There were not as many people on the bus as I thought at first. I made my way to the very back seat and decided to take a nap: the path was not close. As soon as I closed my eyes and prepared to taste the sweetest sleep, as through the adjacent eyelids I saw a woman's silhouette approaching the back seats. It turned out to be a young girl (18-19 years old), distinguished by unusual beauty. Her light summer dress could not hide the lovely shapes of her hips and breasts. Shoulder-length dark brown hair was gathered into a neat ponytail with a colorful elastic band, slender long legs were shod in summer sandals, which consisted of thin leather straps. She walked over to the seats and, as if nothing had happened, landed next to me, probably thinking that I was still asleep.
The bus left. There were four hours of travel in inactivity. Sleep was the only occupation. And it is not surprising that after a few minutes my neighbor was sleeping peacefully, leaning back in her seat. I had no sleep in either eye. Think for yourself what a dream could be if a young girl with a beautiful figure, a beautiful face, and also without a bra is sitting next to you (this was clear from the way nipple buttons stood out from under the dress on her chest). I was eerily interested - but she didn’t wear panties either? In order to find out, I pretended that my shoe lace came undone. I put my foot in the aisle and bent down to tie "that naughty shoe accessory." In the meantime, my gaze was directed under the hem of my beautiful companion. And, oh miracle! How did I guess!? She didn't really have any panties on...
Then I decided to act. I gently woke the girl up and invited her to move to the window, where, according to my words, she would be more comfortable. We switched places, but now she was completely out of reach of other people's eyes (except mine, of course). And not just the eyes. As soon as the girl fell asleep again, I slowly and carefully lifted the hem of her dress and revealed her secret charms for my own unobstructed view. But the matter did not end there. Apparently completely crazy, I began to stroke her pubis and gradually make my way to the cherished girlish lips, hidden in the crevice between her legs. Of course, this could not but affect the state of my companion. Yes. She woke up. And she caught my hand between her legs. Can you imagine the situation? I prepared for the fact that now the entire bus would be raised on a nuclear alert and I would be imprisoned for thirty days at best. I really didn't want to think about the worst. But to all my surprise, she did not scream and did not start thrashing me with her hands and feet. Vice versa. She leaned in to my ear and whispered, "You're doing a little wrong," and putting her hand on mine, she began to make rhythmic movements on the inside of her thighs. I just freaked out. I didn't have words. I sat in prostration for several seconds in a row, thinking nothing. But when, finally, everything that happened came to me, I instantly grabbed her under the armpits and kissed her sweetly. She smiled back and offered to continue playing at a higher level. She reached her hands to my waist and unzipped the fly of my trousers. From there, my cock, tense to the limit, literally jumped out and fell into her thin tenacious fingers. She began to push the foreskin to the base of the penis, exposing his head, and again return it to its place. But I did not want only manual caress. I spread her legs wider and positioned myself between them in front. She introduced the penis inside herself, and I began to push it in in two steps and pull it out at once. The thing went.
When it came time to finish, I didn't even think to take my cock out of such a comfortable cradle and spilled right into it. Despite this, there was no negative reaction from her side. I was completely and thoroughly subdued. Literally right away, I confessed it to her. She listened understandingly to all my gentle words and said only one phrase, from which I felt good and joyful. She said:
We will do this again and again, only under different circumstances.
And then the bus stopped, and my lovely stranger got out. The intermediate stop was so inopportune.