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The Bus rides by George Wheeler


The Bus rides

By George Wheeler

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I always went by bus to work â€" and back home. I enjoyed the look at the city and the people in it from behind the big windows.

Sometimes I also liked to be the one attracting attention.

On such days I would for instance dress myself in black ankle length leather boots, very tight black leather pants, a black T-shirt, and a short black leather jacket.

Usually, I wear my hair in a man bun but on such days, I would let it down. My hair is a bit on the long side swinging and swaying below my ass â€" thick, blond, wavy locks ending in a perfect straight cut line around my knees. I took a lot of pride in my mane. I had been growing it since I was 16 â€" and now at 34 years old it grazed all my back in a dense blond carpet.

I loved my long hair. Loved to care for it, caress it, cum in it, brush it, braid it, putting it up in two giant pigtails, curling it â€" in fact all the nice things I could imagine I did to and with my mane.

Needless to say, I got a HUGE hard on admiring the length and beauty of my long blond hair in the floor to ceiling mirrors I had placed all around my bedroom so I could watch and enjoy my pride and glory from every angle.

This morning I dressed up in my all-black outfit and brushed out my long blond mane down all around me â€" the contrast between the black leather jacket and black leather pants and my thick blond straight carpet of hair down to my knees made a most thrilling and exciting â€" and most of all magnificent and beautiful sight.
I got an instant rock hard on and had to exhibit extreme restraint not to release my pants and satisfy myself.

Already on my way to the bus I attracted a lot of attention â€" and reactions. Some positive many negative â€" in particular from women! I tried to ignore them the best I could and reached the bus stop where I queued up. Behind me were to women. They talked openly about my look: "OMG did you ever see anything more disgusting than that?". "No thank God. Horrendous. If he was my husband, he would find himself in the barber chair in no time". And so, they kept on until the bus finally arrived.

As I entered the bus, I felt a strong grip on my hair and my head was pulled back. It hurt immensely. I tried to turn my head, but the grip was so firm I couldn’t move my head. "You should get a haircut sissy boy" a woman whispered in my ear. "You look horrific with that mane". With those words she let go of my mane and I hurried down the back of the bus and found a seat.

I was both upset and scared by the manhandling of my crowning glory and gathered all my hair in front of me and placed it in my lap.
I kept my hair close to me when I left the bus and all the way to the office.

When I finished work, I returned to the bus stop and entered my bus. This time without problems or negative comments.

I sat down and started to relax â€" and slowly my excitement about my outfit and my mane started to rise. I grabbed my giant mane, lifted it very high above my head â€" and let it down behind the back of my seat. My wonderful hair tumbled down to the floor like a waterfall. I closed my eyes and settled down.

I almost fell at sleep when I felt a very gentle almost imperceptible grip on my mane. At first, I wasn’t sure whether my hair had been touched or not. But then the tug became a bit stronger and this time I was in no doubt. Immediately my cock awoke.

I felt excited and at the same time a bit uneasy. But the person sitting behind me kept pulling my long blond waterfall hair very gently and caressed it ever so cautiously. My giant mane was gathered into an immensely thick ponytail and pulled â€" this time quite hard. I almost came in my pants.

I didn’t say anything. Neither did the person behind me. I didn’t try to turn around to take a look at the person â€" I just closed my eyes and rubbed the huge bulge in my leather pants.

Suddenly the grip on my giant tail loosened and all my waterfall hair streamed down all over the back of the seat and onto the floor.

I heard the person behind me press the "stop" button and rise from his seat. I expected him to pass my on his way to the door, but he chose the door in the back and when I realized that the person had already left the bus.

I never knew whether it was a man or a woman. When I came home, I was still so excited that I undressed and satisfied myself in less than a minute.

The next day I put on the same outfit but had my huge mane braided in two robe thick blond braids during the night. I unbraided my mane and the result was an enormous blond carpet of huge waves almost covering me from top to my knees. I loved to watch myself in the mirrors hidden behind a giant mass of wavy blond silk â€" and with a huge hard on. Partly because of my pretty girly look partly in anticipation of the bus ride hoping the stranger would appear again.

I didn’t know whom to look for â€" man or woman â€" so I could do little more than once again drop my enormous mane behind me down the back of the seat and hope for the best.

This morning nothing happened. Or rather nothing exciting happened. An elderly woman got on the bus and occupied the seat behind me. She complained loudly and in an aggressive tone of voice about all the "disgusting" hair hanging down in front of her. "Get all that horrible hair out of my way Miss" she said to me! And then she grabbed my lovely wavy mane and started to throw it back all over me! I felt awfully embarrassed and disappointed.

Still, I had the return ride by the bus. I found an empty seat in the back with the seat behind me empty as well.

I sat down and once arranged my giant mane all over the back of the seat â€" this time even more voluminous than the day before because of the braids from last night. I closed my eyes and started to dream of the mysterious stranger turning up.

And suddenly the grip on my mane was there â€" ever so soft and gently that I once again was in doubt whether I felt right or not. But I was right. The person caressed my mane, pulled it gently and gathered it in a giant tail.

My rock-hard cock was at the point of exploding when suddenly the tug on my hair became rhythmic â€" back and forth, back, and forth. At first, I didn’t realize what was going on. But when I heard a very low but very heavy moaning and at the same time an increased speed of pulling my mane, I understood that I was giving a hair job to the person behind me!!!

I rubbed my giant bulge hard and fast and when I heard the person behind me exclaiming a loud moan and the grip on my mane became even more firm, I realized that I had a load of cumditioner shot into my fabulous mane and I came immediately in my pants.

I was so excited that I almost fainted. The grip on my mane loosened and soon after I saw hos the "stop" button was pushed from behind me. This time the person left from the front door. As the person passed my seat I saw an extremely good looking, almost 7 feet tall, muscular guy with a blond crewcut smiling at me. He didn’t say a word. Neither did I. I just smiled back at this wonderful guy.

Over the next couple of weeks, we enjoyed our magic bus rides. I had my back seat friend cum in my braids, in my pigtails. When I had my hair up in a bun, he would loosen it and cum in my huge blond silky waves. I think we both grew addicted to our mutual hair fetish.

Then one day when holding my mane in a very long and very tight thick ponytail he leaned forward and whispered in my ear: "I think it’s time you get a haircut".
Immediately I exploded in my pants!

My face turned all red. My heartbeat like a drum. Shivers went down my spine. I breathed heavily and my stomach ached. I was almost at the point of fainting. From fear and from excitement.

This wonderful, beautiful guy had just opened the gates to one of my best kept secrets: My yearlong fantasy that someday someone who was obsessed with my knee long mane would suggest I had it cut.

To be continued…





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