Schoolbus Relations (teaser)
Introduction:
THis is just a teaser to a story in the works. It’s about a high schoole boy who can find the bus ride home quite pleasurable.
I want to tell you about what is probobally the most wonderful thing that happened to me during my high school years. It started out as a disaster, but eventally turned into what could only be described as a miracle.
We all remember high school, the adrenaline jungle littered with short skirts, tank tops, hip huggers, and those gift’s from God that we simply call low-cut tees. At the time, and to this very day, I was fascinated with breasts, and the low-cut shirts were my guardian angel, ensuring that I would indeed survive high school. I would spend entire class periods staring down girls shirts. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those times when the girl would kinda smile and slyly let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but after school, I was in for another treat. Most people wanted to go home to spend time with their friends, or hang out at the mall, or be with their girlfriend. Personally, I didn’t have many friends, the prospect of the mall was unreachable, and I had never had a girlfriend. Rather, I looked forward to being released from school for the bus ride itself. From the school to my house was about 45 minutes, and the bus had maybe nine people on a good day. But luckly for me, one of those few students was a certain girl. Her name was Blessing. She had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen, whch were accented by the fact that she wore an extra low cut shirt day after day. She sat in the seat across the isle from me, and often she would sleep on the way home. Another blessing was the fact that the road to our area was filled with potholes. Every time we hit one, it seemed as if her breasts were just eager to leap up out of that shirt. Every day I would stare at her breasts, never getting tired. At home, and on a few occasions on the bus, I would jack off to alot of the girls at school, but always finish to Blessing. THe magnificent shape of her breasts, the perfect curve to them, the way they bounced. They were, at my guess, 42 D’s.
The days went by and I would see new peeks but always be enticed by the sight of Blessings breasts. Not a day went by that I didn’t look, and on one day that she was sick, I thought for sure I was going to die, only being saved by the fact that I saw what I thought might have been a nipple earlier that day. She never seemed to notice that I was staring. A few times I was tempted to reach over and feel them, but always seemed to find a reason not to. And then, on that fateful wednesday, it happened.
The day had been slow. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I know Blessing would. THe day seemed to last for hours. People were yapping on and on about the snow outside, but I could care less. People seemed entice by the white wonderland of snow, while I couldn’t get my mind of the white wonderland of Blessing’s pale boobs. FInally, the 3 o’clock bell rang and I rushed to the bus. BLessing arrived a few minutes later in a georgeous red shirt,, low cut of course. The first low-cut peek I had seen all day, my dick snapped to attention the second she stepped onto the bus. She sat down and closed her eyes. I sat with my legs on the seat, and when I was absolutely positive nobody was looking (the bus was near empty, and the bus driver couldn’t see anyways) I whipped out my cock and began stroking it. I stared at her magnificent breasts, so full and protruding from her shirt, while stroking myself. I was in heaven. All of a sudden, the bus jerked and I was lurched back. The bus driver had been cut off and hit the brakes to ensure not to hit the slow driver. Blessing was thrown out of her seat onto me, and the bus driver shouted a mixture of swears and appologies. I looked down to Blessing on my lap, and she looked up, sleepily. Then we both looked down to my lap, where my rock-hard boner was softly nestled between her breasts. She looked up at me with a mixture of shock and surprise. At that moment, the bus pulled up to my house. I placed my dick back in my pants, muttered and apology to her, then dashed off the bus. I was screwed, and I couldn’t hold back my penis from ejaculating the warm juices into my pants and down my leg.
We all remember high school, the adrenaline jungle littered with short skirts, tank tops, hip huggers, and those gift’s from God that we simply call low-cut tees. At the time, and to this very day, I was fascinated with breasts, and the low-cut shirts were my guardian angel, ensuring that I would indeed survive high school. I would spend entire class periods staring down girls shirts. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those times when the girl would kinda smile and slyly let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but after school, I was in for another treat. Most people wanted to go home to spend time with their friends, or hang out at the mall, or be with their girlfriend. Personally, I didn’t have many friends, the prospect of the mall was unreachable, and I had never had a girlfriend. Rather, I looked forward to being released from school for the bus ride itself. From the school to my house was about 45 minutes, and the bus had maybe nine people on a good day. But luckly for me, one of those few students was a certain girl. Her name was Blessing. She had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen, whch were accented by the fact that she wore an extra low cut shirt day after day. She sat in the seat across the isle from me, and often she would sleep on the way home. Another blessing was the fact that the road to our area was filled with potholes. Every time we hit one, it seemed as if her breasts were just eager to leap up out of that shirt. Every day I would stare at her breasts, never getting tired. At home, and on a few occasions on the bus, I would jack off to alot of the girls at school, but always finish to Blessing. THe magnificent shape of her breasts, the perfect curve to them, the way they bounced. They were, at my guess, 42 D’s.
The days went by and I would see new peeks but always be enticed by the sight of Blessings breasts. Not a day went by that I didn’t look, and on one day that she was sick, I thought for sure I was going to die, only being saved by the fact that I saw what I thought might have been a nipple earlier that day. She never seemed to notice that I was staring. A few times I was tempted to reach over and feel them, but always seemed to find a reason not to. And then, on that fateful wednesday, it happened.
The day had been slow. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I know Blessing would. THe day seemed to last for hours. People were yapping on and on about the snow outside, but I could care less. People seemed entice by the white wonderland of snow, while I couldn’t get my mind of the white wonderland of Blessing’s pale boobs. FInally, the 3 o’clock bell rang and I rushed to the bus. BLessing arrived a few minutes later in a georgeous red shirt,, low cut of course. The first low-cut peek I had seen all day, my dick snapped to attention the second she stepped onto the bus. She sat down and closed her eyes. I sat with my legs on the seat, and when I was absolutely positive nobody was looking (the bus was near empty, and the bus driver couldn’t see anyways) I whipped out my cock and began stroking it. I stared at her magnificent breasts, so full and protruding from her shirt, while stroking myself. I was in heaven. All of a sudden, the bus jerked and I was lurched back. The bus driver had been cut off and hit the brakes to ensure not to hit the slow driver. Blessing was thrown out of her seat onto me, and the bus driver shouted a mixture of swears and appologies. I looked down to Blessing on my lap, and she looked up, sleepily. Then we both looked down to my lap, where my rock-hard boner was softly nestled between her breasts. She looked up at me with a mixture of shock and surprise. At that moment, the bus pulled up to my house. I placed my dick back in my pants, muttered and apology to her, then dashed off the bus. I was screwed, and I couldn’t hold back my penis from ejaculating the warm juices into my pants and down my leg.
That’s what I have so far, tell me what you think.
