Buses, Part 1

by Joanne

When I was 8 and my sister was 10 we had a game we liked to play. For those readers that live outside of the UK I should explain about double decked buses. The stairs to the upper deck are at the front, behind the driver. There are seats in the lower deck opposite the stairs that have a good view up them. It is tempting to take a quick look as people climb up. Mostly these glances are innocent, just mild curiosity.

We had to take the bus to and from school each day and it was by accident that we hit upon our game. We had got onto the bus and went up the stairs and peered along the length of the upper deck to see if the was spare seats. Julie, being the tallest went first and stretched up to see. There was no room and so she turned and gestured for us to go down stairs. I turned in time to see a man sat opposite the stairs looking up our skirts. I nudged Julie, the man blushed and turned away.

The lower deck was full as well and so we had to stand. We stood facing the man, holding onto the vertical bars with our hands high enough up the bar so that our school skirts were raised to be just below the gusset of our cotton panties. The man was sweating, desperate not to look and aching to touch our pussies.

As the bus journied along and people left it, some of them from upstairs, we once again went to look for seats. We were now aware of our audience. Julie let one leg spread to allow her to lean well forward to see if the rearmost seats were vacant. They were vacant and so we continued upstairs and along to the back. It wasn't long before the man arrived upstairs as well.

The back seat is a long seat right across the bus. We were sat on the right hand side. The man came along and sat on the left hand side. I leaned across Julie to look out of the window . This gave him a clear view of the white gusset of my panties,which were damp and moulded into my sex. I could see him reflected in the window. He thought no one was looking. He licked his lips and put his hand on his dick. He wanked himself slowly. His hand was increasing in speed. I turned suddenly, feigning innocence, to face him and kept eye contact. He was beyond the point of no returned and gave out a long slow gasp as he filled his pants.

The whole thing, the mans exquisite torture and the power trip it gave us, got us very excited. When the man had left the bus we fondled each other for the rest of the journey, shuddering silently each time we reached a climax. We had been lovers all our lives, both with each other and with our mother. We have all slept in the same bed as long as I can remember. Mother always said girls were for love. Men were for money.

Everybody faces forward on a bus. No one looks back and no one suspects that two young girls may be having wonderful sex on the back seat. Sometimes people do come and sit on the back seat, or are sometimes already there when we arrive. I always test them the same way by leaning across my sister to watch them reflected in the window. If they tut or just look away I just sit down again a picture of an innocence. A little girl unaware that she had just flashed her panties. If they responded then so did we.

It was very often a woman. We never humiliated women. It would often lead to wonderful sex. We would sometimes stagger into school barely able to walk. Sometimes it was an adult lesbian that really knew their way around a pussy, but sometimes, the best times, the less often times, it was a straight mother, usually of boys and very curious. We would have them trembling, wetting their panties in response to the expert, but very small hand of a pretty little girl working their pussies in ways they have only ever dreamed of.

One day, we were playing our game on the way to school as usual. It was a lovely summer Friday. We were on the stairs using our usual up skirt display, but when we turned to catch the victim out, we were stopped in our tracks. There was a girl with a smile that lit up my heart, turned it to liquid, and ran it from my pussy. She was about sixteen and drop dead gorgeous, she had long dark hair. She wore a school uniform I didn't recognise. Sitting there, her skirt barely covered her crotch. Her long slender legs run via tightly closed knees to cute little white socks. Her blouse, in spite or the loosely knotted school tie was open enough to show a hint of cleavage. It was love at first sight. We both stopped in our tracks. The girl turned slightly in her seat to face us. She relaxed her knees just enough to show a quick, fleeting, glimpse of her lacy white panties.

We went back upstairs and waited, both of us trembling and holding hands. We waited and we waited. We waited as long as we could, but she didn't come up the stairs. We went back to the head of the stairs and looked down via the mirror that all buses have halfway down the curling stairs. She saw us looking at her and just smiled and shook her head, which we both understood meant no, stay up there.

Our school bus stop came and went and still the signal meant stay. We obeyed, both of us totally besotted. The bus slowly got emptier and emptier. The road became less and less built up. We had never been to the end of the buses journey before and had no idea where we were. Eventually the bus came to a final stop and the the engine was switched off. There were footsteps as the last remaining passengers left the bus. We went to the head of the stairs again and looked down. She was gone.

We clambered noisily down the stairs and off the bus. There she was waiting. She held out a hand to each of us. We took her hand and looked around as we walked off together. We were in a village, if one house, a shop and a pub can be called a village. She spoke for the first time, “This is a special place, you will love it,” she said. “I come hear a lot. Sometimes I decide not to bother with schoolat all and just come hear.”

We stood looking through the shop window, still very much under this girl's spell, as she was buying, whatever it was, inside. She then led us out of the village to a stone arched bridge over a fast flowing but shallow river. She took us through the style type gate onto a footpath that led alongside the river. The path was narrow with overgrown grass on each side. We walked in single file with the girl in front. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic fashion.

We hadn't gone far when the narrow tree lined pathway opened out to a meadow. “This is my special place,” she said. I was routed to the spot and so was Julie as the girl started to undress. The shoes and socks were quickly kicked off as she danced around us. The tie was next. The blouse was undone button by button. My panties were wringing wet. She threw the blouse to the ground. A circle of the long grass had been flattened by her dance. The lace of her bra matched the panties we had had a glimpse of earlier. Her tits were full and round and didn't need the bra to support them. She discarded the bra and her tits barely moved. The soft breeze stroked them bringing her nipples out like organ stops. I was shaking and my pussy was weeping at the sight of her. The skirt was dropped and stepped out of. The panties were a thong disappearing between the round and pert cheeks of her bum. She turned slowly, showing us herself from every angle before slowly peeling the thong off.

Her deep, dense, dark, but well groomed pubic hair made my mouth water. I dropped to my knees. The girl just brushed my mouth with her bush. The feeling was electric. I could, for the briefest of moments, smell her odour. I stayed on my knees with my hand on my pussy as she slowly peeled Julie. I have been making love to and with Julie all my life, but watching her being prepared in this way was very, very erotic. I thought I would faint. Julie cried as she orgasmed without even being touched at all. The girl then make the most unbelievable love to Julie that left her a sobbing and a quivering wreck. Then it was my turn.

The combination of the erotic peeling and the gentle breeze massaging me in a way I had never known before. I too, climaxed even before she touched me. She laid me down on the grass and with expert use of her tongue, her lips and her fingers took me onto a cloud of ecstasy and kept me there, under her control, until I too, was a quivering wreck with starburst after starburst of orgasmic energy running through me from tip to toe. I had come of age.

We just, could not get enough of this girl's wonderful tits and pussie. We took turns making love to her. We picnicked from the stuff she had bought from the shop in the village and we frolicked in the cold water of the river. We were wonderfully naked in the sun all day. The mystery girl, is still a mystery girl to this day. Everytime we asked her for her name, she answered us with a kiss and a cuddle and more fantastic sex. We never got an answer and we never saw her again.