Chapter 12 Bus trip

Before she could protest the arm the rested against the corner of the bus slid under her skirt and into his shorts. Good, she thought, he can adjust it so that he doesn't keep rubbing against my thighs and we can laugh about this later...

She spread her thighs, hoping to assist his shifting them both to a more comfortable position. His cock seemed unwilling to slide up, and Ben's hand trailed across her bare thigh as he reached for the band of his shorts. She shivered spread a little more and twisted in his arm that was still wrapped against her.

His dick had to angle down to stay between her thighs. The bus hit another pothole and swayed around a corner at that moment, and given the chance Ben's hard dick jumped up her thigh until it went as far as it could. He had pulled down his waistband just enough to free himself.

It couldn't have hit hard, but she felt his shaft slap up right along her pussy. His bare, naked, unbelievably hot, shaft. Anne jerked as though she'd been hit, biting her lip to catch the involuntary squeak that would have left her mouth had she not clamped down on it. Not that it mattered: the rest of the bus riders were either engrossed or focused on staying seated on the overcrowded benches as the bus bumped and jerked up another winding rise.

"Oops." Ben said softly in her ear. He chuckled as though freeing his dick from the confines of his shorts underneath the curtain of her skirt was an amusing joke.

Now as Ben pulled her ass snuggly into his rock hard abs, his dick rubbed against her pussy and inner thighs. Only her thin cotton thong separated them. She closed her thighs, but that only made the pressure worse as the ridge of his thick dick dead rubbed against her clitoris.

And Anne could feel her pussy growing slippery against her will. Worse, she could feel the sticky warmth of Ben's pre-cum soaking her panties.

Embarrassed she looked around, but all the other people on the bus were distracted and paying them no attention. With her thighs squeezed together she tried to shift herself away from him.

Anne could feel his cock resisting her, not yielding space to her squeeze, stiff but soft, and so warm. Each breath moved her just so against it, at first slightly abrasive but getting slicker by the moment as her body soaked through her panties.

Adjusting it, however, would require another dangerous amount of motion that might draw attention or make things worse. Right now things were okay. She could survive this with just her panties intact between them. It's not like Ben would actually try and have sex with her right here in plain sight of everyone, right?

"Mmm, I can feel you getting wet." sighed Ben, his breath quickening in her ear.

"I... I should move." Stammered Anne under her breath. Ben's arm tightened on her waist, pulling her closer so that her bum was pressed up tight against his hard stomach. The movement slid her further along his shaft, pulling her damp panties askew with the movement. In a shock she realized his other hand was still under her skirt, caressing the top of her thigh that was pressed against the bus wall.

"No, you're fine here. Just relax."

Relax? Anne thought, feeling a bubble of nerves rise in her stomach. If she screamed now she would never live this down. She'd already let things go too far without protest.

Ben moved the hand under her skirt down and his fingers brushed against her neatly trimmed pubis. She jerked instinctively away from his touch, but the jostling of the bus and his firm grip on her disguised the movement as he held her down.

In a deft motion Ben's fingers swept over her vulva, pulling her thong aside. He adjusted himself so that his dick now slid against her bare pussy. The shock of feeling the heat of his bare skin tap against her clit made her squeeze her legs closed even tighter--which only served to increase the pressure on her bare pussy.

She felt his thick head rubbing on her labia, splitting her open. Ben's bare glans, which was still slippery with precum, rubbed against her clit with every movement of the bus. Shocks of pleasure diffused her vulva and transferred deep into her core. Anne shuddered, paralyzed by the mix of unwelcome pleasure and fear. His shaft met only a little resistance as it slid between her folds. That resistance was getting slicker and slicker as her body betrayed her.

"You want me inside you, don't you," Ben purred in Anne's ear.

"No," she whispered back, "Please don't. I'm a virgin."

"Mmm, don't make any noise now. Wouldn't want to get in trouble, would you?"

The bus swayed around another steep mountain turn, wheels jittering on the uneven pavement. With each breath, she could feel herself moving against his dick as the bus swayed, felt it press and slide just a bit as Ben slightly flexed his hips.

Soon, Ben started pulling back, instinctively trying to find his way into her core. Anne could feel him sliding further and further back with each stroke, until his glans was teasing her vagina. As he slid against her body his dick flexed upward, as though begging to her to let him in.

Anne pressed her hand down on her lap, trying to coax his dick further down between her thighs where it had been when this first started to go wrong. She couldn't very well reach under her skirt without being more obvious. It was no good. She arched her back away from him and tried to slide toward his knees, prying at the arm that was wrapped around her waist.

But he was too large. Too strong. Too focused on the slide of his dick against her exposed pussy as he sought more from her.