1. Bus Encounter


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

    dreamland. My thumb found the head of my cock and pressed it down. I worked it a minute while clenching my stomach and watching the dark-haired beauty absent-mindedly tease herself. I tried to keep as still as possible. With one finger, I traced the length of my growing erection back to the base. I did it again. My whole cock felt very sensitive in my tight, light-colored Levi’s. I put both thumbs at the bottom of my cockhead and saw the ridge of the swollen plum defined in the shadowy morning light. As the minutes went by I had to shift positions a couple of times. The angle at which my member was allowed to arise in the previous adjustment was contrary to nature. I reached down into my pants and adjusted my erection down next to my leg. The brunette coughed and closed her book. She got into her purse for a moment and then switched off her overhead light leaving the purse on her lap. I was sure hoping she might try to sneak in a quick jill in before going night-night. If she did, I had to be careful or she would know I was awake. Sure enough, after about a minute she uncrossed her long legs and slid them slowly under the seat in front of her and her arms came off the armrest to the purse on her lap. My blond friend to the right stirred and in a moment shifted position while remaining oblivious to all, head planted against the window. Long and tall to the left of me sighed, which I thought kind of sexy, probably not heard by anyone but me in the rumble of the bus’s engine ...
    as we accelerated down the highway. Her hands looked dainty on her purse. She put one on top of the other. I could see her hips trying to rise up ever so slowly against the pressure of the purse as she surreptitiously pressed it downward into her crotch. She was masturbating! My heart hammered in my chest and my cock pressed ever upward. Her slow rhythm might have taken her all the way to LA to climax, but I was happy. My young libido was racing and I touched myself because I liked the way she was touching herself. I put my hand in my crotch again and pressed down while my hips rose quietly against the firm pressure. The Asian girl pointed her toes and bounced her legs. Under my fingers, I felt the wetness of my pre-cum. Right as this was happening, the big girl in the seat next to me shifted slightly again and I thought maybe she was waking up. I sneaked a look down to her lap on my right while not moving my head from the brunette. The blond clenched her thighs together slyly and held her pose awhile before she relaxed it. I froze for a minute or two. First, how long had she been awake? And worse, although quiet, I had got a little out of control watching the Asian girl and had wantonly stroked myself almost to orgasm. I could feel my warm discharge beneath my hand. It was only a spot maybe as big as a plum, but if I moved very much or continued to touch myself, it would undoubtedly grow larger and I did not have a jacket to cover myself with. Miss Raven-haired delight broke ...