About three years after Alison left for university in the U.S., my path crossed with her friend Brenda. Brenda had always seemed to disapprove of Alison and my masturbation activities, probably out of jealousy or my (well-deserved!) reputation as a bit of a wild man. Anyways, we separately volunteered for a political party and wound up being assigned to some projects together. We somewhat surprisingly meshed well together and did some pretty good work as a team. When the party sent some of the volunteers to Big White ski hill as a reward, we were among them.
The group was sent to Kelowna in a chartered bus and we skied and socialized for a couple of days. During one of the pub sessions, Brenda privately apologized for being so judgmental towards Alison and I. Brenda and Alison had kept in tighter contact than Alison and me, and Brenda was now privy to the full details of our adventures. She said she now realized what we did and our motivations were not a big deal. Then, out of the blue, she said she too wouldn’t mind trying masturbating with another person and wondered if I’d be interested. The bus was returning to Vancouver the next evening, so I told her we’d have do it on the bus - the hotel rooms for the volunteers were group and there was no way to get any privacy.
When I boarded the bus after supper the next night, I saw Brenda sitting towards the back and joined her. She was wearing a t-shirt and track bottoms under her ski jacket. When I sat beside her, she took off the jacket and laid it over our laps. During the ride from the ski hill to the highway junction towards Vancouver at Osooyoos, we groped each other’s genitals through our pants when the bus left the well-lit areas and, despite the fact Brenda was very skinny in comparison to my preferred more voluptuous type, I got very aroused and my cock was rock-hard. Her pretty much all-nipple titties were protruding nicely through her top.
When the bus turned west on Highway 3 towards Vancouver, there was a good stretch of sparsely inhabited areas and most people turned off their lights. I pulled my cock out of my zipper and Brenda lowered her track bottoms to mid-thigh. We went to work on ourselves hidden under her ski jacket, bring as quiet as we could and occasionally having to stop when someone went to the toilet at the back of the bus. Our excitement slowly grew and Brenda would smile when she made eye contact while our hands worked away.
Probably half an hour after we started wanking, I was getting really close and there were liquid noises as my pre-cum started flowing more copiously. Nobody was coming down the aisle, so I opened my shirt and went for my nut. Brenda was watching, fascinated, and I lifted the ski jacket a bit and stroked off a big, thick load over my stomach and chest. She smiled again, closed her eyes, and sped up her fingering. I reached over and squeezed her hard nipples through her shirt and she soon came, humping herself against her hand and gritting her lips. After she came down, she gave me some Kleenex and I wiped up my wet load. We arranged ourselves and I put the cummy tissues in the seat-back pocket for the cleaning crew at the other end. Brenda and I slept most of the rest of the way home.
Our party got smoked in the next election and the volunteer activities were no longer needed. I gave her my number, but Brenda never contacted me before I was transferred to another city a few years later.
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