I was eighteen and she was likely two or three years younger than I was. The bus that we were on was travelling overnight to Vancouver and we were due to arrive there in the morning. She was travelling with her younger brother and we had stopped in Banff and that was where we first got to speak to one another. She was cuter than most girls I had met, a petite blonde wearing a just pair of loosely fitting shorts and an open blouse that made her comfortable for the twelve hour trip ahead of us. She was gorgeous to my eye and started flirting just a little and then when we got back upon the bus I sat across from them.
We were really getting along well. I was intrigued by everything about her, her gorgeous eyes, the way she talked, her bra it seemed was taken off to make her comfortable and depending on the way she moved my eyes beheld the cutest t*ts I’d ever seen before!
Her brother then went to sleep and she was soon sitting next to me, snuggling up, and as we kissed my hand slipped down inside her blouse, feeling the soft skin of her small breasts, her nipples well developed as I felt them strengthen to my touch. She kissed passionately, using her tongue as few girls I have known, not faltering for a moment as my hand began to rub her belly and then slipped down inside her shorts, opening her thighs for me to feel her. It was obvious that what we did was not new to her, her virginity already taken, her cl*toris responding as my finger teased the narrow entrance of her sex. My penis strengthened, my body overwhelmed by lust and need.
A blanket now covered the lower portion of our bodies, allowing for her hand to take my p*nis out and play with it, causing for its strength to grow in size, and then quite soon her shorts and panties were removed, our legs like scissors, wrapped together, trying to position ourselves to have intercou*se in the narrow space which we had been afforded. My hands caressed her buttocks and her c*nt, my p*nis seeking for the prize. It touched her there, the ball of soft p*bic hair as it brushed up against the shaft. She pushed toward it as it touched her. The p*nis touched the part within the ball of fur. She gasped. The co*k caressed the entrance to her sex and then went in her all the way!
We fuc#ed, trying as best we could not to arouse the attention of our fellow travellers, those behind us or in front, but it was difficult, fuc&ng in a public place and knowing well that others on the bus could likely hear what we were doing!
The blanket still covered us. She had clim*xed as my c*ck was squirting seed. We lay there still embraced, my c*ck still in her. The wetness from her c*nt now soaked my balls. The bus then slowed and turned into a rest stop, and the lights were now turned on above our heads. We acted like the two of us were sleeping and her brother asked if she was getting off? She said she wasn’t, and her hands now reached to find her shorts and find her panties.
It was a twenty minute rest stop. The others left the bus then we got dressed and tidied up.
The remainder of the bus trip to Vancouver was without incident. She decided that she would sit with her brother and then both of us spent most of the remainder of the trip sleeping, their mother meeting them at the bus station, and they were gone.
I got married a few years after that, and then one day while in a shopping mall with my wife Carol we happened to run into one of Carols ex-boyfriends who she had gone out with (and had f*cked) for several months while they were still in junior high. He was a brown skinned Asian fellow with a very beautiful, attractive wife who somehow seemed familiar. We met them in the food court and ended up sitting together.
I kept looking at his wife. They had three children. Their oldest child was a girl who was obviously not his, and looked incredibly like my older sister back home in Australia. She was ten. As we talked I discovered that her father was in the military, and at one time she had lived in Edmonton and that her parents had become seperated when she was young. I then asked if her mother had lived in Vancouver and if she had a younger brother two years younger than she was, and then briefly mentioned the bus trip and asked if it was her that I sat next to.
She was somewhat stunned by the revelation, suddenly realizing then who I was, then instinctively looked toward her older daughter without saying and I realized then why her daughter looked so much like my older sister! No words were spoken more of what had happened. I would likely never see them again.
It’s interesting how things occur, and how it is that we revolve in certain circles, how people happen in our lives and then return. He had fuc&ed my wife and I’d fuc&ed his and so it was that all worked out and all of us were happy.
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