1. What I Think About When I Masturbate - Part 6 - The Number 38


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Quiteshygirl, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    breathe, as he fondles himself in front of me. I’ve never seen a man’s private parts for real before and suddenly I am confronted with this tall, well-dressed stranger, massaging his cock as it grows in size. I look away and feel my heart jump in terror, realising that I am alone and vulnerable in this remote bus shelter, as this weird stranger masturbates in front of me. I can’t speak or move. I am frozen to the seat with panic. All I can do is stare out of the window, dreading what he will do next. The silence is broken only by the sound of his hand rubbing up and down his penis and the wetness of his foreskin pulling back and forth over the bulge of his lubricated, red head. My brain finally begins to function. What should I do? Sit and ignore him? Make a run for it? Scream? To my relief, I hear the sound of an engine, and the college bus appears down the lane. He, too, hears it and, as I turn round, I see him pushing his now fully-erect penis back inside his trousers. He zips up his flies as I stand, my legs weak with fear. Neither of us speaks and I step out of the shelter, my heart racing. The bus pulls up and I climb aboard. I’ve never been so relieved to get on the bus before. I show my pass to the driver as the doors close behind me. As I walk along the aisle, I look out of the bus window. In the shelter, he is sitting, staring at the ground. He seems sad and lonely somehow. Several days go by. I didn’t told anyone about what happened in the bus shelter. I don’t ...
    know why.... maybe I should have called the local police station. But it all seems so surreal now, as though I imagined the whole thing. I am beginning to doubt it ever happened at all. A few days later, I am in the bus shelter when I notice something odd. On the wall of the shelter, the bus timetable is displayed. As I stare at it, I suddenly realise that there is no number 38 bus shown on this route at all. In fact, none of the routes go to Dorchester from here. I am still thinking about this when I hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. The old red car pulls into the lay-by, and the man gets out, locks the door and comes into the shelter. My heart is beating. So, I didn’t imagine it after all. He steps inside, smiling. “Good morning,” he says, airily, and sits on the seat. “Hello.” I can hear a tremble in my voice. “Another lovely day ahead, I think,” he says, looking up at the sky. I nod, but don’t say anything. I am wearing a pink t-shirt and white mini skirt, with sandals on my feet, and realise that he is looking at me. “You do so remind me of my niece,” he says, suddenly, almost in a whisper. I look out of the window, and try to ignore him. “She was tall and slim, just like you. She had a very similar figure.” I feel him stand up. I close my eyes, dreading what is going to happen. I hear him unzip his trousers and pull out his penis. He begins to rub himself. Despite myself, I turn and take a guilty look at him. To my horror, he is standing with one hand around his ...
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