An Encounter On The Senior Trip Bus

I shivered a little and pulled the blanket tighter around myself as I tried to nod off to sleep as I was swayed back and forth. The tour bus was lumbering down the dark interstate and the blustery winter night continually swatted it to and fro. Rationally, I knew that the bus driver was an experienced professional with hundreds of thousands of miles under his belt, but I had never been a very good passenger and didn't like giving up control to someone else. Between that unconscious nervousness, the chill coming through the window, and the movement of the bus, I was having a hard time getting any rest.

The lights were dimmed down and most of my fellow riders were out cold. When we had pulled out of the parking lot three hours ago, there was music playing from phones, pillows being tossed about, and conversations that competed to be heard over each other. As the bus trundled on, however, the music moved to earbuds, the pillows found their places propping up drowsy bodies, and the conversations eventually died out. There were a few people still awake, but they were sitting quietly and being gently illuminated by the light of their phones. Since I wasn't sleeping anyway, I tossed the blanket to the side and unfolded myself from the thinly-covered seat, taking a moment to stand in the aisle and get my sea legs, as it were. Once I had caught my balance in the swaying bus, I shuffled towards the back where I could use what they had for a rest room and throw a little water on my face.

As I returned from my excursion and began lowering myself into my seat towards the front of the bus, I was surprised to find that I now had a seatmate. The light trace of peach and cherry that lit up my nostrils announced that it was Jenna. She looked up at me with a smile as I collected my blanket from my seat and unceremoniously dumped myself back into the uncomfortable chair. While I began to cover myself up with the blanket again, she leaned closer to me to whisper.

"Having trouble getting some sleep, Mr. Landrum?" was what she asked in a hushed tone.

Jenna was a complicated situation. After a tryst at her homecoming and a crazy night after she conned my nephew out of my address, we had seen each other a few more times, but it wasn't really a romance. We both found the idea of an older man helping this 18 year old experiment with her sexuality to be intensely arousing, which is why she liked calling me Mr. Landrum instead of Dave and I could feel my loins twitch every time she used that husky bedroom voice to say it. Because of the age difference and the way we met, our interaction -- could we call it a relationship? -- was a hidden one that we had, by silent agreement, confined to my house. At this point, we had explored every inch of the master bedroom, the shower, the couch, the dining room, the kitchen, and even the staircase on one particularly desperate afternoon. After homecoming, I had become an expert at coming up with excuses when I was called to be asked to chaperon dances or field trips or help with any of the other projects that I previously would have bent over backwards to find time to do. I felt bad about it, but I knew that being around Jenna like this was a risk.

That risk is what I was thinking about right at that moment. We were on the Senior Trip with which I had no intention of offering to help. But the administrator from my nephew's school had called me at the last minute and caught me in a moment of weakness. Apparently, another student's parent was supposed to be one of the chaperons, but he had contracted pneumonia and wasn't able to go and they were desperate. Since I had no kids of my own and a flexible work schedule, I had a reputation for being available to drop everything and help at the last minute. When the phone rang on the day before the trip, it sounded like it was a real scramble to try to find a replacement male chaperon and I just couldn't say no. The trip was optional, after all, so maybe Jenna wasn't even going to go, I rationalized. But, of course, when I showed up at the school parking lot to load up, there she was. And now she was sitting next to me on the bus.

"Jenna!" I hoarsely whispered at her. "What are you doing up here?"

"Well, I saw that you had gotten up to use the bathroom and figured you were awake. Since I heard that you were in sales," she was now saying loudly enough to be sure to be heard by anyone still awake, "I thought maybe I could ask you some questions about that. I was thinking that might be an interesting career option for me when I get out of college."

She wanted to talk about career options? My fear subsided a little bit as she talked since it certainly wouldn't be untoward for me to be seen giving mentorship and advice. Over the last few months I had discovered that Jenna not only had the book smarts to be near the top of her class, but she also had a really good sense of the world. We had spent a couple nights by the fire where we sat and just talked and tried to solve the world's problems.

"Yeah, I'm a rep for a medical devices outfit," I whispered back. "I'd be happy to tell you how I got my start and what kinds of things you might want to explore in college. We should probably keep our voices down, though, since people are sleeping."

"Mr. Landrum, don't you think there are things I could explore before I got to college?" she whispered. At the word "explore" there was a slight tug on my blanket and I felt a hand moving across my thigh. The gears in my brain started crashing into each other as I realized that I was right the first time. She hadn't come up here for conversation at all. It was the second time she had ambushed me in public. My eyes got big as I stared a warning at her; this was hardly the time or the place!

She gave me a vicious grin that told me my warning was going to be ignored as she tugged on the drawstring that kept my jogging pants cinched. When her hand slid past the waistband, I flinched as her thin fingers probed to find a way into my boxers.

"So, is it really hard to get into it?" she whispered. "Sales, I mean."

As she spoke, her hand broke through the folds of cotton and found what she had been looking for. She grasped me with a firm, but slightly cold, grip.

"Ah, well, uhm," I stammered, struggling to find a sentence that would continue the charade. "It's not too, ah, hard, uh, once you find something you, uh, really like."

"Well, it seems awfully hard to me!"

She wasn't wrong; at the moment it was definitely hard, and we weren't talking about career options any more. I shifted my head around to take a quick survey of the bus. The backs of the seats were very tall, affording us some front-to-back privacy. The seats across the aisle were taken up by another student's mom. Her eyes were covered by a pink, fuzzy mask with her head propped up against a pillow and her mouth hanging slightly open. Definitely asleep. Unless someone in one of the adjoining rows stood up or walked down the aisle, there wasn't anyone else that would be able to see us. Still, my brain was screaming at me that this was a really bad idea.

Jenna did not seem to be encumbered by the same train of thought that was rolling down the rails of my brain, however. She had arranged both my pants and my boxers to give herself enough room to work and with a very light grip had begun running her hand up and down. She was grinning wildly at me as the smooth skin of her palm slid up and down my shaft. Her touch started light out of respect for the fact that there was no lubrication but it didn't take long before I could feel a little slickness beginning to develop at the tip of my shaft. Jenna felt it too and started running her fingers over my tip, spreading that natural lubrication and slowly increasing the pressure of her grip while adding to the speed of her motions.

For my part, my tongue was jammed firmly between my molars and I was biting down hard to avoid making a sound. My back was arched into the back of the bus seat while my rear was lifting up and out of the bottom. It was just as well that she was wearing baggy sweats for the trip, since I wouldn't have been able to appreciate any of her more form-fitting outfits in the darkness of the bus. I could see her face, however; those beautiful green eyes staring into mine as she watched me trying not to writhe too much as she jerked me off. I could feel the pulsing in my groin as her hand slid up and down on me, making a little twist on my head at the top of each of her strokes. She delicately licked her lips through a smile and then canted her head to put her lips to my ear, just barely touching it, and breathed gently. Her breath sent a sensation through my body that was an erotic combination of a tickle and an electric shock. I thrashed back in my seat and nearly yelped as she took me over the edge. Her strokes turned into a twist over my head combined with a strong grip that forced the hot, opaline flow from me. What little vision I had in the darkened bus faded away for a moment as the pleasure overtook me, the pain in my tongue reminding me to keep my silence. I shuddered as she milked each strand out of me until I was spent.

As my vision returned, I saw her hand return from under the blanket, the clear white solution forming strands connecting her fingers. From the warm and wet sensation, I suspected that I was seeing only a small portion of what she had shot out of me. With her eyes on mine and the smile still on her face, she raised her hand to her lips and let her tongue reach out. Moving slowly and deliberately, she ran the tip of her tongue over a finger then slowly slid it between her lips, sucking it gently before moving to the next. When she had finished cleaning my cream from her skin, she started to stand up.

"Thank you, Mr. Landrum," she whispered. "That was exactly what I was hoping to get out of you!"

With that, she finished standing, stepped over me into the aisle, and headed back towards her seat. My first thought was to try to go back to the lavatory again and try to clean myself up, but I could feel myself finally starting to get drowsy. Deciding that this was not a bad way to be put to bed for the night, I stretched my legs out, closed my eyes, and let the bus rock me back to sleep.