Who are you? We were on the bus on the way back from the first away game when someone finally said it. It had been hanging in the tension filled air that completely bewildered the new members of the band. “So who wants to play ‘Who are you?’” called an anonymous voice in the crowd…
NOTE: This story was written during Hurricane Sandy. Comments and insights wanted, however, don’t be harsh! Sex is toward the end for you impatient readers… As I took a wobbly step onto the school bus, the sky was washed with variant hues of yellow, red, and violet. Through the trees, it seemed as if the…
This story is part of a series. Although it could be read as a stand alone, I highley recommend that all previous parts be read first.*TAT* *TAT* *DIDDLE-TAT* The snare beats as I lead the band out of the stadium to our buses. The mood is tense and everyone can tell I am not pleased….
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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. Immediately I had a hard…
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, we were allowed to switch buses, and nearly…
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 hair and expose her delicious, almost edible neck…
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 off and I found…
My mom and I spent the next few days practicing and exercising with the stripper pole until we felt confident and extremely sexy while doing it, which I have to admit did not take long. One night I came home late from my part time job I had at a local restaurant and took the…
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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 hour there was no…
Sticky Afternoon by 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 building in the July heat. He grumbled to himself from time…
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. Â I believe I will have to give a little bit background first, for you to get my true…
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 take the bus everywhere did not appeal…