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The neighbour, continued...So, the next time I saw Michelle (to talk to) was a few weeks after our little episode...I was sitting at the bus stop waiting to go shopping in the city when she strolled up and sat next to me.?Going shopping?? I quizzed. ?Yes? she said. ?Ah, cool, me too? I added with a grin.I apologised again for the other day and she said it was ok; she had enjoyed it and soon after had gone home and made wild passionate sex with Tim, her boyfriend. She did not explain her wanton condition to him and he never asked. She asked if there was a chance of seeing my monster a little closer, as the view the other week wasn?t the best. This brought a chuckle from me and I said, ?You never know your luck.?Now, as much as I consider myself some what of an exhibitionist, it has always only ever included Sandy, up until the other week when Michelle arrived on the scene. Exposing myself in open public, not gonna happen......Michelle slid along the seat at the bus stop and raised her left leg, resting it along the seat. This gave me an unobstructed view up her short skirt. She lowered a hand and pulled one side of her loose, somewhat worn out panties aside. Her cunt looked to be quite wet already. Has she been planning for something like this to happen all along?She asked me to ?Take it out, please.?It was still quite as far as people movement goes, only old Mrs. Jones was outside, foraging around the front garden, which was straight opposite the bus stop. The poor old dear was almost blind by all accounts so I guessed we were safe for now.As I was only in shorts and a T-shirt this morning (still suffering the long hot summer) I gently pushed the waistband down, exposing my soft 6 incher. I had started shaving down there for clearer viewing, fuck knows why cause it was driving me crazy...Michelle?s eyes lit up, she look pleased to see I was willing to play along with her game. She inserted two fingers into her cunt and began rubbing her clit. Her moistness oozed as she played, showing that she was not going to pretend here, she was serious. I started a slow stroking action, sliding my ample foreskin down the shaft then back up over the large head. At the tip, I stretched it as much as I could; it easily stretches about an inch and a half over the tip when I?m not fully hard.Slowly I stroked, not wanting to get too worked up too quickly, this was going to be an exciting morning and I wanted nothing more than türbanlı tokat escort to prolong the excitement for us both. Michelle was making quite audible ?sloshing? noises now, her cunt looked glorious with her juices matting her hair as she worked. I was worried she?d squirt and cum too soon, but she new her limits and eased down.It soon become evident what slowed her.....a young girl had arrived at the bus stop. The town shopping bus doubles as school bus for the seniors at the local school. This was something I hadn?t planned for, and I admit, I hadn?t given it a second thought.She sat down to my left, and started tapping away on her iPhone. Geez, k**s these days are ruled by technology I thought. She was nonchalant and worked her phone as if there were not any other people around at all. She didn?t even acknowledge us when she sat down. I?m sure she was oblivious to all around her....Soon after, Mrs. Brown showed up to wait on the bus. She is maybe a few years my senior, early 60?s was my best estimate, though no one really knows as she lives a recluse life usually. Unusual to see her at the bus stop at all, let alone out of her house. She?s an attractive lady, well dressed, even on such a hot day. Her knee length skirt covered a shapely pair of legs and ended at a nicely shaped arse. Up top she wore a light summer buttoned blouse. You could see the black lacy bra underneath quite clearly, so this showed she had great taste, in my eyes anyway. LOL. My mind wondered, wondering if she wore matching black lace panties. I marvelled at her shapely figure, for 60 I thought, I can not understand her celibacy.....She never even dated from what I hear. Michelle had noted me drawing in her image and gave me a gentle tap with her foot. I swung my head and was pleased to see she had covered her cunt, holding the front of her skirt down between her legs. My cock, even though safely tucked away, had gone semi on me from ogling Mrs. Brown. Michelle gave me a mock look of anger, but then broke into a wide smile.The bus arrived, 7am sharp, this guy is never late and waits for nobody, so it looked like we were it for this morning. The were about eight others already onboard already, so we filed on, the young girl, Mrs. Brown, then Michelle and me.The young girl went for the back, second last seat. It?s usually too bumpy right in the back. Mrs. Brown surprisingly, went türbanlı tokat escort bayan towards the back as well and sat in the seat in front of the young girl. The others already here were s**ttered close to the front, I guessed they would be first off?Michelle and I grabbed the seat directly opposite Mrs. Brown, Michelle taking the aisle seat. She d****d a leg up over mine, close to my thigh. To my amazement, she then started playing with herself again. I raised my eyes to Mrs. Brown, she had her head in a book, but I noticed her eye darting to her left occasionally....A glance back to the girl left me relieved as she was still in her iPhone, tapping away....Michelle got daring and reached for my shorts. My cock was already at half chub from knowing people ?might see us?.....It was fucking exciting. She snaked her hand inside the waistband and fondled me briefly before dragging its half hard presence into view. As worked up as I was, pre-cum had already leaked into my shorts and left a small stain. Going commando was a good choice. Michelle gently worked my hardening shaft, milking some more pre-cum which she rubbed into my foreskin. Gently, up and down.....I was growing harder by the second.This action had not gone un-noticed....Mrs. Brown who had been happy to steel glances before, was now looking, staring even, wide eyed and mouth open.I thought she was going to reach up and pull the STOP cord, hurl abuse or something that would surely get us thrown off the bus. She didn?t.Mrs. Brown had placed her left hand on her right breast and was gently manipulating her nipple beneath her bra. Her breathing was laboured, and she was actually enjoying the scene being played before her.Michelle?s fondling now had my engorged cock at its full nine inches, pre-cum constantly trickling down the shaft. Even hard, the foreskin covered the giant purple head. She rubbed my cock up and down with increased pace, bringing me closer to the point of no return. She was content to see the outcome of events, and glanced towards Mrs. Brown, tracing my stare, to see what was going on.Mrs. Brown, as pure and demure as she was, was now rubbing her breast, squeezing her nipple beneath her blouse. Her hand had gone in, under her bra. To both our astonishment, Mrs, Browns free hand was rubbing her crotch area. She gently tugged at the cloth of her skirt, inching it up over her knees, türbanlı escort tokat inching it up her silky white legs.I could easily see her black lace panties now, bringing an inward smile to my face.She was vigorously rubbing her clit in a sideways motion; it actually made a very visible lump in the crutch of her panties. The dark pubic hair escaping the sides only heightened my intrigue and wantonness for this woman. Michelle sensed my closeness and motioned with her head towards Mrs. Brown. I knew what she wanted to see and do, and I was curious to see if Mrs. Brown would react wildly, finally hurling stinging abuse at us ?perverts?, or saver what she was about to receive.....I nodded, speaking a low growling whisper saying, ?Yes, now!?Michelle directed a volley of huge spurts of my thick cum towards Mrs. Brown. Rope after rope after rope, it was one of the most intense moments I can recall ever having.The first shot startled poor old Mrs. Brown, but did not deter her from her sheer enjoyment. She had been rubbing het clit so hard that she was close herself, I helped get her over the edge and she came, squirting her on love juice over the seat in front.Four or five shots made their mark, her skirt and legs copping the brunt. The last seven or eight shots continued to cover the spare seat and the aisle between us, Michelle draining the last few onto her own lap, and then rubbed it into her wet cunt.I think we were all surprised, and embarrassed to see the young girl behind Mrs. Brown, was now standing.....eyes wide open in shock. She had witnessed the whole sordid mess and was as if frozen, standing unmoved. Her eyes darted between me and Mrs. Brown, desperately looking for an explanation....Then, she convulsed, dropping to her knees, she flung her body back as a rush of fluid escaped her panties.Michelle jumped to her aid, holding her tightly as an intense orgasm gripped her young body. She settled, got up, cast a look of amazement at the three of us and scurried towards the door of the bus. Thankfully we were at the end of the run, school first, then 5 minutes down the road and we all disembarked.Mrs. Brown had returned her skirt to her knees; though there were some very obvious cum stains that everyone would be able to see. Michelle and I followed her off the bus and walked the opposite direction to her. My mind was racing, my cock was still hard. Tormenting me and not willing to let things lay...Michelle and I quickly found a more secluded spot near a garden car park.I whipped out my cock and blasted another 10 ropes across her face and chest.After cleaning up as best we could, we parted ways and continued shopping. My return trip on the bus was uneventful and my mind again began to wander, wondering if this morning will ever repeat itself.....