I usually travel by bus to work , and I like to masturbate if sitting with a lady passenger, (of course without her knowledge.) One day I sat beside a beautiful girl about 20 yrs of age. She was wearing a short mini skirt which exposed much of her thighs....
The Beauty of Buses.txt I had made a Commercial Bus trip to North Carolina to be with my Mother for a few days. What would’ve been a nine-hour drive became a thirty-four hour trip. Mother needed an immediate surgery for a blockage in one of her corroded a...
Some may think when the marching band travels that we areall a bunch of well behaved people who just sit there....HA! I am glad that is not true. My name is, Kevin I was a 17 year old junior at the time. This is the story of how I got to be with some amaz...
Getting back home to Jersey was nearly unbearable. They had kept us out all damn day doing the most pointless activities. Damien and I just hung out at each location, trying to make out without being caught. When time came to leave and head home for real,...
She was sitting there, on the other side of the bus, with that short skirt and tantalizingly tight shirt. She knew I was watching. She could almost see the lust in my eyes, even though she never once acknowledged my existence. I could see her adjust her h...
Every day I saw those deep hazel eyes turn their gaze on me. Eyes that seemed to see beneath the layers of clothing that I wore down to my lace thong and my size DD demi-cup bra. Last Friday, my gaze snapped away from those beautiful eyes as the bus took...
“I’m so bored,” Penny whined. “Read your book,” I said. I adjusted my folded up coat against the window and closed my eyes again. Outside the mountains rolled by in the darkness as the coach wound its way through them to the ski resort. “I finished it.” “...
It was 8:30am on a warm summers morning, and already Emily was running late for work. Grabbing her keys and her bag she closed the door behind her and made for the bus stop. The number 52 bus was unreliable at the best of times and at this time of rush ho...
Sticky Afternoonby Rajah Dodger (c) 1994, 2009 It was a sticky afternoon, and Karl was tired of waiting for the bus, tired of looking for work, just plain tired. He tapped his fingers impatiently against his briefcase as he slouched against the build...
The true experience stories are being shared, so I wanted to share one of my... distinctive... experiences. I am a little bit scared actually, but I believe it will be worth it. It is completely real. I believe I will have to give a little bit backgroun...
RIDING THE BUS…DRIVER CHRISTY I have always prided myself on being a very resourceful person, but like most people now days I cannot live without my wheels. So when my car broke down about two weeks ago I was not a happy campier. The thought of having to...
