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Dream Sequence: Magical Party Bus
Dream Sequence: Magical Party Bus OK, I'm wondering if I might have confused you readers with this one. It is a bizarre story in a world where the ordinary rules of physics and behavior are entirely flexible. This is a writing experiment in describing that kind of un-real world. Hopefully I'll tell a story along the way. (Did anyone think this is a real dream? I hope not! Or was it too hard to follow? Not erotic enough?) It started when I was on the bus. It was wasn't crowded but there were a lot of people on the bus. Some of us were in our seats and others were walking around, socializing. There was plenty of room. I think there was a bar. Lots of people were holding drinks. And everyone was in a party mood. We were all dressed well too. It was a weird bus, though. When it would go around a corner instead of turning just from the front of the bus it would kind of flow around it. First the front of the bus would bend at 90 degrees and go around the corner. And the rest of the bus pulled up behind doing the same. It was kind of fun when your part of the bus would get there and bend around the corner. There was a wave of oohs and ahs and high fiving that passed from the front to the back on every turn. I looked up at the front of the bus to see if I could tell where we were going. But the front windshield was a big video screen. Then I noticed the driver. He was an octopus. In grey a bus driver's uniform. Two of his tentacles were steering and two were working the pedals. Two more were holding the game controller that he was playing the video game with. One tentacle was out the driver's side window. I couldn't see what he was doing with it. His eighth tentacle was toying with the right calf of the young woman, a short, lean red head, in the first seat behind him. She hardly seemed to notice as she was turned away, her arms wrapped around the tall, athletic looking guy next to her. As the bus made another turn and the wave of oohs flowed past me, I could see out the side window there were other buses next to us and we all seemed to be going the same way. A buzz of excitement swept through the crowd as they noticed the other buses. The bus began to slow down. The buses on either side of us slowed, too, and I saw that they were getting a little closer to us. As we slowed more the other buses got even closer and the crowd's excitement grew. A woman in the aisle next to me reached out her hands to me. "Come on! Get up! We're almost to the merging," she said. I took her hands and stood up. Now we were moving at a crawl and the buses on either side were close enough to be touching. I moved out into the aisle and looked over my enthusiastic companion. She was a bit taller than me and maybe a bit older with black hair. A bit heavy set yet shapely with a captivating smile and a twinkle in her eye. The bus shuddered as it came to stop just as all the other buses met, touching side to side and<b> bumper to bumper. </font></b>The sides of the buses began to merge. The merged sides opened up and morphed into columns growing taller and pushing up the roofs. The seats turned into tables and chairs and sitting booths. The crowd cheered wildly. Meanwhile the octopus driver was splitting himself in two, half of it becoming a woman and the other half becoming a man. Music started up and some people started dancing. when the merger was done we were in a large building, like a convention hall. The woman who pulled me out of my seat had disappeared into the now much larger crowd. I started walking through the room. There were clusters of people scattered around the room. They all seemed to be doing different things. Some were quite noisy. It reminded me of a casino but it didn't look like they were gambling. I approached one of the clusters to see what it was. There was ring in the center made by brass stanchions and red velvet ropes. There was a gentleman who looked like a croupier standing just outside the circle next to the rope line. Inside that was a large bed and old woman and a very young man were half naked and wrapped in a passionate embrace. His hand was stroking her pussy through her panties, sometimes slipping in from the top and rubbing her, sometimes pulling the crotch aside and fingering her that way. Her hand was inside his boxers stroking his hard cock. The crowd was watching., Some where shouting encouragement. Many were typing into their cell phones. High above the bed, suspended from the ceiling, was a large video tote board. Text was streaming across it. It was all stuff like "Take her panties off and lick her" and "Rub your tits on his cock." I looked around and saw the woman who had pulled me out of my seat was there, typing on her phone. I asked her "What's going on?" "We're bidding story lines for this erotic play. They're doing act two right know and we're bidding for act three." "What do you mean bidding? Do you win anything?" "If your story line is the winner you get to go act it out!" Just then a bell sounded and the video display changed. She said "They're announcing the act 3 winners!" Everyone looked up at the display. It showed a brief synopsis of two story lines, a "his" and a "Hers," with a very creative use of video graphics. It had assimilated everything submitted and processed it into the two story lines. Below that were two lists of names, one of women and the other of men, with percentage scores of how closely they matched the result. The top woman had a score of 68.9 and the top man had a score of 54.7. The woman's cell phone buzzed. "Oh wow!" she said, "It's me! I'm a winner for act 3!" She scurried over to the croupier and showed him her cell phone. A rather large man, tall and broad, also approached and showed the man his cell phone. He opened the velvet rope for them and they went in. The man and woman who had been on the bed came out. They went off into one of the rooms in a row along one wall. The act three winners got to the bed, stripped down and got in, pretty much picking up where the others had left off. It was obvious bidding on act four had started as everyone was busy typing at the phones. A weathered looking old man asked me, "Aren't you going to bid?" I pulled out my cell phone with a puzzled look on my face. "Just text to that number on the board," he said. I typed in "Full frontal massage, tits to pussy" and sent it off. I got a message back, "Enter your ticket number to bid." I asked the guy next to me where I get a ticket number. He looked surprised and a bit stern. "Oh, you don't have a ticket? Well, you have to get one!" He turned and started to walk away. "But where do I get one?" I called out to him. He motioned vaguely over his shoulder as he walked away, "Over there." I looked over in that direction. About 30 feet away a small group was weaving it's way through a rope line. One at time they'd go into a small booth and close the door. A minute later they'd come out a door on the other side holding a ticket. I got in line. Suddenly there was a large clattering and the sound of breaking glass. I opened my eyes. It's not quite dawn yet. I hear the sounds again and realize it's the recycling truck making it's rounds and emptying everyone's bins. It not time to get up yet. Whoa, that was one weird dream I was having! I rolled over on my back and realized I had a big hardon. I let my hand encourage it while I lay back and contemplated the dream... Next: Part Two - The Quest For A Ticket. En-Joy! |
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