Incredible Bus Experience

It was 1970.  I’m was junior in college.  About every other weekend I made the 2 hour bus trip from Boston to my home, then back again on Sunday. At 20 years old, sex was always on my mind, and I easily got a hardon.  One of the weirdest (and most pleasant) things for me was that as soon as the bus started, and the seat began to vibrate, I got a woody that lasted the entire 2 hours.  Fortunately, as soon as the bus stopped, it gradually went away, so that I could comfortably get off the bus.  But I really enjoyed the feeling for the 2 hours. One particular Sunday I will never forget.  I was on my way back to Boston, about half way through the trip.  I had the usual hardon, but just did my best to mildly enjoy it while staring out the window.  This particular bus route ran every hour, so the bus was typically nearly empty, which was the case this time.  Everyone on the bus (maybe 20 people) had a window seat, and the closest person to me was maybe 3 aisles away (which I only confirmed later, but I’m getting ahead of myself). We were in the right lane cruising at the speed limit.  As I stared out the window, a car pulled up alongside us.  There were 2 young men in the front seat, and a girl maybe 18 or 20 in the back seat.  She had her arms resting on the back of the bench seat (if you’re too young to remember a bench seat, look it up), her chin resting on her hands, her face looking forward.  She was also completely naked.  As she was leaning forward at the waist to get in that position, her very large, pendulous breasts were swaying side to side with the movement of the car.  I could not really see her lower body except to know that it was bare, but I had a very fine view of her tits.  The car passed by, so the experience could not have lasted more than 8 or 10 seconds, but it branded itself in my head, and wouldn’t let go. Now, normally the hardon I had was a casual one, not particularly demanding as I felt there was nothing I could do about it.  But once the image of those beautiful breasts took hold, my erection got rock hard, and my dick was squeezed uncomfortably in my tight blue jeans. This was when I looked around to see who was near me.  I had decided almost immediately that I had to jerk off to relieve myself, while reliving the experience.  Since no one was near, and since I have always been a bit of a risky exhibitionist as well as voyeur, I was excited to take a chance. I unzipped myself, and reached in through my tighty whities (I no longer wear tighty whities).  One thing I always liked about tighty whities is the fly flap.  Push it aside, and you can reach in to make your cock poke out the front.  Nice view, easy to wank, and easy to pop back in if necessary. I popped my cock out from the underpants, and through the fly of my jeans, and started to stroke.  I even closed my eyes a few times.  Since there was no bathroom on this bus, I saw no reason for anyone to get up from their seat, and such a thing had never happened on this trip before, so I felt pretty safe. As I got more aroused, I felt more like being risky.  I unsnapped my jeans, and pulled both jeans and underpants down around my knees.  Much better access this way, and much more fun.  I stared out the window from time to time while stroking, watching cars pass by, and fantasizing about another pair of gigantic tits coming into view. Finally, I was so aroused that I decided to remove my pants.  I pushed my sneakers off, rolled the pants down my legs, and put them on the seat beside me.  Then my underwear came off, and went on top of the pants.  I could then spread my legs very wide, enhancing the excitement. I rapidly approached lift off, but I have always been fond of edging, so I stopped, removed my hand, and admired my cock pointing straight up and oh so aroused.  After a minute, I started to stroke again, and stopped at the last second.  I could only do this about 5 times before I simply had to cum.  So I pointed my cock toward the floor, started to shake, and came in buckets.  Some cum squirted behind the seat in front of me, and the rest landed on the floor below.  I kept stroking until I was empty.  I grabbed a tissue from behind the seat I was facing, and wiped myself clean. Even after cumming, I enjoyed being naked from the waist down, and stayed that way for about 10 minutes before I decided that putting my pants back on was probably a good idea, so I did. Despite the continuing bus vibration, I did not get another hard-on for the rest of the trip, but that didn’t matter.  My mind still raced with what I had seen, and I knew I would never forget it. Sadly, nothing like that ever happened again, but I have masturbated a hundred times while thinking about it.