1. Bus Encounter


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

    the early morning silence with a breathy little moan. She shifted in her seat as her hands went under her purse and stayed there. Blondie heard the brunette moan and she clenched her thighs together as covertly as possible, as if she knew the sound would excite me, so I didn’t disappoint her. I slid lower into my seat and watched that brunette, but out of the corner of my eye, I scoped that blond cutie beside me. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me! I was masturbating with an older female who was sitting right next to me, but to make it work, we had to pretend it wasn’t happening. I opted to shift positions and get my sunglasses from a bag I carried. This would cause a small delay for the bigger reward. Nobody would be able to move for awhile until we could pretend I was asleep again, but now I could watch both women undetected. The transition went smoothly and shades on, I remained motionless for the required time. To observers, I watched the dark-haired one, but every time I squeezed or stroked myself, I watched my fat, blond, sex partner on the right wiggle in her seat as she reacted to my self-pleasure. Her hands moved down to her crotch and stayed there. I put my hands on myself again like I was sleepily scratching and moved my steel-hard cock to a more comfortable position. The erect member felt like it was halfway down to my knee and I arrogantly rubbed it up and down knowing she was sizing me up, possibly imagining me inside of her making babies ...
    like God intended. I know she was. Keep in mind I was still kind of a kid and didn’t really have any skills with women yet. I was just happy to let the sex happen and see where it went. By this time, Blondie was wiggling, clenching, and moving constantly, her face flushed, her left nipple poking out from her T-shirt. The bulging bell at the end of my stuff had made a very damp stain on my pants the size of an orange that you could see easy enough in the growing light. The smell of fresh sperm permeated the close air. I thrust my hips against my hand. My blond counterpart does the same and we watch each other’s crotch. The brunette does not move. I think she is watching us now. Still I pretend to watch her while the blond and I make our pleasure together. Strangely, I don’t want to cum here. I know I would have a better orgasm at home when I could whip it out of my pants. I stroke myself through the wet denim unabashedly as the rising sun eliminates all shade. I flick a finger down at the end of the hardwood between my legs. It makes a wet slap. The blond honey opens her thighs and pets her clitoris right through her tight denims. She traces the outline of her vulva with a well manicured fingernail while I imagine the swamp in her panties. I’m so excited I shoot a small gush out of my penis. My jism splashes up through my pants and makes a white puddle for a few seconds before it settles back in and made the wet spot bigger. You can actually see sperm bubbles on my pants. My ...