Crowding on the Bus

I'll tell you about an adventure I had during my first days as a student, which helped me get over the fact that I didn't get placed in a provincial university and stayed in Athens. It was an experience that confirmed the saying that after school years, the fucking begins... But let's take things in order.

It was early autumn almost three years ago, after a dreamy summer, when the moment came for me to visit the Polytechnic as a student, not in the best psychology I might add, since it's predominantly male-dominated schools (the joy of the faggot, as they jokingly say).

So one fine morning (around 12:00), like a good student, I started going up to Zografou to the school. Summer hadn't abandoned us yet, resulting in all the women walking around in hot outfits. Back then, the string was starting to become established and you really enjoyed walking down the street and checking out nice chicks.

The torture, of course, began at Akadimias and was called the 222. The bus that is eternally packed (those who have lived it must be nodding sympathetically now). When I got there, my dark moods would always take over. You'd squeeze in and come out sweaty, crumpled, and tormented.

My opinion, however, changed that day. So, getting on the bus, standing as always, I stood in a corner and waited for it to start moving in the hellish heat. It was the very first days of the new year and all the students were going to see what was happening at the school. We soon became packed like sardines and then, one stop after the starting point, the door opened. After a little while, after a small bump, a dream popped up next to me. Around 1.70m, reddish hair, a nautical-striped top, a full chest, and large expressive eyes. "Probably a first-year," I thought. As the bus started moving, she didn't manage to grab the handrail and to avoid falling, she grabbed my arm. -"Sorry!" she said and locked eyes with me while simultaneously, with difficulty due to the crowd, turned her back to me. That look was enough to wake up my cock, which was now resting against her ass cheeks.

Surprisingly, even though she realized it, she made no move to pull away, but I thought maybe she couldn't since there wasn't even room to breathe. At that moment, curiosity ate me up to see what she was wearing underneath. I struggled to make a little space to see, but I didn't manage.

That's when I thought that besides sight, there was also the sense of touch. I lowered my left hand, which was holding my notebook in front of me, and her cute little ass was now resting against my wrist instead of my cock. The fabric was stiff like denim and I assumed she was wearing pants, but as I moved my hand lower, I noticed her ass cheeks weren't outlined. So I concluded it was a skirt of unknown length.

Suddenly, the stiff feeling of denim gave way to a velvety little skin. That contact sent me flying and my pants began to tighten dangerously... The bus was stuck in traffic and everyone was sighing in frustration, but I wasn't. I felt the sweaty skin of her thighs sticking to my wrist with every... 'accidental' touch as the bus moved.

I was breathing exactly behind her head and I could clearly distinguish the intoxicating but discreet scent of Allure she was wearing. I was sure she felt my breath on her neck and I thought I saw her shiver. That's when I took the notebook in my other hand and lowered my now free hand between her thighs. I had the feeling her legs were a click more open than before. The contact of my hand with her baby-soft skin became permanent now, without her reacting at all. She didn't even turn to look at me again.

Then I began, slowly and pleasurably, in sync with the movement of the bus, to move my hand upward, between her thighs. She, undisturbed. At some point, a little before reaching near her pussy, I couldn't lift it any higher because it was stuck between her thighs. I felt she had sweated even more and her breathing had become faster. And then she made the move I had been waiting for so long: She opened her legs a little more.

With my index finger, I touched the edge of her satin underwear, which was soaked. With every movement of the bus, I pressed a little on her swollen pussy lips and she, intoxicated, gave me even more room by opening her legs. I managed to move her underwear aside. Her pussy was a shaved cunt!. I easily sank my thumb inside her and she bit her lips and closed her eyes from the heat. I began to torment her. Sometimes I put two fingers in her soaked pussy and sometimes I caressed her clit with circular motions. She struggled not to scream, while I was also ready to cum. I felt her juices mixed with sweat running down her thighs.

Suddenly we arrive at our stop where all the students get off and the bus empties. I pull my hand out abruptly, lower the notebook to hide the bulge in my pants, and get off. I didn't turn to see if she got off. I stopped for a moment and lit a cigarette to recover. -"

"Maybe you have a light?" I heard a voice behind me -"But what am I saying? You are fire yourself..." she continued. I didn't have time to answer and she grabbed me by the hand. Two blocks further, she took me up to a studio apartment, probably her place or a friend's. Going inside, we undressed and started kissing passionately. She had huge tits ready to burst. Our bodies were dripping with sweat and heat. She went down on my cock and sucked it with frenzy. I didn't even have time to tell her I was cumming and I came inside her mouth.

I lifted her with my hands and put her on the bed. I opened her legs and started licking her well-shaved pussy. I tasted her juices with the salty taste of sweat. I started biting her swollen pussy lips softly and that drove her crazy! I got up with frenzy and plunged my cock, which didn't take long to wake up again, into her tight pussy. She let out a cry of release and came instantly. I continued fucking her like a dog in doggy style and came on her back.

We had become soaked in sweat. I got up and got dressed, while she remained lying on her back on the bed, breathing like she was in hell. I hadn't said a single word to her. I didn't even know her name. I lit a cigarette, opened the door, and left. Some things lose their value when they become complicated. I never saw her again since then. I don't mind if you put my email.