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I used to frequently take the bus to and from school while I was a student there (yes, there was a school bus). At our university, we typically wear uniforms, but for one occasion, we were allowed to wear casual clothes.

There were no more seats on the bus when I realized it was time for me to return from college. At this point, I just wanted to sit down because I was so exhausted. I recognized a familiar face at the back of the bus—it was my classmate from one of my first-year classes. I approached him and greeted him. He was a bit of a nerd, but I wondered he was cute. I struck up a conversation with him and eventually told him why I was exhausted, doing my best to sound friendly rather than obnoxious when I requested a seat.

He immediately agreed and stood up, but I was able to sit on his lap before he could. Since I initially had no intention of doing it, I’m not entirely sure why I did it; I believe my brain simply processed information too slowly. I kind of panicked and asked if he would mind, but he quickly replied, “No,” and that was that.

Because of how short my skirt was, I assumed that my panty was visible when I sat down because I noticed an immediate hardening in him. I found that to be pretty hot, so whenever the bus traveled over a bump or a hump, I groaned a little bit more. I noticed that I was getting more drenched. The fact that he seemed like a sweet, shy, innocent sort of boy, in my comment, played a role in his appeal.

He squeezed my boobs together, which was sort of hot, because he was holding onto the handle of the chair in front of us with both hands because the road was bumpy. He may have stuck out his thumbs (while holding the handle), which allowed him to get handsy with my tits but in a covert manner, after I intensified my grinding on the rough road. Although there were people around us and I believe he wanted to be discreet, it was dark, so I doubt anyone else could have seen.

It felt like the ultimate tease because he was barely touching my boobs. My mind was extremely fatigued and it was very hot. I moved my hand slowly in the direction of my underwear to touch myself. I think it was because I started slowly rubbing myself that he lost all inhibitions and began aggressively groping me. I also ran out of fucks and began grinding more quickly while rubbing my underwear against his dick. I increased my grinding and rubbing because I was about to cum. This made HIM cum, which made me even more excited. I persisted in doing this until I arrived. I found it amusing that he continued to grope me as I was getting dressed.

After that, we were pretty much silent and awkward, but he held my hand for a while, which was really sweet and kind. Eventually, my stop arrived, and considering what had happened, I said goodbye somewhat hesitantly.

NSFW: yes

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