That One Bus Ride

The Adventures of George - That One Bus Ride

I know this guy named George. I swear he has to be the luckiest guy I know. Let me tell you a little bit about him. He's pretty average, about 5 '7", dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a few extra pounds that don't show much unless you happened to see him with his shirt off. We're not related (George is my last name, and it's his first name.) I don't know what he's packing in those jeans he likes to wear, but I swear that thing has a good luck charm on it. Let me give you an example...

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George was on a bus, stuck in the very back seat on the driver's side and, from the sound of it, right over the engine of the bus. This was not where he was supposed to be, and he was not happy about it. He was supposed to be in the Roomette that he had purchased for his trip on the train. The train engine had broken down about 20 miles from the station where he got on, and now he was on the train company bus headed for the next stop on his trip. To top it off, the heaters on the bus had yet to warm up, so everyone was bundled up on top of being packed in like sardines. This was not an auspicious beginning to his vacation.

Next to him was a woman who had the misfortune of having been the last person to get on the bus, and the inside seat by him was the only one left. George had politely offered her the aisle seat (even though it would have set his claustrophobia off big time to sit by the window) and she had refused. Now, 15 minutes into a projected 90 minute bus ride, they rode along in a companionable silence. His seatmate, Caroline she had said her name was after getting settled in, had a small blanket over her lap and her eyes were closed. She was a strawberry blonde with hazel eyes, shorter than him by a couple of inches, and looked to be a bit overweight, just like him. She was also slouched down a little and appeared to be trying to settle in for a nap.

George had his hands in his lap and his head down, trying to catch a quick nap when he felt her leg bump into him. Thinking that he was probably man-spreading, he closed his legs a bit and tried again to go to sleep. He could tell that she was moving around a bit and cracked his left eye open just enough to see what was going on without lifting his head. Her legs were now crossed, right over left, and her right leg was steadily moving up and down and rubbing against her left leg, not quickly but not slowly either. George put it down to nerves and closed his eyes again and tried to doze, slowly fading out of consciousness.

A few minutes later he faded back in but kept still. He could tell that she was still at it by the movement, but also now he could hear her breathing just a little bit heavier. George cracked his left eye open again. Her left arm appeared to be bent at the elbow with her hand somewhere near her chest. The thought crossed his mind that she was quietly rubbing one out, but he dismissed the thought and tried to go back to sleep. He overheard someone remark that they still had an hour to go and that brought him very little relief. The heaters were starting to make a difference, so soon enough he would need to unzip his jacket and take off his gloves. But first, a bit more of a nap. Out he went.

Several minutes later George drifted back in and knew that it was time to shed a layer or two. From the sounds of it, Caroline was still intent on doing whatever she was doing while several of the other passengers opted to stand up and take off outerwear before sitting back down again. He slowly sat back up and then stood up and took off his coat and gloves, giving Caroline a quick glance as he moved about. Her hands were back in her lap, and her leg had stopped moving for the moment, but she was still breathing a little heavier and she looked a bit flush. George offered to step down the aisle so that she could take off her jacket or something but she declined and went back looking out the window. Bundling the gloves and jacket up and resting them on his lap as he sat back down, George closed his eyes just enough to appear that they were closed but open enough for him to watch her. He worked on slowing his breathing to feign sleep and soon enough it paid off. After he looked and sounded asleep for a couple of minutes, Caroline began moving her leg again, and he could see that her left hand was back up at her chest. In another moment she shifted her hand to the right and George was treated to her left hand pinching her right nipple through her clothes. Well, that certainly settled that question. She was totally rubbing one out sitting there next to him because she thought that he was asleep!

This was going to be a test for George. How long could he sit there and let her pleasure herself without letting her know that she was being watched? It wasn't going to be easy, because just that little tease of what she was doing was getting him aroused. The most obvious thing to do was to close his eyes again and just let her keep on thinking that he was asleep, so that's what he did. Long minutes went by and finally George was sure that her breathing was a bit heavier. Her leg was still moving and was obviously providing the primary physical stimulation, and her fingers on her nipples were adding to it, but there had to be some thrill for her to be doing that in this situation. The thrill of doing it, the risk of being caught... yeah, powerful stimulants.

Minutes passed slowly, but George kept his eyes closed. The bus driver put out a message that they were about an hour from their next stop, so there was plenty of time. Just after that announcement there was the sound of footsteps coming down the aisle. The leg stopped, and he guessed that the hand stopped too. A moment later the person entered the bathroom and closed the door. From the smell that briefly blew by his nose, George was very glad that he didn't have to use that room yet. Hopefully not at all, but the future could bring anything. More time passed and finally the person came out of the bathroom and went back to their seat. Soon thereafter the leg started again. George had never seen a woman that could rub one out just with her legs like Caroline was doing, but that didn't mean that it wasn't possible.

The tension was growing thick with every passing minute, and Caroline's breathing was growing heavier. George could even feel her shaking slightly in her seat. She really wanted this one, and was working hard to get it. He dared crack an eye open and could see that both hands were pulling at her nipples while her leg kept up the steady movement. Closing them again, he prayed for someone around him to say something about how long they had left. Surely Caroline would want to know this too, especially if her eyes were closed. He had no way of knowing if they were, though, so he was just stuck with not knowing.

Just as he was about to open his eyes again the sound of the engine changed, getting slower and quieter. They must be getting off of the highway and onto the city streets. This meant that she had very little time to finish. Making the decision quickly, George cracked open an eye to see the grand finale when it (she) came. A few minutes more of leg action and nipple tweaking and her breath was getting a bit ragged. Right about then, the bus hit a speed bump and jolted everyone, so he picked this moment to "wake up." Caroline gave a little "Oh!" and shuddered for a few seconds and then was still. Her breathing slowed, the leg stopped, and her hands were in her lap. The show was over and George had managed to catch the finale. At least something on this trip went right.

As they pulled up to the station people began cheering. George and Caroline waited patiently while the bus emptied out, then began shuffling down the aisle towards the door. As they exited the bus into the crowd that had formed, George turned to Caroline, looked her directly in the eyes, and said, "Thanks for the show," and smiled at her briefly before turning and walking away. The brief moment of shock on her face, quickly replaced by a sly smile as he turned away, gave him a smile of his own.

After boarding the replacement train, ensuring that his bags had made the transition and that he could find his room, George treated himself to a nice dinner in the dining car and then a quick nightcap from the bar. Dropping a couple of bucks into the tip jar, he retired to his room and was about to lock the door for the night when someone knocked. George took a moment to think and then opened the door, expecting the Conductor. There, in the half-lit hallway, stood Caroline. This brought him up short and made him raise his eyebrows.

"Would you like another show?" she asked.

"In a more private venue?" he nodded back to his room.

"Exactly what I had in mind," she smiled at him as he stepped aside to let her in.

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See what I mean? Talk about luck! Next time I'll tell you about another one of his adventures.