An event I always look forward to as Christmas time approaches is the annual outing of our church girls' choir to the eighteen to twenty one year old's choral concert at one of our English Cathedrals.
I'm one of the two or three men who go along with the girls to give a helping hand and to make everything run smoothly. So there I was in the gathering dusk of a winter afternoon in a minibus cruising up the interminable length of the M1, Britain's backbone motorway. I'd done my stint of driving and now I was in the middle seat at the back. I was enjoying being sandwiched between two pretty girls both less than half my age, twenty year old blonde Linda on my right and twenty one year old brunette Wendy on my left.
Linda and Wendy had the kind of perfect figures only girls that age have. My cock felt stiff enough to snap from the juicy daydreams about the two of them I was enjoying and the masturbation fantasy I was working on for my hotel bedroom later. I was wondering if at the next service station stop I'd need to visit the toilet for a good hard wank while the kinky antics with them I'd been imagining were still fresh in my mind.
I was awakened from my daydream by Wendy's leg rubbing against mine. I glanced down and had the shock of my life.
When I'd seen her at our last service station stop Wendy was in a short blue denim mini-skirt high up thighs clad in sheer black nylon tights. Her skirt was short enough that as she'd swung her legs to get out of the bus I could see white panties through her tights. Now her skirt was pulled right up round her hips and she was wearing neither tights nor panties. Even in the gloom I could see Wendy's neat dark bush of cunt hair between her wide spread bare legs. When she realised I'd noticed her display, Wendy grinned at me, pulled her skirt up even higher and strained her legs wider. Then she leaned across to whisper in my ear.
"I took my tights and knickers off when we stopped. You're always trying to look up my skirt in church. Do you like seeing my pussy?"
Realising she'd noticed my lustful interest in her I felt my face go red. Wendy customarily wore microscopically short skirts. She seemed to make a point of letting every guy who was interested see what was underneath. Her shapely legs and the upskirt panty peeps she treated us to were always a feast for any guy's lustful eyes.
"Go on," Wendy continued, nudging her leg against mine. Her voice remained soft but was rising with excitement. "Touch my cunt! I've never been touched on my pussy by a man."
I was still recovering from the shock when on my I felt Linda's hand on my other thigh. I turned instantly to look at her. Linda was always more demure than Wendy and wore jeans rather than skirts. But the way she moved in her bottom-clinging jeans and curve-clinging tops was always enough to get my cock rising. I looked down and saw that Linda had undone her jeans and spread her legs to reveal dark coloured panties. Linda smiled sweetly at me. Then she spread her legs wider, hooked her thumb over the top of her panties and pulled the front down to show me her smooth-shaven sex mound.
Beginning to realise what was going on I looked forward. Of the three girls in the seat in front one, Janet was engrossed in her phone and the other two, Sandra and Katy looked as if they were asleep. Even more than that, the high seat back in front of us shielded us from view. Linda and Wendy were putting on a private performance just for me. I got the message.
Wendy was insistent. Her bare knee beat against my leg.
"Touch me! I'm so hot! I'm wetting myself!"
A moment later my hand was on Wendy's knee then sliding up the inside of her soft smooth thigh. My hand met her pubic hair. It was so much softer than my wife's. I ruffled her bush for a moment then my fingers slipped through her forest to find the warm wet lips beneath. She gasped, quivered with sexual pleasure and nuzzled her pussy against my exploring hand when I stroked her virgin labia.
By then Linda's hand had found the hard bulging ridge of my erection through my trousers. Her fingers were gently fingering it as if she was feeling its length, girth and stiffness. I spread my legs wider for her exploring hand.
Wendy leaned across to me and whispered in my ear:
"Feel my tits while I pleasure myself."
I was still fingering Wendy's pussy and as she spoke her hand reached down between her spread legs. I moved my hand out of her way and watched as she massaged her pussy for a moment before she slipped two of her fingers into her vagina slit. Her hand between her legs began to smoothly and rhythmically bob up and down. I'd watched my wife pleasure herself enough times to know she was masturbating. The way Wendy's head flopped back with her eyes closed and her mouth open told me her pleasure had begun to rise immediately. Wendy's back arched as she thrust her hips and her big breasts bulged against the thin cloth of her blouse.
"Ohhh! Touch my tits!" Wendy repeated excitedly.
I fondled Wendy's breasts through her blouse first. Feeling the hard peaks of her aroused nipples against my hand through the thin taut cloth I realised immediately she'd also taken her bra off when we'd stopped. I slid my hand inside her blouse, up her bare front and found her soft round peaches. Her hand was still stroking methodically between her legs. She grunted and quivered against me when my hand found her nipples. They felt as taut as corks. I flicked them and teased them with my thumbs the way my wife likes when I get her hot in foreplay.
I momentarily glanced toward the front of the bus. Janet, Sandra and Katy were still as oblivious to the action going on behind them as were the others forward of them.
By that time Linda was fumbling with the zip of my trousers. A moment later my trousers were unzipped and open. Underneath I was in light blue cotton briefs. The cloth was thin and they were rather skimpy, the style my wife likes, and barely contained my by now full erection. Linda's hand was instantly inside my trousers exploring my balls and iron-hard penis through my briefs. Even in the gloom I could see a wet patch from pre-cum where the thin cloth of my briefs stretched taut over the big round erection-swollen head of my cock.
Linda pulled my briefs down below my balls. My scrotum and penis were out and naked with my seven inches of hard muscle pointing straight up. In the light of the motorway floodlights my thick bush of pubes looked as black as soot. My stiff shaft and its big round head, swinging stiffly with the motion of the bus, gleamed smoothly and glistened with pre-cum.
As my hand enjoyed Wendy's breasts and Wendy's pussy enjoyed her fingers Linda's hand began to play with me. She ruffled my thick pubic hair, she caressed my balls and gently stroked my penis, my groins and the inside tops of my thighs. I shifted forward a bit in my seat to let her fingers reach right under me between my balls and my anus. Linda's fingers told me instantly that she knew exactly what a man wanted, and how to tease my straining penis to the absolute peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity.
"Do you like that?" Linda whispered into my ear.
