"Fucking... fuck." Thinking myself alone in the sex stinking party bus, dripping wet with my sister in law's she-cum.
"Yeah." The driver agreed, standing in the aisle but facing out toward the open door, without looking he picked up the roll of paper towels and tossed them to me.
"Thanks." I almost didn't want to clean it off, I just wanted... well I wanted to tug my dick with the intoxicating liquid, it would only take three strokes at the most. I would have if the driver wasn't standing there, even not looking it would be weird. I started cleaning myself off, he kicked one of those little office rubbish bins down the aisle to me. Since I had to fill the silence with something I asked, "This... type of thing happen a lot?"
"Yes and no." I thought that would be it since he went quiet for so long. Eventually he had more. "Some blowjobs, LOTS of blowjobs. Had a blowjob contest once, that was in the biggest bus we have, twenty guys getting blown by twenty gals to see who was the best cock sucker. Winner drank free the rest of the night. Some sex, usually they wait till everyone goes into wherever they are going, then slip back in the bus." Tugging his cap up off his head as he shook it, laughing under his breath. "Never had a squirting thing happen."
"Yeah, sorry about that." There were splatters of the stuff even what seemed too far for Jane to have done, too fresh for the earlier squirt.
"No worries, we include a cleaning service in the fee. Won't be me doing it. Certainly something though. I always thought it was like an urban legend. Not anymore, now I see it's a thing. Genetic too, all three of them!" I laughed, years ago I hadn't believed it either until the first time I'd gotten Lucy off. Like REALLY gotten her off, she'd been so embarrassed but I'd been hooked. For months afterwards she'd tried to fight it, tried to stop me at her small orgasms that I thought of as pre-orgasms. Eventually giving into to, telling me it was the difference between pleasured relief and AMAZING SCREAMING BLISS. "Thanks for the education."
"Well, this... Sharing, swapping, exhibition stuff is all a first for me." By then I was reaching for my clothes, my dick finally giving up in sullen deflation.
"Don't bother with that son." The guy said stepping down to the door. "Looks like one of the ladies is coming back to give you what you need."
I would have asked who but didn't know if he knew everyone's names. My hope was that it was my wife, Jane, or hell even Dana but it was dark brown head of hair that came up the stairs after the driver had made himself scarce. Anxious brown eyes peeking up at me over the rail. Tonya! Boy did he have it wrong. I was probably about to get scolded not relieved.
"They're gonna be in there awhile." She said when she willed herself to come up fully into sight. My only answer was a raised eyebrow which she didn't see since she was only taking quick glances of my cock between looking out the window. "Those pina colada things are huge."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Or maybe not, if she'd just wanted to moodily stew somewhere she wouldn't have waited till the Bus Driver left to come aboard. She hadn't turned around in a huff when she saw me still naked. If Tonya was one thing she was not afraid of letting her annoyance be known. With that thought, plus her looks at my dick, I thought she had come in basically stating that we had all the time in the world. Maybe my logic was flawed, I had to face it that I was one third drunk and two thirds blue balled. It my rationale was wrong because of those things, my courage was bolstered by them.
"He's really disgusted by you squirting?" Standing there in the aisle the oldest sister looked youthful again, her misery stripping back the years to show the woman who'd gotten married too young. Married a guy who didn't seem to be able to come to grips with a part of the woman he supposedly cared for. I liked Gary, I'd often thought I might drink too much if I was married to Tonya. Now... I saw why she might be angry all the time. "I'm not disgusted by it."
"No, you're not." She agreed, taking half a step forward, looking totally un-Tonya like as she trembled with timidity.