Spring Break - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Spring Break - Part 1

My friends and I are waiting at the bus stop after a long day at the Florida beach. We are all wearing bikini tops with jean shorts covering our bottoms.

“I’m so ready to get back to my Air BnB”, I say to the girls. I had to rent a separate place because my classes didn’t start back at the same time as theirs, due to going to a different college. As they all voice their agreement and nod along with me the bus pulls up. The front of the bus is completely packed, so we all make our way to the back.

As the first one on the bus, I sit on the very last seat which stretches across the entire back of the bus. There is already a man sitting there, and I notice that he isso hot.He can’t be more than a few years older than me. As the rest of my friends shuffle in, I have to scoot closer to him due to the lack of available seats.

“I’m so sorry to be squeezing you in like this,” I say to him.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a problem!” he replies.

I turn and mouthoh my god to my friends closest to me, which makes them all giggle.

Us girls make idle chitchat for the rest of the bus ride, talking about our day and what assignments we have due when we get back from break. After about fifteen minutes, we reach my friend's stop and they all get up to leave.

“Text us when you make it!” they call back to me.

“Not getting off with them?” the handsome stranger asks me.

“No, I have a bit longer till we make it to my stop.”

Before we leave the stop more people file in ...

... to where I am still almost touching his side. I try not to think about how cute he is and how long it’s been since I’ve been with anyone. As I fail miserably to not think about these things we reach the next stop. A few people get off and others move around so more people can have their own seat. This leaves just the two of us in the back, but I only scoot a few inches away since I wasverycomfortable with where I was. I glance over at him to see him grinning at me. My face warms slightly as I realize he knows what I’m thinking.

Suddenly the bus makes a very sharp turn and he reaches down to press his hand into the seat to steady himself, but slightly overreaches and accidentally grabs the inside of my upper thigh. I gasp at this sudden unexpected touch and he yanks his hand back.

“I am so sorry!” he says as his ears redden in embarrassment.

“It’s ok!” I reply, “I really didn’t mind,” I add in a lower voice. His mouth opens in shock as he hears me, but I just hold eye contact and don’t retract my statement.

“Oh really?”

“Yes really,” I respond, “in fact, it’s ok with me if we have to take another curve,” I finish in a whisper.

I scoot back into my original spot right next to him as he looks back at me in amazement. Then his eyes darken as he places his hand back on my thigh. I instinctively spread my legs apart which leaves my thigh pressed against his.

I can feel the pressure building between my legs as he slowly moves his hand upwards, still holding eye ...