The experience I'm about to relay is a peak one, though almost nothing happened. (Due to my own inexperience, confusion and lack of confidence)
I was riding a city bus that took me from my small town to a larger city about 30 minutes away, though the bus route made it take a lot longer.
The route was, at this time in history, an important one since it serviced a huge area outside the larger city and took people to and from work as well as provided a link to the much greater array of experiences available culturally and for shopping, etc, in this metropolitan area.
It was late afternoon on the day in question and the bus was PACKED. With each stop it became more so. I gave up my seat to an older woman and was standing near the back of the bus.
At some point a girl I recognized as the younger sister (she was probably 15--I was about 17 at the time) of a girl I knew in my grade at high school got up to give her seat to an older person who had gotten on. This put her right in front of me. The bus was so full we were basically touching though I was trying to keep a respectful distance--I was a nice boy.
She was a little plump with smallish tits (hidden this day by an oversized army surplus jacket) and a lovely, larger than average ass,
The bus was now on a fairly long and straight section of highway that put us several minutes away from the next possible stop.
As we rumbled along I started to notice that my crotch was now touching her jean-clad ass.
Self conscious, I backed away thinking I had unconsciously moved forward.
A moment later again my crotch was on her ass and this time I was very aware of what I was doing--I had not moved an inch since the first time: I didn't want her to think I was a creep.
Now I simply stayed put and didn't move a muscle. After s few seconds she pushed harder against me and I simply couldn't help but get hard.
I was super embarrassed since I couldn't (at least in my befuddled teenage mind) be sure she was dong this on purpose so again, slowly, without any fuss, shifted backwards.
I had started to sweat by now and was basically only aware of what was happening in the 3-foot square of space the two of us were occupying.
After a bit more time went by, I still hadn't moved and there was her ass pressing back into me! This time there was no doubt she could feel how hard I was. I didn't move, I sort of couldn't and also didn't want to--I liked the feeling!
We had now entered the city limits and in a few stops, she got off.
That's all that happened, but my head was swimming. I still wasn't sure that she had been doing it on purpose--again, I was an unconfident teenager--but I loved what did happen.
****This next part is the part I look back on now and can't forgive myself for****
About a year and a half later I was at a beach party halfway between where we lived and the bigger city I talked about above,
It was a semi-large gathering of mostly 11th and 12th graders, just sitting on driftwood logs by the ocean talking and hanging out.
I was a senior and graduation was just on the horizon, so these types of impromptu get-togethers were becoming a thing every weekend night.
It was early in the evening and this party was just a stop-over before whatever else was REALLY going to be happening that night. Maybe a punk gig in the city or something.
At one point the person I'd been hanging with to got up to go chat with another friend of ours and this girl plunks herself down next to me on the log I was sitting on.
Now, I have not spoken to this girl since the incident on the bus. I'd barely seen her. We didn't really hang in the same circles or anything mainly because she was 2 grades below me.
My heart starts beating a bit faster as she says "Hi" and makes a bit of small talk.
I was nervous because, I don't know about you guys but for me, high school always carried a weight of being "found out". Like people finding out you were gay. Or a secret nerd. Or in my case, a bus pervert! So yeah, I was nervous. She might call me out in front of everyone!
After a very short time of exchanging inane pleasantries she looks right into my eyes and says, "Do you remember that day on the bus?"
I don't even know what I said. I was so stunned and turned on and scared all at once that I just blanked--at least that's how it is in my mind now. I cannot for the life of me remember what, if anything, I said to that.
I do know that I left the party almost immediately afterward.
Now, I had a steady, long-time girlfriend at that point and that is the only excuse I can give myself for this flagrant missed opportunity. Because when she asked me that question--"Do you remember that day on the bus?"--she was trying to make SOMETHING happen. I don't know what, but if I had some wits and experience I could have turned that question into something very hot, I have zero doubt.
So there it is.
Not a big deal or anything that's gonna really do anything for you guys but to me, it is one of the most erotic experiences of my life.
I blew a lot of chances when I was young because I was trying to be a "nice guy".
I don't really regret that because i am glad I can be sure I wasn't the source of some misguided girl's suffering, but i also DO regret the incredible experiences I missed out on.
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