Where it happened: On a Greyhound Bus
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I took the late bus home from college for our winter break. Since it is a 6 hour ride from the college town to my home, and no real stops in between (flag stops only & no body flags the bus in the middle of the night) I had hoped for a seat by myself. But the Greyhound was crowded and a fellow I knew from the college sat beside me.
Being winter, it was cold and he put his top coat over our legs to help keep us warm and we rested against each other. After a while he shifted and his hand rested on my arm. It felt good, so I put my hand over his and held on to him. Then he started to stroke my arm. It felt so good I moved his hand down to my leg under my dress. I think he got the hint! He started rubbing my leg, and then moved up to my to my thigh – it felt so good — and he then moved his other hand over and started rubbing my arm again – then crossed over to my breast. With the clothes we wore in those days he probably couldn’t feel much, but it felt good through my sweater and bra.
After a while he reached over and moved my hand to his pants and I undid his zipper and started to rub his penis. We continuted this for a while, but when the bus slowed down for a town we sat up and I went to the back of the bus to use the restroom.
When finished in the restroom I put my panties in my purse and returned to my seat. We then got started again, and he quickly found out I didn’t have any panties on under my skirt. He started rubbing my clit and that really felt good. After he put his fingers, first one, then two and finally three into my pussy I just knew we had to go further than this “heavy petting” as we call it then.
I told him that I was going to turn over onto my side and he could try and get in behind me. It was the best we could do without being obvious on a Greyhound bus. Well, we did it, but it was not easy! But it was worth it.
He sent me a nice note during the winter break, but we did not ever go out on a date until the last day of the school year – when I stayed the night in his dorm room — but that is another story. ….
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