Connecting Bus

Kent yawned and leaned his head on the side of the bus, zipping up his jacket. He was sitting in the second last row so that he could see most of the rest of the bus in front of him while still getting a view out the window. The interchange station was buzzing with activity as travellers looked up at the long looming vehicles around them. Each face had a different degree of confidence, confusion, hopefulness and helplessness depending how seasoned a traveller they were. A very relaxed pair of backpackers were seated on a bench in front of a bright red bus parked next to Kent's. The guy was seated on the bench anyway, his female friend was seated on his cock. He had his trousers down to his ankles, she didn't have any pants on at all but still had her hiking boots on somehow. She rode him lazily, kissing his neck and giggling as he whispered his favorite national parks and mountain trails into her ear, detailing each landmark he was going to fuck her at. Most people wandering around the stop ignored the public lovemakers. Some of the already seated passengers did watch them through the windows of their buses, just as Kent was doing now. He shifted the hardening lump in his pants but didn't want to jerk off on the bus with two hours still left on his trip.

Kent turned his attentions to the airconditioned interior instead, fully clothed passengers shuffling down the aisle as they shoved their luggage into whatever free space was available overhead. The bus was about halfway full now, and he was glad his initial bus had gotten here a little earlier than the rest. He had been one of the first people let on when the doors were opened. Behind him in the back row were a pair of men in matching blue business shirts and black trousers. They wore different coloured ties, but were quite easily distinguishable from each other as one was probably in his early twenties while the other was a gruffer forty-something with greying temples.

"You missed out, man," said the younger one in the green tie, picking up their conversation after stopping to admire a blonde milf of a woman stepping onboard and disappointingly seating herself near the front of the bus. "That Korean chick, Jan Chae? Woof. The filth that came out of her mouth... it was a brilliant play." The older man with the blue silk tie with red stripes shrugged, lowering his thermos and feeling the hot coffee scald its way down his throat.

"Asians aint really my thing," he said with a gravelly voice, much to the dismay of his junior.

"She would definitely change your tune about that," said Green Tie. "God I'd love to fuck her. Those legs, man. Look!" He offered the screen of his phone up to his colleague's bemused face, an action shot of Chae basically nude save for a coloured armband of some kind. The older man shrugged again. "Wow. You just don't understand..." Green Tie finished, gaze drifting into the middle distance wistfully.

"I understand the line goes around two city blocks," said Red Striped Tie before taking another sip of his searing beverage.

"What line?" perked Green Tie, Kent's ears perking up as well. Red Stripe took his sweet time taking a long drag of coffee, savoring the bitterness and his travelmate's twitchy impatience.

"I heard the Korean teams like to fuck their fans, especially on international tours," he said finally, the revelation making Green Tie squeak. "Yep. There's a line of horny fans waiting for hours outside the hotel they're staying at in Toronto."

"Shit really?" Green Tie said, almost getting to his feet he was so excited. "I think they're coming down to the states next month to play the Pronghorns! Fuck I gotta take some time off..." and his voice trailed, mind obviously now preoccupied with the image of the pristine Janice Chae of South Korea having an unending line of ravenous fans run a train on her in her hotel room. Kent was definitely smiling at those same thoughts. His imagining was interrupted as a shadow passed over his faraway expression and a fellow passenger pointed to the empty space next to him.