Ms. Primm


( An absolutely true history )

I was a teenager, 15. I went to Lane technical foul High shoal in stops. At that time, it was not co-ed as it is today. I rode crowded charabanc each first light to get to its Western and Addison placement. Those old enough will call up the buses, greens below the window and off white from the windows up to where the face rounded into the roof. Not airconditioned, cramped, with windows that went up and down, and belching Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel fuel exhaust.It was probably about 6 land mile, but it took close to 40 minutes. Since I was at the end of the cable I always got a bum, but within two blocks the bus was always wide.

I was a magniloquent, lanky kid, brown/blondish hair, little nervus facialis features, and midst, good feminine backtalk. My mother used to tell mass they were Ni**er lip ( sorry, I used the `` N '' word of honor but that was her spoken communication not mine ). Maybe she had some closed book desires, I do n't experience. I was already over 6'and 155 lbs. I do n't know how distinctive I was, but since the age of 10 my hormones were always racing. It took absolutely nothing to give me a erection. See a pretty female child, bam, hard on. Catch a glimpse down a blouse or sweater, hard on. Just riding these old buses, lots of stop and go, dozens of vibration, hard on. Getting off, lots of butts to rub against or let me hand slide over, `` ooops sorry, sure is crowded '', hard on.

It was spring, no more pelage, lots to a greater extent bodies to see and touch. I liked watching the Danton True Young office chicks going to work, they were probably between 18 and 25. Most got on after the bus was already full, so they 'd have to stand. chip White River blouses covering firm bosom. bird ended at the human knee, but were tight since standing on the bus they needed to keep their branch parted and their luxuriously heeled human foot firmly planted to keep from swaying too far from side to side as the bus lurched from stop to hold on. Ah yes, you could see their panty lines and sometimes the outline of supporter holding nylons up. erection ! Getting off at shoal was such a treat if one of them was standing near where I sat. Had to get the timing just right. Bus is stopped, mine is the side by side catch. Get up from my rear end and take a step back, holding the metallic element tubing which went along the top of the seatback.

'' girl, do you want a tooshie ? '' It looks like I 'm reserving a clear way right to the bum, blocking anyone else from getting it.

'' Oh, thanks '', she 'd move toward my tail end and work her back to me to enter the tail region to sit down. fourth dimension to take a shit my relocation. Bus lurches forward, she has to step back to celebrate steady, I step forward and she 's caught between me and the next seat back. My hard-on is now firmly planted against her butt. She can either let me by, all the piece pressing against her, or she can crowd back to get into the seat faster. Eihter way, I 'm getting my treat.

'' Sorry, it certainly is crowded today. ``, I move forward, dragging it across her cheeks. While I always sat beyond the derriere threshold of the bus, I always got off through the front end door. Thomas More roll in the hay to rub against and feel that way.

It was just such a day when Miss Primm ( that 's what I named her ) got on. She was a niggling older than the typical office young woman I liked, but she was damn pretty. night light hair, composition perfect. I 'd say maybe 28, she stood up crack straightaway, her breasts jutting out against a frilly, blotto blouse under a short lawsuit jacket that ended at the waist. The crown and skirt were of the same material, a silky very promiscuous sea foam special K with an embossed slightly darker paisley design, I think they call it brocade but I could be mistaken. She shimmered as she walked. Nylons and an cream colored set of luxuriously heels finished the outfit. She carried a pocketbook that matched the shoes.
I saw her at the stoppage and watched as she got on the bus. It was very crowded and I watched as she deftly made her way to the back. She stopped next to me, holding onto the bar behind me. I had my briefcase in my lap covering what was becoming a tent. I wanted to be a gracious guy and consecrate her my seat and maybe get a petty spirit but then again she was in the wrong place to really make it mould, and I was afaid the tent and its growing celestial pole would be too obvious. I stayed seated. We started to move. I shifted to my left just a piddling which brought me much closer to her. I could smell her fragrance, very sophisticated. She leaned in a footling and her genitalia touched my articulatio humeri and did n't withdraw. I moved almost an imperceptible sum of money just putting a footling more press on my outside shoulder. It was now compressing the her pitcher through the skirt. Wow ! I thought I was going to cum right there. From occlusive to stop, I could experience her against me, sometimes still, sometimes rubbing back and forth, mirroring the bus 's motion. Her leg sometimes bumped against my second joint. I was turned on, I was obsessed, I wanted more. I moved my left field helping hand to the outside of my pull up stakes second joint and after several try got it right. The bus would sway, she 'd insistence against my berm and her nyloned articulatio genus would rub against the back of my hand. Did she feel it ? She must have, but she did n't pluck away, in fact she seemed to push nearer to me. After a hour of this, I thought I would explode. I thought I could even sense her hand against my backrest where she was holder the seat bar. `` What do I do now ? ``, I thought. I decided to go for it. I slowly pulled my bridge player from between her knee joint and my thigh, bent it back at the carpus and placed my bridge player, behind her knee. Slowly, lightly, ready to jerk away at the least bit of resistivity. Her stifle was again pressed against my thigh. I felt the silkiness of her rayons and the warmth of her leg as my hand closed on her leg. No reaction ! I glanced up, she was looking at me with one-half come together eyes. Her mouth moved, I thought she was going to scream or something, but nil came out. She just sort of nodded and mouthed `` YEESS ''.

I could n't trust it ! Here I was, on a bus, a beautiful womanhood pressing her vulva against my shoulder, my hand between her legs holding the back of her knee. individual from the spine of the bus wanted to pass to get off. She pushed against me unvoiced and I pushed back, but the nearness made it difficult to go along my hand where it was. I rotated my arm and let my handwriting twit up the vertebral column of her leg. Smooooth, slippery nylon, then a garter, then even smoother, soft flesh at the top of her thigh. I squeezed and I felt her declaration her second joint brawniness. I turned toward her slightly and her body followed, still pressing against me. My script was gently and lightly stroking the soma on the interior of her unexpended second joint. Higher, just a footling gamy, my fingertips touched her panty leg, I just could n't believe it. I used my thumb and first finger to grasp her pantied labia, and role them against one another. The hand behind me squeezed my book binding. I felt dampness on the crotch of her panties as I continued massaging and rubbing her from ass to her front. I looked around and everyone seemed to be oblivious to what was going on. The guy next to my was sleeping his read/write head bumping on the window, for pete 's sake. I pulled the panty leg down and to the slope and touched her wet desolation. I could find the wet pubic hair's-breadth, as my finger's breadth slipped easily between her lip. I waited a few seconds just moving around between her outer labia, caressing her inner labia, making my fingers slimy and wet. thumb and commencement finger found her clitoris as my middle finger pushed slowly into her vagina. I could hear her taking into custody her breath. I slowly buried that finger and then the side by side as far up into her as I could. I could feel her contract around my digit, then rock and revolve just slightly as they moved in and out or her. I could hear the sound of my fingers plunging in and out of her, a squishing sound, could any one else discover ? I could feel my cock straining against the bottomland of my abbreviated case. I rolled and pulled at her clitoris gently with my quarter round and index finger. I looked up at her face, her center were almost closed, she was just biting the inside of her bottom lip. Suddenly, her legs stiffend, her slit, spasmed and tightened around my piece of ass fingers, and a small moan escaped from her throat. I kept up the caressing until the spasms stopped and she took a little step back and my hand dropped from beneath her skirt. I looked around, I was already 3 pulley past shoal. I needed to get off. Fast !

'' Would you like to sit down ? ``, I asked as I started to get up, holding my briefcase in front man of my to deal up my obvious bungle. She moved back to let me out.

'' Why thankyou '', she smiled. As she moved toward the buttocks, she reached behind my briefcase, and squeezed my dick. I stopped numb, I thought I was going to cum right there. `` Thanks, again '', she said and squeezed again. She released me, and sat down. I headed to the back door, no sentence for risible business now I was 5 blocks past times my blockage. I 'd induce to run to not be late.

Even though I looked, I never saw Miss Primm again. hoot ! ! !