The bus was crowded, standing room only. We were lucky, though and managed to get a seat.

You are sitting on my lap wearing a skirt and skimpy top that just barely cover your firm breasts. My arms are wrapped around your waist and I am leaning my head on your back. The warm summer sun streaming through the window, the rocking of the bus, and the body heat from everyone on the bus soon make me feel drowsy.

The rocking motion of your firm butt on my genitals soon start to perk me up. My thumbs move up slowly to carress the underside of your breasts, under your top. You press your body back into mine and I hug you tighter, kissing you on your shoulders and neck. My hands briefly cup one breast and slide around your nipple, making if hard.

You moan quietly at my touch and wriggle your hips. The movement causes my length to perk up, growing bigger, pressing against your softness. You turn to me and whisper, "mmm am I sitting on one of your fingers, dear?" with a low chuckle. I discreetly slide one hand under your skirt and search for your softness. I could feel the satin skin warm beneath my touch. You part your legs slightly and my hands soon feel the silky fabric covering your gate to paradise. My finger traces the outline of your soft edges thru the underwear, I can feel the sexual heat pulsating under mytouch.

I could sense you breath ing grow laboured as you tried to look nonchalant.

I press a little harder, running the ridge of my finger along the fleshy split. Now I can feel the moisture seeping thru the fabric. I push the fabric aside and run my fingertips along the wet flesh feeling the sticky fluid coat them. I could hear you whimper softy, biting your lower lip to keep from screaming.

My fingers slide into parting to press against your personal place rubbing against it and moving deeper into your now-wet softness. You start rocking gently against my hand to increase your pleasure. I reach down past your softness to unzip my trousers, freeing my hard length.

I position it in front of your wet lips and push you slightly forward, impaling you on my hardness. Though I cannot see the action beneath your skirt, I could feel the hot wet flesh slide to encompass my stiff prick. I feel you shivering in supressed pleaure and a hot gush of liquid coating my length.

In the heightened intensity of the encounter, you orgasmed.

Soon we were rocking back and forth, following the motion of the bus.

After a few minutes, you start to buck a little harder and clench your softness muscles.

You grind your butt around and around sendig waves of pleasure shooting to my brain. I quickly slip my hand under your skirt and start fingering your personal place again. By now, your softness is clenching spasmodically on my length, teethering on the brink of another orgasm. My free hand slips up your top and pinches your hard nipple, rolling it between thumb and finger, around and round. The action sends you over the brink again. I could feel the second wave of cum coat my length. Your second orgasm triggers off mine. An intense orgasm washed over me, my length felt superhard now as it floodeed your softness with thick, milky white jism. Your hands reached for by balls and squeezed them causing my length to jerk and spew forth more come. After long moments, our orgasms subsides and I could feel my cum teasing down my length soon soaking my pants...