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The Longest Ride (18+)

Written by Edymaniac

The storm was sudden and violent, sending all of us hurrying to gather our stuff from the beach. The guests of the resort scrambled for the bus, a driver ready to take us back to the hotel. I lined up behind Jumoke, my cousin, her mother not far behind us as we started climbing into the vehicle. It was obvious there were more people than seats and I wondered how long those left behind might have to wait for another ride.

I tried to support myself, protecting my cousin from the push of bodies pressing forward, people seeking shelter out of the wind and rain. Taller than her by a head, I had a very clear view over her shoulder, my eyes drawn to the deep cleavage in front of me, her sweet light-skinned body more than enough to make any man take a second look. Placing my hand on her hip, I helped her up into the bus, the soft feel of her skin hot to my touch as I tried to ignore the hour glass curve of her body. Sliding next to her in the second row, she flashed me a worried smile.

“Oyah begin dey lap o!!” someone called from outside and I looked at my cousin, shrugging as she stood up and I slid underneath her, her bikini covered ass resting lightly on my swim trunk covered lap. She turned so that she leaned against the window, her body twisted so that she could see my face and talk comfortably.

“Oh good, you guys found a spot,” I heard Aunt Yemi say, her voice filled with relief as she found a seat at the back of the bus. Our family vacation, extended to include aunts, uncles, cousins and even a grandparent, was in full action, much of my mom’s side joining us for our annual vacation to the Obudu Cattle Ranch Resort.

“Yeah mom, we’re fine,” Jumoke said, bouncing just the tiniest bit, but way too much for my taste. Her eighteen year old body was light, barely a burden, but it was the round curves of her cute ass behind I’d already noticed that had me worried now. From my close vantage point I could see the goose bumps form on her arms, a bit of wondering confusion setting into my mind. The ride to the hotel was a thirty minute affair on a sunny day; with the roads congested with people fleeing the storm, how much longer would it take now?

I smiled weakly at her, trying not to be obvious in checking her out, though not enough to stop. She looked at me with an inquisitive smile, holding my gaze until I looked away, embarrassed by the way I was being forced to fight my body’s reaction to our closeness. I tried to find a place for my hands, but the only place that felt comfortable was atop her thighs, so with a sigh I set them down on her.

“You okay, Ed?” Jumoke asked me, her eyes sparkling brightly in the settling gloom, her hand grasping my wrists and pulling them up higher on her legs.

“Yeah,” I croaked, my voice breaking as it hadn’t since I was twelve. Jumoke’s giggle was sweet and I felt myself smile. Here I was, twenty years old, my cousin sitting on my lap and I was acting like a love sick teenager. At least her mother would never know my condition.

The bus doors were shut, the dark windows opened at the bottom, letting in a bit of air as we rumbled forward, joining the trail of buses heading up the stormy road back to the main strip of hotels. Everything seemed to be going fine until the gentle rocking of the bus caused my sexy cousin to press on my lap, her ass pressing ever harder into my groin. The softness of her body had a predictable effect and sooner than I had feared, my hard dick was poking her in her behind.

She turned to look at me, a curious look on her face and then as lightning flashed I could clearly see that she was smiling deceitfully. Our eyes locked, and I tried to convey my apologies, but I think my concerned look only indicated that I was in danger of losing control. Her fingers began to caress my hand, tracing across them lightly, adding to my dilemma.

“Where is your towel?” Jumoke whispered. “I’m cold.”

My towel was underneath me and I had to push up off the seat to reach it. After much twisting and turning, I finally pulled the towel out and handed it to her, sitting back down, a bit panting from the effort. The couple next to us only gave us a dark look as we seemed to interrupt their nap as they clung to one another.

Jumoke covered the towel over her lap, concealing our hands and everything below, including much of my body. Her hands once again took hold of mine and as I tried to concentrate on the rain soaked road through the window, she began to slowly twist back and forth. At first I thought she was trying to find a more comfortable spot, but I soon realized she was happy right where she was. The feel of my dick pressed against her ass making her eyes flutter beneath closed lids, as I felt her pull my hand higher onto her thighs.

“Ooh,” a woman groaned near us, though I couldn’t tell who. There were some soft chuckles and then it repeated again, along with the sound of a very wet kiss. The sky was black as night now, the only light the reflection of the headlights off the bus in front of ours. I could barely make out any details of our fellow passengers, the soft sounds sexier in the darkness.

“Ah ah now, stop this now,” an unknown man said, more nervous laughing following.

All was quiet for a few minutes, our vehicle inching forward through the driving rain. The sound of clothes being rustled started low and slow, but soon, as everyone hushed to make out the noise, it became clearer and more pronounced. Someone, a man, I guessed, was starting to breathe heavier in time with the soft whisper of skin rubbing against material.

“Seriously,” the man’s voice warned again.

“Shut up, Mr. Man!” a woman chastised. “all these Igbo people. Think they always make the rules.”

There were some grumbling agreements with the woman’s words and it seemed as if whoever had objected would not speak up again. The rustling continued, joined by more soft whimpers from the woman. It was only a few minutes when a distinct aroma started to fill the stuffy bus. My nose twitched, as I had smelled this scent only once before. It wasn’t exactly what I remembered, but it was close enough that I could recognize the smell of a woman’s arousal permeating the air.

I felt Jumoke’s soft moan, her body vibrating atop mine as her almost inaudible sound escaped her throat. She pulled against my hand, dragging it across the top of her thighs until the tips of my fingers were pressed up against the edge of her swimming suit bottom. She squeezed her legs together, her soft thigh pushing against my fully enlarged dick which was now pressed up against my stomach.

My heart began to race as my mouth dried up. I licked my lips, trying to return moisture to my mouth as what my cousin was doing was sending me signals I knew couldn’t possibly be true. Unfortunately, my dick seemed to know that her sweet ass was right on the other side of my bathing suit and was doing its best to escape. No matter how much I might try to deny my attraction to her because she was my cousin, my body knew better.

There seemed to be more rustling noises around us as more people seemed to be inspired by the unknown woman. The shadow of the couple on the front passenger seat left no doubt that they were busily smooching, their mouths opening and closing steadily as they kissed deeply. I even felt some shifting by the pair next to us and I wondered if I had felt the man’s hand slip around to cup his partner’s ass.

The driver, sensing a shift in the bus, turned on the radio; soft music drowning out some of the noise the passengers were generating. Once again, Jumoke took hold of my hand, my fingers now being pushed between her slowly spreading thighs, the heat of her body intense. The seam of her bikini was thick against the pad of my index finger, the soft skin of her leg pressing against the back of my hand.

I looked up at her, searching her eyes for some confirmation what she wanted, but she still had them closed. With a shabby breath, I braced myself, hoping against hope that I was right and not suddenly going to be hearing a scream coming from my cousin. Pushing forward, I slipped my finger underneath her bikini just above her pussy. I heard her suck in air softly through her lips, her body tensing as I pulled the material away, sliding them a fraction of an inch so that I could maneuver my fingers to her pussy.

Jumoke, sitting perpendicular across my lap, reached over and slid her hand across the swell my cock was making in my trunks. Her fingers slid up and down my shaft slowly, exploring the feel of my dick, squeezing it tenderly. I let out a low groan as if we were completely alone, my face immediately burning with shame as the passengers laughed, someone even whistling loudly.

“That very good,” said the familiar woman’s voice. “Glad to hear someone else is having a good time while we are stuck here.”

Jumoke’s hand had frozen during the noise, but she quickly resumed as she realized no one would know who had done it. I, my fear declining quickly, slipped two fingers underneath her, the wetness of her sweet pussy guiding me to her entrance. It seemed as if I had touched a honey pot that had been warmed over gentle heat, I slipped into her easily, my fingers making a soft splash as they pushed past her puffy lips.

 

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