This is one of the formative sexual experiences of my younger years. Throwaway account for obvious reason.
I went to college at a smaller school in Boston. This took place almost ten years ago, during thanksgiving weekend of my sophomore year. I’d just turned 19 a few months earlier.
My family lives about 4 hours away from Boston in a smaller city in the region. I bought a ticket back home on a 7:30 Peter Pan bus for the night before Thanksgiving (Wednesday night). My friends had already left earlier that week.
I got to the bus terminal at south station around 7, and the place was mobbed. I don’t usually see a lot of traffic for my bus route home (it’s not a major route) and found myself at the back of a long line. Ultimately I got bumped to the 8:00 bus, which meant I wasn’t getting home until close to midnight.
I got an aisle seat near the back of the bus (I like to be close to the bathroom) and it was filling up pretty quick. Toward the end there were only a handful of open seats left, one of which was the empty window seat next to mine.