Contributed Story: Bus Blow Job in Venezuela

Posted on 04. Jan, 2011 by in contributed stories, latin america

A gringo buddy in Medellin inked this piece about an adventure during his trip to Venezuela. Enjoy!

I went to Venezuela to file my bullshit visa papers. I was on my way back in a bus from Maracaibo to San Cristobal. I was waiting in line to throw my shit under the bus and I saw a dark venezolana with long, straight black hair in line a few people ahead of me and I’m pretty sure I had a long, straight boner.

I threw my shit to dude packing up the bottom of the bus and I’m ready to depart at midnight for an eight hour bus ride.  Ever seen the inside of a Greyhound Bus? Me neither, but they have to be Air Force One compared to the buses you’ll ride if you’re poor like me and couldn’t afford airfare. The bucket seats hardly recline, and how people sleep in them with the fucking bus shaking and slowing down and stopping all the goddamn time is beyond me.  I discovered the only way to sleep is to get piss drunk.

Board the bus, and there on each side are two seats scrunched together going back maybe twenty rows.  Convenience over comfort – a ubiquitous theme in South America.  I reach my row about midway through and sitting in the window seat next to my aisle seat is none other than exotic dark princess I was leering at like a sex offender waiting to check my bag.

I instantly realized how lucky I was when I sat down and she tilted her head over and said hi and asked how I was doing.  It developed into mild get-to-know-you conversation. You’re a distributor for a manufacturer? They must like you a lot to ship you around in this fine mode of transportation. You’re single? Me too! After a little of this bullshit we’re alerted they have to change a light on the bus and everybody gets off and goes back in the terminal to wait out the time-consuming process of headlight replacement.

It was great because me and exotic dark princess waited together, looking through each other’s pictures and exchanging Facebook addresses. When it was time to board, she reached in her bag and offered me her extra blanket. We got back in our seats and kept talking, lights had been turned down and at one point I turned sideways facing the window and she turned sideways towards me and we kept talking.

After awhile I just went for it, leaning in for the kiss with her accepting graciously. We made out slow at first, then it got a little deeper. Hands started moving, and there this hot thing is, unbuckling my pants and seeing what she can find on a bus packed with people who haven’t even had time to fall asleep.

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I’m thinking ok, sweet, a hand job on a bus packed with people in Venezuela, this should make a good story. Then as I took my hand from one of her tits up to her neck, she takes my fingers into her mouth and just starts sucking on them like she wanted to go under my blanket. I raised up a little, opened the side of my blanket towards her and sure enough, she did want to go under my blanket!

Could anybody paying any attention in the bus see and know what was going on? Of course. Did I care? Hell no, I was oblivious. After about 5 minutes of bliss I blew a top 5 nut of my life, which she swallowed down like daddy’s little angel and stayed down for another minute for good measure, making me practically have seizures. Fighting my urge to tell her thanks and roll over towards the aisle and go to sleep,  we keep running our hands over each other and acting like two fuck demons possessed by the unholy.

Before long she strokes up boner numero dos and before long I’m opening my blanket like a kind gringo for her to come in from the Venezuelan heat to my under blanket penis oven. How could she resist? Damn she was good. Close to ten minutes later I mercifully nut again, because it had to be like fear factor under that blanket in the ridiculous heat. I really had her going.

We’re both tired at this point, and she turns into me and we spoon for quite some time. I’m slowly playing with her pussy, which was nice and shaved and didn’t feel like it had been too beat to hell. Not that I cared, really. She’s earned high marks with me. After awhile, she starts grinding her ass into me, and I start telling her I want to fuck her just like this, and like I used the force I felt her jeans start falling all the way down and felt her warm, firm, bubble ass start into my crotch, which had nothing covering it either after I pulled my pants to my ankles.

I kept her grinding into me for a minute more because goddamn, I’m 28, third boners aren’t as easy as they were when I was 18. I hadn’t gotten the condom wrapper open yet when all of a sudden during one of the frequent inexplicable stops all the lights come on and I’m suddenly aware of everyone else on the bus. I figured ok, driver had enough, he’s kicking me off and I’ll gladly walk for two or three days the rest of the way on the satisfaction I received on his fine bus.

We’re both struggling to get our pants up under our blankets which are entangled at this point, belts jingling. I notice it’s not the driver coming back towards us, but a Venezuelan soldier checking IDs. This pretty much killed it, as me and chick dozed off more or less the rest of the trip. We hugged at the San Cristobal terminal and, being the smart girl she is, she knew there wasn’t going to be any goodbye kiss. I picked up my bag from under the bus, doubled back to go find a cab when I noticed the driver of the bus looking at me. When he caught my eye he gave me a grin that said it all, and I just grinned back.

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12 Responses to “Contributed Story: Bus Blow Job in Venezuela”

  1. jferg419

    10. Jan, 2011

    i sure am having fun reading about your adventures…….this contributed story is really most any man’s ideal dream in words……i don’t believe for an instant that some lucky guy scored like that!! what a great storyteller your friend is

  2. AgreeToDisagree

    13. Mar, 2011

    Love the laws in Venezuela. I’d migrate there perhaps, though for other reasons Brazil is more suitable for my health (from what I think I know anyway) . . . who knows, I may give a shot at Brickfields and other zones . . .

    http://prostitution.procon.org/view.resource.php?resourceID=000772

    The issue is the ‘psi’ factor behind it all, perhaps linked with geo-magnetism and perhaps something deeper in the context of . . . Earthquakes or generation, even control of the same (if not machine based)???

    Is public sex (on the bus or wherever) with a beautiful hooker something done without strings? Or are there laws protecting one’s sexual ‘soul’ as it were as well?

    Don’t want to scare you readers, as the years past, I become more aware of a rather vicious undercurrent (if not entirely contrived by a massive bout of well coordinated playacting in response to my brand of open activism on RLDs) in occurance of the exchange of sex.

    Well hereabouts where I am anyway it appears to be a zero-sum game nominally – though Venezuela might be an entirely different place of course. Any response to this? But should definitely take a look once unresolved matters here are resolved . . .

  3. Austin

    19. Apr, 2011

    To “AgreeToDisagree”…. what in…… theeee hell….. did you just post? You are trying waaaaay to hard to sound smart, and it made no sense whatsoever…. haha

  4. Ren

    31. May, 2011

    BULLSHIT!

  5. g.e.murphy

    09. Jun, 2011

    sounds fair bro but you wouklld have earned eternal points had you kissed her good-bye

  6. Rodney

    31. Jul, 2011

    Liked the story, read the whole thing…sounded like one of my Church camp adventures….

  7. Alberto

    11. Sep, 2012

    Sorry, I have to agree with the comments here… A load of crap.

  8. Ed Jackson

    18. Feb, 2013

    Boys, I’m reading this from Thailand.

    I recently did a 2 hour bus trip from Pattaya to Bangkok. A little dark honey-bunny sat next to me.

    I speak the local language a bit & she spoke some English. It was dark & she whipped out some lotion & gave me a nice tug session.

    I guess she did it just for the hell of it…..She did it quite well though.

  9. Boy Toy (Thomas)

    16. Mar, 2013

    Wow. That was hot. I need to take more bus rides!
    Women are awesome 😀

  10. Kevin Post

    08. Aug, 2014

    “I saw a dark venezolana with long, straight black hair in line a few people ahead of me and I’m pretty sure I had a long, straight boner.”

    “After about 5 minutes of bliss I blew a top 5 nut of my life…”

    Standing ovation my friend. If I were in charge I would have given this article the Newbery Award.

  11. Kevin Post

    08. Aug, 2014

    But in all seriousness, when my then girlfriend (who is now my wife) gave me a bus blow job in Colombia I knew she was the one.

  12. Fuss

    30. Jan, 2015

    Greatest story of all time.

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