On the Tour Bus - Sex Stories

On the Tour Bus

... said, her smile broadening. Instead of the kid only grabbing her boobs, he took the right one in his left hand (the same thing James had done) and stuck his right hand onto her crotch, beginning to rub furiously. She took Tim’s penis in her left hand, feeling its hardness— Gasping, Charlotte woke up, disoriented. Her eyes fluttered open as she realized that she’d been dreaming. It was a dream that she’d had several times before, although it had always stopped with her brother coming into the shower. She suspected that the dream occurred because of a time when she’d walked in on Tim getting ready for a shower. As the grogginess wore off, she realized that someone had gently shaken her shoulder to awaken her. With mortification, she realized that her right hand was at her crotch. Her left hand was dangling off the seat, right on top of something hard and cylindrical. Dawning horror came upon her and she jerked her hand back, sitting up. Light from Shelly’s reading lamp still faintly illuminated the area, and by its glow she saw Brian, half-sitting-up, hand still outstretched to where he’d been shaking her. “Oh my gosh,” she said quickly, swallowing. “You… you were moaning pretty loud,” Brian said, looking away and obviously trying not to smile. “Do you think this is funny?” Charlotte asked, and immediately regretted the words as Brian’s face dropped. “N… no….” Swallowing again, Charlotte took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I just… I just…. I’m sorry.” It was the only thing she ...

... could think of to say. “It’s okay,” Brian said. “And don’t worry, you only… your hand only fell at the very last. That’s when I grabbed your shoulder.” “I’m so sorry,” Charlotte said again, looking down at the boy to where she’d been touching. There was still a large lump in his pants. Typically, seeing that kind of thing would have disgusted her, but right now she was still extremely turned on from her dream. In fact, she couldn’t look away. It had been so HARD. Finally pulling her eyes away from the boy’s bulge, she looked around. Besides Brian’s, the only face she could see clearly was Shelly’s, and the girl was either still engrossed in her book, or she was pretending to be. Slowly, Charlotte lay back down, this time on her belly. “I really AM sorry,” she whispered to Brian as he also lay back down. “I know it wasn’t on purpose,” he whispered back. “Sorry for not waking you up earlier. You were moaning for a long time. At least, it seemed like a long time. At first I thought you were having a nightmare.” “Kind of the opposite,” she confessed, giggling. There was silence for a few seconds before he responded. “Yeah, I kind of realized that after a while.” Then he surprised her. “Was it about HIM?” The bitterness in his voice alerted her to who he spoke of. Brian had never liked James; not strange, considering Brian’s massive crush on her. “No, it wasn’t about him. And, no, it wasn’t about YOU either.” This last she whispered in teasing voice. Still extremely horny, Charlotte ...