On the Tour Bus - Sex Stories

On the Tour Bus

... almost wanted to tell Brian who it had been about. She still had enough presence of mind to refrain, however. A few minutes passed and she found it impossible to sleep, this time because of her burning pussy instead of the uncomfortable bus. She tried to let the rhythmic sounds and motions of the vehicle lull her, but it didn’t help. In fact, she was pretty sure that one rhythmic sound she was hearing had nothing to do with the bus. As she continued to listen, she discovered that the sound came from the floor beneath her. Swallowing once again, she realized that Brian was masturbating. Again, instead of disgusting her, the thought of the boy touching his penis sent a bolt of electricity through Charlotte’s body. She found herself wanting to touch Brian again, wanting him to touch her. Since neither was an option, she slowly slid her hand underneath her. It slid easily between her skin and panties and within seconds she had found her clit. She took in a silent breath as she started to rub in a tight, circular motion. Charlotte had masturbated before, of course. On the advice of one of her friends, Connie, she had even broken her own hymen with the handle of her toothbrush. But she’d never done anything more sexual than kissing in public. In fact, she prided herself on her virginity. Thus her anger at James touching her. Then again, she’d never been this horny before. Her mind stayed focused on Brian’s rubbing noises and she started to wonder if she was imagining things. ...

... Surely he couldn’t be wanking off for so long, right? Supposedly boys came in seconds; at least, that what she’d always heard. And why would he jack off on the bus, in a place where if he DID cum, it would just get all in his underwear? Charlotte’s doubts ceased when she started to hear Brian’s breathing speed up. This caused the speed of her own breathing—and hand—to speed up as well. Figuring that there was no way she’d be able to stop now, she raised her hips off of the seat and buried her middle finger inside of her wet pussy, beginning to rub her clit with her thumb instead. Thoughts of boys started going through her head, images of men she’d seen online, mixed with her brother Tim, standing in front of the mirror, staring at her, his penis in his hand. Her dream flashed in front of her eyes and she remembered how good her brother’s penis had felt. Except it hadn’t BEEN her brother’s penis. It had been Brian’s. And it was only an arm’s length away. Charlotte wasn’t stupid. She knew that part of the reason she was wanting Brian so bad was because of her breakup with James. She also knew that she was REALLY bad with rebounds; she had a burning desire to be desired by a boy. To be fully truthful with herself, she’d always known that she’d eventually date Brian, and had once even been convinced that he was the boy she was going to marry. Her idea was that she’d play around with the “bad boys” for a while and then settle down with someone who worshiped her. Someone like Brian. Add ...