I shifted to my left just a little which brought me much closer to her. I pulled the panty leg down and to the side and touched her wet nakedness. Smooooth, slippery nylon, then a garter, then even smoother, soft flesh at the top of her thigh. Just riding these old buses, lots of stop and go, lots of vibration, hard on. Primm
(An absolutely true story)
I was a teenager, 15. I pulled the panty leg down and to the side and touched her wet nakedness. The bus would sway, she’d press against my shoulder and her nyloned knee would rub against the back of my hand. I slowly buried that finger and then the next as far up into her as I could. Getting off, lots of butts to rub against or let me hand slide over, “ooops sorry, sure is crowded”, hard on. I felt the silkiness of her nylons and the warmth of her leg as my hand closed on her leg.
