[MF] Fingering on a Party Bus – Cheating/Long

So I shared this story before on an old account that I deleted, but the memory has been driving me crazy recently for some reason. So here we go sharing again.

The story is about a Christmas bar crawl a few years back that turned into a memory even the copious amounts of alcohol couldn’t dull (thankfully). We had a group of friends that all moved out after college and this was our way of getting back together.

Part of the organization came from this couple, a friend of mine and his wife — we will call her M. Last time I share this I tried to describe their relationship, maybe in order to justify what happened, but Ill skip the detail this time. It was never a great relationship, they both suck together, but I don’t condone what I did.

To describe M, honestly, just google Ashe Maree. Its fairly spot on. She is about 5’7, runner skinny body, long black hair, small chest, big nice butt, and eyes you would literally kill for. She was wearing jeans, a 3/4ths sleeve Christmas shirt, and a pink beanie. I had always known she was pretty, but something about her look today was….different. Sexier. But that didn’t change anything, none of the night was planned.

So they rented a bus to take us from place to place on our tour. On the way back home after the last bar, we had about a 45 minute ride. We still had beer in the back coolers and everyone filed in and grab another and sat down. It was a short bus, I am guessing maybe 8-10 seats per side. The Coolers were in the back and I grabbed a window seat in front of them. Everyone paired off with who they came with mostly, but M sat with me as her husband sat at the front with another friend of ours. No one sat directly across the isle from us, which ended up being convenient later.

The excitement of the night faded. We had music playing and the conversations slowed and everyone started to get quiet. M and I were just chatting a bit and at some point she put her head on the seat in front of us grabbing at her back and mentioned how sore it was. I don’t know if it was being drunk, being friendly, or being horny, but I took my left hand and replaced hers and started to just circle on her back for a little massage. She ended up moaning a little as she turned her head towards me on the seat and said “Oh, that feels good”. I kept going, bigger circles and covering more space on her back and she grabbed my knee and smiled when I hit a knot. I committed myself to the massage at that point. I told her to turn facing the aisle and I turned myself, left leg up on the seat facing her directly. I took both of my hands to her shoulders and started to circle with my thumbs over her shirt, slowing working my hands down. She just laid her on the seat back and was seemingly enjoying it.

As I looked around and worked down her back, I noticed most of the rest of the participants of the ride were sleeping. I kept working my hands down her back and then brought them slowly back up. I continued working my way down and reaching the bottom of her shirt. A few passes, I just kept working my hands back up the outside of the shirt, but the shirt does get in the way a bit. After some contemplation and a quickening heartbeat, I went for it, I put my hands under her shirt and continued my massage. She turned her head and grabbed my knee, I freaked a bit. But she smiled and whispered “cold!” with a hand back on my knee. I apologized, but she said its fine, keep going.

Getting approval to continue touching her skin, I got more brave. Still working with my thumbs, I was placing my hands horizontally on her back, stretching my fingers around her side and gripping her. As I worked my way up, I started flirting with her bra, but would quickly retreat and move towards her back again. She never flinched. So I got more ambitious. I started to run my fingers up and down her spine with a little pressure, she seemed to greatly approve. The hand was back on my knee as she arched a little, and the hand never left this time.

I worked my way up and down her spine, basically starting at her bra and going down to mid back and up, then lower and back up, then a little lower and back, until my fingers eventually reached the top of her jeans. Up and back down one more time and I slowly, slide my fingers about an inch inside of the jeans on her spine, first feeling her thong, then brought my hand back up. No reaction. She didn’t care, or maybe she did care…..maybe she wanted my hand there? I took my hand back up and started to run the side of her back from shoulder blade and down, teasing the jeans again, but this time I didn’t wait and just slide my fingers in a little. I slide back up and down a little further and had my fingers slip inside of her thong and put some pressure on her ass. Now i got a little reaction with a slow knee squeeze as my fingers rubbed her butt as the jeans got tighter the further I went.

I wasn’t sure how to take this. Was that a “Hey watch what your doing” or a “This is good” squeeze. Freaking a bit, I took my hand away and ran it down the other side….staying away from the jeans, at first. Eventually I talked myself into “if she didn’t want this, we wouldn’t be doing this still” and my fingers once again found her ass in her jeans. Again, a knee squeeze, but I stayed with it this time. I rubbed her ass with her thong on the back of my fingers, though the left side was more difficult to reach because she was leaning on that side. I switched sides, finding it much easier to get almost my entire hand in, squeezing her beautiful ass. She shifted more of her weight to her left, which opened the access inside her jeans to me a little more. I just continued to try my luck, teasing my hand on the side of her hip, pressing as deep as I could go, gripping her ass tightly.

Then, I went for it. Fuck it at this point. I reached my left hand around her waist, gave her a squeeze, and then found the button on her jeans. She turned and I froze, hand squeezing my knee. I just whispered “It will be a little more comfortable”. In the passing highway street light, I saw those beautiful eyes look at me, she smiled, bit her lip, and nodded in approval. I instantly undid the button, and my right hand slid deeper, reaching the bottom of her butt. I continued to rub, and put pressure but my plans had moved away from massaging her sexy butt. I removed my right hand and had my left placed on her left hip. I went back up and down her spine slowly, inching deeper and deeper with each pass. I found her thong again and went back up. The next pass, we pushed beyond it. The next pass i continued deeper, pushing her jeans down with the back of my hand as I went.

Then I made my move, I slowly slide my finger tips inside of her thong, down her butt, and then my fingers found a warm, wet pussy and I slide my middle finger directly inside. She gasped a little and squeezed my leg, but the slight lifting of her right leg let me know this was wanted….as did the soaking wet panties pressing against my hand. I fingered her from behind, Slowly sliding my finger around in circles until I found the spot she liked. I then slide a second finger inside and her hand squeezed harder. She was bucking her hips slightly, and I moved my left hand around to her open jeans. I undid her zipper further and slide my left hand inside her panties and found her wet lips. While my middle and ring finger on my right hand worked inside of her, my left hand found and circled her clit. At this point, she took her left hand over her mouth and was almost fucking my fingers with her movement. She was holding onto my leg, seemingly to keep from falling off the seat. She was ready to cum. Her body needed it. So I kept working faster. Circling her clit and working my fingers deeper with her movements. I felt her pussy start to tighten and pulse around my fingers and she stifled a moan as best she could. Her bucking slowed to a stop as her body relaxed, and I did the same with my fingers, keeping them inside for the moment. She turned and looked at me and I slide my fingers out of her dripping wet pussy and sucked on them as I looked her in the eyes. She continued looking in my eyes, smiling, and then slid her jeans back up and buttoned and zipped them quietly.

She moved her hand onto my thigh, inched from my rock hard cock, but then we slowed to get off an exit and realized were were back where we were going. The fun ended there. The bus founds its location, we cleaned it up, and headed back to their house. She immediately went upstairs to change into sweat pants and a hoodie and we continued to drink a bit. I later found her asleep on the couch and had a ride back to my place so I took it.

We continually see each other when everyone gets together, but nothing has ever happened and no words are ever been exchanged about it — not that we are ever just alone to discuss it. I wouldn’t randomly do it, but something has always driven me to send her a snap of my hard cock saying “I think its your turn….”

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