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“You make it so hard to stay away from you,” Lyndsey grumbles.
“No, that’s not because of me. That’s because we’re living together on a tiny bus,” I point out.
“We’re not doing anything together!” Lyndsey says defensively.
“We don’t have to be together. We can just, I dunno, exist. I like you. You like me. What if we just acknowledged that, and that was it? No strings attached. No scuttling around to avoid each other and snuff out our obvious attraction,” I suggest.
I can feel the gears turning in Lyndsey’s brain. Finally, she speaks. “Okay, but when I say ‘no strings,’ I mean ‘no strings.’”
“You do tend to say what you mean,” I joke.
“I’m serious, Vince.”
“I know you are! I’m not exactly looking for anything serious either, love. Now, come here,” I say.
Lyndsey flops out of her bunk and crawls into mine, sliding on me hungrily.
I’m already so hard it’s painful as she reaches into my boxers and cups the shaft of my dick, working her hand upward.
The bunk is cramped, hot, and close. I am absorbed in her scent, patchouli, probably. She tastes like the chalky wintergreenorganic toothpaste she keeps in the bathroom, and her hair is soft against my cheek. Lyndsey consumes me, and I’m not complaining.
She winds her hand along the length of my dick, and I grunt in pleasure. I kiss her, sliding my tongue along the back of her teeth as I cup her breasts, playing with one of her nipples. She groans and grinds her pelvis down toward me. The heat radiating off her makes me harder.
It’s clumsy; her elbow bangs on the narrow ceiling of the bunk. We can barely fit, but there’s something so carefree and almost funny about it. I’m fucking the tour manager, and it feels like we’re two camp counselors who snuck off for a quickie.
“Vince,” Lyndsey groans as I kiss her neck. “I want you inside me,” she begs.
“Is that what you were thinking about?” I tease.
“Yeah! Until you interrupted me.” Lyndsey retorts.
“For good reason!”
My hands wander down toward Lyndsey’s ass, and I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. I slip two fingers into her glistening entrance and begin to work her clit until her hips buck with pleasure,
“Vince. I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Lyndsey demands.
Already I know I’ll do anything she asks. I grab a condom from the little net basket on the end of my bunk, slide it on, grab her hips, and position her over me before thrusting upward into her with a grunt, gripping her hips for leverage. A low whine escapes Lyndsey’s throat. I feel her muscles tense, and her toes curl as she tightens around me, riding me hard.
Lyndsey fucks with a level of athleticism that I am unaccustomed to, with frantic quick thrusts that shake the bed as she grips the back of my neck and kisses me. I’m enraptured by her pert tits bobbing as she rides me. I lift my head and lickthe underside of her breasts, taking her nipple in my mouth and pulling until it pebbles.
Lyndsey squirms and I plunge deeper into her, coming with a grunt as I release, drowning in her scent, her sounds, and the feeling of her skin. Lyndsey continues to kiss me before baring down with a grunt and coming, peeling her sweaty body off mine. I look to the left; the curtain that separates the bunk from the rest of the bus is separated from its rod and piled on the floor.
“Did we?” I start.
“Um, there’s no ‘we’ I think that was you.”
“No! It was you! You had your hand in my hair, and your other hand was drifting,” I say.
“No! You had your hand in my hair,” Lyndsey corrects before dissolving into laughter. I peel the condom off and slide it out of my bunk to deposit it into a nearby trash can. When I get back, Lyndsey is already back in her bunk.
“What, you’re not gonna stay?” I joke.
“We both know it’s cramped in there,” she says. I kiss her and realize that Lyndsey Vynse will be the death of me, strings or no strings.
The next morning, I roll out of bed and slip some track shorts on before realizing the bus is empty.
I walk outside and see Lyndsey curled up on a lawn chair in the sun, with a laptop on her lap, wearing sunglasses. She looks as relaxed as she can be while in the middle of work.
