1. Bus Encounter


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: True Story, Exhibitionism, Male / Females, Masturbation, Author: Hunter Gould, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    Uncle Joe used to tell this story after the kids went to sleep. It has helped a few cocks and cunts relax over the years. Try it, you’ll see. Near as I can remember, it goes like this: I was coming home on an interstate bus that stopped at a casino to get some passengers pretty early in the morning. I was kind of hung-over and ready to doze off again when a drunken blond woman, probably about thirty and sporting a few extra pounds, wobbled up the aisle and staggered into my row, brushing past me to land in the window seat. She wore T-shirt and jeans and looked to be in her early thirties which would be about ten years older than me. This was back in the olden times so she wore jeans that were stone-washed and camel-toe friendly. They covered her full thighs like paint. The moussed-up hair was sprinkled with glitter and falling a bit flat, curls were sticking to the side of her flushed face. It must’ve been some party. I imagined her friends just pushing her up onto the bus and staggering home. There were not that many people riding that night, and the seats across from me were open, but she seemed too drunk to reason with so we just exchanged a brief hello and then she put her sunglasses on, lay back, and was silent. I was thankful, there was at least an hour before the sun came up . But now that she was there, apparently able to ignore me and doze off, there was no way I could sleep anymore. My eyes found a long, thin brunette sporting a short A-frame haircut reading a ...
    book with her light on, one row up to my left. She looked Asian, and was probably younger than me, she reminded me of a college student; the studious kind, not the party kind. She wore a mid-length dress that was hiked up some. She had nice legs until they disappeared under her dress closer to her hips. I had a great view. Remaining still, my eyes followed her movements. She crossed her ankles, turned a page and crossed her ankles the other way. The dress rose a little more, she smoothed it down but still showed a lot of leg. She turned to her left side, away from me, and pulled her knees up and the dress pulled up even further. That hot little bottom was almost exposed. I could see the smooth back of her thigh up to her lacy white panties. From the steady breathing next to me it seemed my seatmate had succumbed to dreamland. My balls started to tingle and I realized it had been nearly a week since I had spurted juice out of them; a long time for a young buck like me. It was dark where the blond and I were sitting so placed my hands in my lap and let my horny thoughts take over. At first I don’t think the brunette was overtly showing herself off. She could have been riding for a long time and been unaware of the position of her skirt. At intervals, she would gently rock herself back and forth. She may have been slowly working herself into an arousal. Even if she wasn’t, it was very arousing. My drunken seatmate was breathing steadily at this time and was probably somewhere in ...
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