On the bus again
Dick was never so excited to catch a bus. He didn't know where he was going. He only knew that Sally had told him to get on this bus at this time and not to tell his mum and sister that he would meet her. There had also been clear instructions on what to wear: his jeans shorts with nothing underneath.
He loved a mystery and he loved Sally's surprises for him even more. Dick was half expecting to see her on the bus, waiting for him but the stop near her house would only come up later.
He sat down near the aisle and waited for the stop near Sally's place and sure enough, she entered, wearing a short black skirt and a loose white t-shirt. She didn't notice him at first. Dick waited for her to spot him but she looked the other way, stopping right in front of him with her back turned towards him.
Was this one of her games again? Sally moved backwards, closer to him until her bum pushed against his hand that was gripping a pole. He moved his index finger over her ass cheek, hidden from view under the skirt.
"She must be wearing a thong," he thought.
But when he moved his hand carefully over her bum, there was no fabric anywhere -- she was naked under her skirt! Just as he realised this, Sally casually turned around, now pushing her shaven pussy against his fingers. This was amazing! There were dozens of people right there and none of them had a clue what was going on right under their noses! He got very hard very quickly.
At first, he held his hand still, letting Sally use the movements of the bus on the bumpy road to push back and forth, to rub herself against his fingers. Then his index finger pointed outwards, finding her wet opening and pushing inside her. Now she let his finger fuck her as she moved towards and away from him, her eyes almost closed and her head bent backwards slightly but noticeably.
Sally seemed to enjoy a bit of edging herself. Before she could climax, she asked him: "Excuse me, would you mind swapping places with me please?"
"Of course," he said and got up, getting a bit harder at the anticipation of what would come next. Sally took his place but her hand didn't grip the pole. Instead, she leaned forward in her seat, offering him a look down her shirt from where he was standing. Together with her panties, she also "forgot" to wear a bra today! She crossed her arms in front of her chest, pushing her boobs up and resting her right hand on her left arm, right next to his groin.
Dick brushed his erection under the shorts over her fingers, gently first, then with a bit more pressure. At the same time, he could clearly see her big firm tits and erect nipples under her loose top. He was getting really hard now. He glanced around to see if anyone was taking notice but everyone apart from Sally and himself looked at their phones.
She was getting bold and her finger slid inside the tiny opening at the top of the zipper of his shorts. Sally ran her finger nail over his shaft and then wrapped her finger around his stiff erect cock.
This was almost too much! He was about to pull back to avoid disaster when Sally removed her hand and said: "Excuse me, this is my stop," winking at him.
He replied: "I'm getting off here too," and followed her to the door.
When they were outside, they stopped pretending to be strangers and hugged, laughing. Then Sally gave him a long, passionate kiss. For the first time in public! It felt almost better than all the games they had played!
Dick looked around and only now realised where they were. "The coach station? What are we doing here?"
"Let's see. What do people do at the coach station? We're having lunch. They make the best burgers in town here."
"Really?"
"No, dickhead. We're going on a coach, what did you think?"
"Haha! I know!" he lied, "I was joking."
"No you weren't. But it's ok. You're the most intelligent daft person I know."
Anyone for tennis?
It was still a secret where Sally was taking him. They sat next to each other on the coach and this time, there was no pretending to be strangers and no fondling and touching each other's bits. Sally leaned against him, he held her in his arm. She rested her head against his neck and he gently stroked her hair and head. Dick had never felt so comfortable and at ease. Maybe sex was overrated and this was the real deal.
Nah, he decided, he still couldn't get enough of touching her, getting hard and shooting his cum! But later, not now. If this coach journey would have gone all day and through the night, he would have been totally fine with it. But after a good half hour, it was time to step out, right in front of a couple of tennis courts.
This was the big surprise? Dick didn't play tennis, he didn't do any sports unless they could be played sitting in front of a screen using a controller.
Sally saw the question marks hovering over his head and said "Trust me, you're gonna love this!"
Dick couldn't remember a time when she had been wrong but he had no idea how he would enjoy this part of the surprise trip.
When they walked towards the court, he saw that a match was under way and only a few people were watching. Instead of entering the spectator stand, Sally opened a small door on the side and led him downstairs into a dark room full of tools, tennis nets and a lot of other stuff he couldn't see in the dim light. Dick now remembered that Sally's Dad worked here as a coach.
What was all this about? Would the lights go on and his mum and sister would shout "Surprise"? Or had this whole thing been a honey trap all along and the Russian mafia would sell his organs? These were the two most plausible explanations he had.
Sally guided him to a small window high up in the room as they were half underground. When he looked out, three thing happened at the same time. First, he understood. Second, he had a deja vu. Third, he got hard.
He understood why they were here when he saw the girls in their short tennis skirts from underneath, giving a perfect view on their white cotton panties when the skirts flew up.
He was reminded of the episode in his school, seeing his classmates in their cheerleader outfits and being inappropriately touched by his teacher.
