessary, and caught sight out of the corner of my eye of how Mateo clenched his jaw from the other end.

The blond helped me carry the glasses back to the table and introduced himself. His name was Tomás. When the music got lower, my friends, laughing, pushed me onto the dance floor in the center. Tomás and I danced for a good while. He spun me around, pressed me against his bulge, whispered things in my ear and, with the pads of his fingers, brushed the edge of my skirt, driving me crazy. It didn’t take long before we started kissing. Underneath the skirt I could already feel my thong soaked through.

We moved to a darker corner of the bar and I had almost forgotten about Mateo, but there he was, no longer laughing. He was staring straight at me. Tomás had his hands under my skirt, running over my ass without trying to hide it. I could feel his rock-hard bulge against my leg and I was thinking about pulling it out right there. Just as I slipped my hand into his pants and started stroking his dick, a heavy hand dropped onto my shoulder.

I jumped.

—I need to talk to you —Mateo said, his voice sharp.

—I have nothing to talk to you about —I answered, giving Tomás a provocative look.

—I don’t think what you’re doing is funny, Camila.

—What am I doing? —I asked with a smile.

—Cut the bullshit. Fix your skirt, I’m taking you home. You’re drunk.

Tomás didn’t understand what was going on, and when he tried to pull Mateo’s hand off my arm, Mateo caught him by surprise and punched him hard in the stomach. Tomás doubled over, out of breath.

—Are you crazy? —I shouted at him.

—I’m sick of this show. We’re leaving.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the bar before I could look for my friends. Once on the sidewalk, I yanked free with a quick slap.

—You were doing it on purpose to provoke me —he said, breathless.

—You and I are nothing anymore. I’m free to do whatever I want.

—I couldn’t watch that guy manhandle you and do nothing.

—You had your chance and you fucked it up.

He didn’t let me finish. He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me with all the weight of the nights we had shared. His hands still knew exactly where to squeeze. When we pulled apart, his brown eyes were looking at me like in the old days.

—Come home with me —he said—. I need to make you mine tonight.

He knew exactly what to say. I followed him. I forgot about my friends, the blond from the bar, everything. We walked a couple of blocks to the bus stop, stopping every two steps to kiss against whatever wall was there. It was almost three in the morning.

***

There was no one at the stop. He took advantage of that to cover my neck in kisses while he squeezed my tits over my top. When the bus arrived, it was practically empty. We went to the back, trying to stay out of the rearview mirror’s line of sight. The bus lights were dim, we were both a little drunk, and at that hour the whole night felt like it belonged to us.

I pulled his dick out of his pants without thinking. That dick I knew like no other. I spit on it a little to play around and started jerking him off the way I knew he liked it: slow and firm at first, speeding up little by little. He tugged my hair, soft, rough. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he grabbed my wrist.

—Not much longer, let’s stop —he murmured.

I laughed. When he pulled up his zipper, I looked up and met the bus driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He was blatantly watching us. He wasn’t looking at the street, he was looking at us. I felt goose bumps all over my skin.

—Look —I whispered to Mateo—. He won’t take his eyes off us.

Mateo turned his head slightly and smiled to one side. He knew me. He knew that turned me on like few things did. When he hit the stop button to get off, the driver said:

—What an asshole, look at the girl you picked up. She’s got a whore’s face.

Mateo looked at me. I took a deep breath. Without saying a word, he pulled my top down, leaving my tits bare, and bent down to suck one nipple. The driver, who was watching us through the rearview mirror, left one hand on the steering wheel and with the other started jerking himself over his pants. I held his gaze. He was an older man, gray-haired, with a red face and uneven breathing.

The idea of a stranger watching me while my ex sucked my tits had me about to explode.

When we reached our stop, the driver took his time opening the doors.

—Let me touch your tits, just once —he asked.

I looked at him slowly. Then I looked at Mateo.

—Sorry —I told the driver—. Only he gets to do whatever he wants with me. You can watch.

The guy let out a sigh that stayed in my head for weeks. He opened the doors and we got off two blocks from Mateo’s place, me with my tits still out and my skirt pushed aside. The street was deserted. We walked half a block and I told him I couldn’t take it anymore.

—Put it in me already —I told him—. Here, now.

—We’re two blocks from home.

—I don’t care. I want you to fuck me in the street.

***

That lit his eyes up. He spun me around, shoved me against the side wall of a building and lifted my skirt. He pulled out his rock-hard dick and drove the tip into me. I was so wet it slid in all at once. I let out a deep moan that echoed off the empty walls.

—How I missed having you inside me —I told him, moving my ass to feel him deeper.

—What a slut you are. How I missed this wet cunt.

He fucked me slow but very hard, each thrust stronger than the last. He tugged my hair to the rhythm of the penetrations and whispered in my ear how much he liked making me his little whore.

We saw the lights of a car approaching. We quickly adjusted and pretended to be talking while the car passed beside us. Two guys inside whistled, laughed, and shouted something at us that we couldn’t make out. As soon as they drove off, we picked up again.

We walked another block. We were halfway home. When Mateo went for the key, it slipped and fell to the floor. I, not about to miss that chance, bent down to pick it up very slowly, giving him a full view of my ass, my cunt, all of it. Before I could straighten up I felt his hand gripping my waist.

He dragged me against a tree across from the sidewalk, right under a streetlamp. I opened my legs slightly and leaned forward, holding onto the trunk. He started sliding into me harder and harder. I moaned without restraint. He slapped my ass, my skin burning where his hand landed. He pulled my hair and told me all sorts of things. I was out of my mind.

I begged him to fuck me all the way, told him I was his little slut, that I missed his dick. I felt it twitching, throbbing, and I knew he was about to come.

—Fill my cunt —I begged him—. Fill me up. Let me drip with your cum, come on, keep going, just like that. I love having all of you inside me.

That made him explode. He filled me completely with a thick, hot liquid. He slipped a finger into me and let me taste it, looking straight into my eyes. I spread my legs wider so he could see it dripping onto the sidewalk where I lived. A light turned on in a window on the first floor across the street. I didn’t get to see whether anyone was there, but my heart sped up even more.

I still hadn’t come, and if there was one thing I had to give my ex credit for, it was that he knew how to leave me like that. He opened the door to his house and we went in silently, without turning on any lights. I knew that place by heart. I told him I was still horny, that I was enjoying the outdoors theme. His eyes lit up. Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me to the stairs that went up to the terrace.

***

It was a beautiful terrace, with a barbecue area where we had once cooked together and two wooden lounge chairs for sunbathing. He picked me up by my ass and sat me on one of the chairs, spreading my legs. His dick was still hard despite everything. He started kissing every inch of me. He took my top off and threw it into some corner. He squeezed my tits, buried his face between them, drowned in them.

Then he went down. On his knees on the floor, he started licking my cunt the way only he knew how. I moaned with my head thrown back. The full moon lit up the entire terrace. I thought about the neighbors in the nearby buildings, the lit windows, who might be watching. The idea made me arch my back.

I felt the orgasm climb.

—Don’t stop —I begged—. I’m about to come.

He kept going, slipped two fingers into me, told me he wanted me to come on his face. I writhed, screamed, until I finally came. My clit was throbbing and I felt spasms throughout my whole body. Mateo stood up and sat down beside me, gave me a kiss on the forehead.

—You’ve got such a delicious cunt —he murmured—. I love how tight it gets when you come.

His dick was still standing like a mast. I got up, told him to get comfortable, and climbed on top facing him, taking him into a cunt that was already blown out. I knew it was going to be quick because neither of us could hold out anymore. I started bouncing on him, leaning back slightly so he could see my tits bouncing in the moonlight. He held my hips and matched my rhythm.

I had another orgasm with his dick still inside me, and the contractions of my cunt made him come again a few minutes later. He stayed inside me until his erection went soft and I collapsed onto his chest. We looked at the stars for a long while, both of us full of fluids and still a little drunk. He fell asleep. I went down to shower.

In the bathroom I washed off the sticky skin, washed my hair, detangled it patiently. I put on one of his T-shirts and one of my thongs that had been left in the drawer. I went back up to the terrace, my damp hair smelling like apple. I woke him up to go down and we slept wrapped around each other all night.

The next morning, sober, we went over what we had done. I knew it was wrong to go back. But there was something about his brown skin, his firm body, that simply got me going. We never got back together, but more than once we met up to take care of the hunger. When we ran into that driver again during the day, on the same route, we smiled at each other like two idiots.

I hope you enjoyed this memory with my ex, who may have cheated a thousand times but knew exactly how to touch me. If you want me to keep telling more, let me know in the comments. Thanks to everyone for reading me.