29M 19F On the speech team bus, a short story

This is a true story.

When I was attending community college, I decided to join the speech and debate team. Public speaking terrified me, so I figured the best way to get over that fear was by jumping head first into the deep end and speak competitively. In front of other people, both strangers and friends. That’s how I found myself on a bus almost every weekend, travelling to a nearby college to take part in their forensics speech tournaments.

We had over fifteen people on our team, but the one this story about is Amy. She was a pleasant faced young woman, just turned 19 years old, only about 5’4″. She usually wore jeans and large sweatshirts, but the rare occasions that she wore skirts or blouses, it was easy to see that she had an absolutely smoking body. Her blue eyes were bright and happy and she always wore her blonde hair up in a loose bun. She and I had shared a light flirtation over the past few months – I think my being older was something she found attractive. At 29, I was the oldest member of the team.

The night in question, we were halfway through the drive to the tournament site. There were another three hours of driving ahead of us, and the entire bus was quiet. Our coach sat up in the drivers seat, listening to some old folk music on his iPod, while most of the rest of the team was sleeping. I was awake – I was sitting in the back with a book open and a blanket covering me. The bus was always cold – our coach had been fighting for the budget to get a new one, but so far had been stymied by the administration. So we were left with a bus without a working heater.

Maybe that’s why she approached me at first. Amy pulled herself out of the seat she shared with her best friend and walked down the aisle towards me with a small smile on her face. I looked up and couldn’t help but smile back. She had that kind of energy.

“Hey Elliott, I’m cold. Mind if I join you under there?” she asked with a slightly sleepy lilt in her voice.

“Sure, hop in,” I replied. I pulled the blanket aside so she could sit down next to me. Amy slid into the seat and took the blanket, pulled it over her body, and leaned against me with her head on my shoulder and her hand on my knee. The sudden shock of her body heat against mine made my cock immediately stand up and pay attention. I shifted slightly and she turned her head up to look at me with a smile. “Oh, am I bothering you?”

“Not at all,” I said in a whisper. “Here, let me get more comfortable…” I lifted one arm and put it over the back of the seat and she gracefully snuggled up into the resulting crook, pressing her thigh against mine. “Thanks,” she said with a tired but pleased expression.

I went back to reading, trying to ignore the adorable girl pushed up against me, the quiet, the dark, and every fiber in my being wanting to let my hands fall under the blanket to begin caressing her legs. I didn’t get the chance because soon after she settled in, I felt a small hand slip from my knee up to my thigh. With the way I was adjusted, her fingertips were inches away from my swollen cock.

“Hey Elliott,” she whispered, “do you ever get bored on these trips?” I closed my book and looked down towards her. Her blue eyes sparkled mischeviously as her fingers danced up and grazed my denim covered dick. She pursed her lips and then smiled. Her palm began to softly press against my hot member and I groaned slightly.

“Yeah, so bored,” I said as I spread my legs slightly. I pushed my hand under the blanket and found hers, travelled up her arm, then let it fall to her leg, sliding up to her inner thigh. She gasped softly when I found her crotch and I could feel her thighs parting so I could have easier access. We stared at each other without speaking for a few minutes in the quiet of the bus as she begin to massage my cock through my jeans and I returned the favor by caressing her warm crotch over her pants – and I could feel them quickly dampen with moisture.

“You know what would feel better?” I asked as I slid my hand up to the clasp that held her pants closed. She didn’t respond, she just looked at me with those clear blue eyes, and I unclipped her, unzipped her, and then slid my fingers down on top of her panties. They were soaked with her juices and she gasped again as I found her hot clit, a small hard nub under the soft, damp material of her panties, and I pressed against it with my thumb. Her fingers worked rapidly at my jeans and then slid inside to grasp my cock. “Oh, it’s so hot,” she whispered. “It’s just what you need on this cold ride,” I said. She smiled at me then, winked, and then ducked her head down beneath the blanket. A few seconds later my cock was enveloped in delicious warm wetness. The blanket bobbed up and down as Amy began to minister to my dick, swirling her tongue around my cockhead, then pushing down farther each time. I don’t have a huge dick, but I tend to think my 7 inches is highly respectable. It didn’t seem to intimidate her at all though – within a minute, I felt her nose press into my thigh as she swallowed my entire length.

The way she was positioned now, I couldn’t get to her pussy unless she were to completely move around and adjust – and neither of us wanted to wake anyone up. So I contented myself with squeezing and massaging her soft asscheeks as she suckled my fat dick, up and down, up and down, and waves of pleasure shot through my entire body – a tingle that started in my crotch and then forked like lightning up and down my spine and legs. She uttered small gagging sounds as she continued to push down onto my dick, holding it in her throat for seconds at a time.

“Fuck Amy,” I gasped out as quietly as I could. I flicked my head up and I saw her best friend staring at me, eyes wide. Our eyes connected, her face turned bright red, and she whipped back around, disappearing from view. I didn’t care that she saw at this point. All I could feel, could sense, was Amy’s hot mouth and tongue working on my fuckstick. “I’m going to cum,” I managed to breathe. I expected her to pull herself from my dick and finish me off with her hand, but to my surprise, she begin to bob faster. My toes curled, I gasped, my balls boiled and I erupted directly into her throat. From under the blanket, I could hear small mewing coming from her throat as she milked my cock ruthlessly. I felt rope after rope of thick, heavy cum spurt directly into her mouth and she didn’t stop until I began to soften. I felt her give my cockhead one final soft tonguing kiss before she pulled her head from under the blanket. She looked up at me with a smile and her fingers expertly zipped my jeans up and rebuttoned me. “You can pay me back later, when we get to the hotel,” she whispered. Then she sighed, closed her eyes, and laid her head on my chest while I basked in the afterglow of the intense orgasm.

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