On the Bus

It was 7:00 am when he boarded the bus in the suburban church that would take him into town and to his place of work. The bus was already quite full, but he managed to get a single seat. He cursed himself and his delay, knowing that the buses were always filled with students and were also referred to as "student bombers" - all the more so because today was nasty weather and even more students used public transport instead of using it bikes to school.

He relaxed. At the next bus stop, a whole crowd of students got on again, who were also looking for places to sit.

Space was getting tight, the air stuffy. The standing places were now occupied and people stood close together. And another Bush stop where even more students got on. A group of schoolgirls huddled next to him.

Each tried desperately to hold on to every opportunity that presented itself. As the bus pulled away, a student lost her balance and landed halfway on his lap. Before she could slide any further and fall to the ground, he grabbed her with both hands. He felt her firm, small breasts under his hands and through her jacket. He was embarrassed for touching her like that and apologized.

But she turned her head to him and thanked him.

She also asked politely if she could just stay seated, it was more comfortable that way. He didn't mind, he had to stay on the bus to the terminal station anyway. She thanked him again in her clear voice and smiled at him. He guessed she was sixteen or seventeen. She was a pretty girl with long, dark hair that she must have taken good care of.

They fell loosely and softly over her shoulder. She was slim and not very tall, and had a pretty face with a bright pair of eyes. She seemed like a fun loving thing.

He liked her a lot and the warmth of her buttocks was transferred to his lap, where his little Johannes was already stirring and preparing to become a big Johannes. He tried desperately not to look at the girl and think of something else.

But it didn't work - he had to think of her firm breasts, which he had just held in his hands. His cock pressed in his pants, demanding to be freed from his prison... "No way!" he thought to himself.

The girl seemed to notice that something had changed under her bottom. She shifted restlessly.

He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, the friction was good for his cock. She turned her face, which was probably a bit flushed with embarrassment, to him again, but smiled mischievously and blinked her eyes. Then she slid so that his cock rested right in the crack of her bottom - and began to slide around as unobtrusively as possible. She leaned back so that her weight pushed him into the seat.

The situation embarrassed him, but it also excited him.

There was this girl sitting on his lap jerking him off just like that, tucking the cock chastely in his pants and pressing against his prison and the girl's butt. The students stood in the corridor, talking to each other and not seeming to notice what was going on. Other passengers sat in front of them. The friction on his cock felt good and he breathed harder. The girl had now given herself completely to him, she also tilted her head back a little so that he gently nibbled her ear on the side facing away from the people with his teeth.

He noticed that the girl was also struggling for breath as she rubbed her bottom on his lap. He slipped his hands under her jacket and placed them on her breasts, massaging them gently. She made a small sound of approval, but didn't even look at him.

He felt his juices rise and his balls twitch and he squeezed her breasts tighter. He stuck his tongue in her ear and whispered that he would be there soon.

Without looking at him, she whispered back that he should hurry up, she had to get off at the next station. He didn't need this request anymore, because at that moment he squirted in his pants. He thought he couldn't stop, so much juice came and spread in his pants. The girl felt his convulsions and slowed her movements a bit. He was still holding her breasts in his hands when she turned her head and kissed him gently.

Then she slid forward on his lap and he had to pull his hands out from under her jacket.

She ran a hand briefly over the wet stain on his pants, then stood up and he saw that his cum had not only soaked his pants but also left a dark stain on her bottom. She turned to him and smelled her hand. Then she winked at him and he moved his lips as if to say thank you. She winked again, smiled at him, turned around and left the bus with her colleagues. Although he took this bus more often in the future, he never saw the girl again.

But many a daydream on the bus was about this experience, and he regularly got a nice hard-on.