Summer Holiday/Spain Day 4 Coach trip
After breakfast I wandered into reception to see what was going on. There are a bunch of people milling about and some coaches parked outside; seeing me on my own, one of the girls behind reception waved me over. Apparently there were a couple of seats left on one of the coaches going to some Roman ruins and on the spur of the moment I bought a ticket.
I managed to bag a window seat and watched as the coach began to fill up. A bunch of teenagers muscled their way to the back seats, but the rest of the passengers seem to be families; mostly weary looking parents with younger children. Among the last to get on was a young woman with three little girls; twins about three years old and a sulky looking older girl. She sat the older girl down on the seat beside me and went off to find a seat for herself and the other two further back. I wouldn’t say the girl was fat, but she was certainly heading that way; her hair was a mousy brown, her eyes were hidden behind thick glasses and when I smiled at her and she smiled back, I saw that she had braces on her teeth. She was wearing a dress that left her shoulders bare and left most of her chubby thighs exposed; when I looked across as she moved around trying to get comfortable, I could see down the front of her dress to one of her budding tits.
“Would you like to sit next to the window,” I asked. I was rewarded with a big smile that transformed her face and she moved into the aisle so that we could swap seats; when she sat down, her dress was pulled even further up than it had before and now barely covered her crotch. “My name’s Francis,” I said.
“Gillian, but most people call me Jill,” she said. We chatted a bit about where we were from, and as the bus pulled away I asked her if she was interested in Roman ruins. “Not really; mum is always dragging us to look at stuff with all we really want to do is play in the pool or hang around with our friends.”
I told her that I wasn’t really interested either; “it was just a spur of the moment thing,” I said. As we drove out of the town along a dusty road surrounded by dusty looking scenery, I saw that she was wriggling uncomfortably and asked her what was wrong. She blushed a little and told me that she had a bad itch in a rather embarrassing place. “If it’s a bite, I’ve got some cream I can rub on it for you,” I said with a grin. She gave me a funny look and then, as if she realised I was the only one who could see, she put her hand down between her legs to scratch herself revealing her blue knickers. “My favourite colour,” I said.
“What?”
“Blue,” I said looking down to where the crotch of her knickers was now clearly visible.
She looked up at me and smiled. “I was going to wear my pink ones but mum said these matched my dress.”
“If you had,” I said. “Then pink would have been my favourite colour.” That made her giggle, but she made no attempt to pull her dress down. I wondered how far I could go; she was clearly teasing me and enjoying it, but would she let things go any further? I was fairly sure she’d noticed the bulge in my shorts.
Eventually we reached our destination and parked in a big car park along with a couple of other coaches. Everyone queued patiently to get out, but when Jill jumped out of the door, she collapsed on the ground clutching her ankle. I helped her to get out of the way and sat her on a patch of grass. She told her mum that she’d twisted her ankle, so she wasn’t going to be walking to any old ruins. Her mother looked around, helplessly. “I’m not that interested in the ruins either,” I said. “I’ll sit in the coach with her if you like.”
The driver spoke English, so I explained what had happened and he opened the door to let us back in. I pulled a five euro note out of my pocket; “can you leave the air-con on,” I asked. Jill was going to sit back in the seats we’d been in, but I suggested we sat at the back; I noticed that her limp almost disappeared as she walked down the coach. “You didn’t really twist your ankle did you,” I said as we sat down. She giggled and shook her head. “They’ll be gone for an hour or more; any ideas what we can do,” I asked.
“I thought maybe you could let me have some of that bite cream,” she said with a nervous giggle.
We were sitting on the long back seat; she was in the corner angled slightly towards me. “I think I’d better have a look, to make sure it is a bite,” I said.
“Move over then,” she said, and when I slid further away, she swung her legs around onto the seat beside me, lifted her knees and spread them apart, giving me a full on view of her knicker-covered pussy.
I looked around; as far as I knew, all the drivers were sitting in one of the other coaches and no one could see what we were doing. I leaned forward until my head was almost between her chubby thighs. “I can’t see anything,” I said. She reached down and pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side, revealing the puffy, hairless lips of her pussy. I leaned even closer, making sure she felt my breath. “I still can’t see anything; maybe you better take them off.”
It took a bit of wriggling to get her knickers over the cheeks of her chubby bum while she was still sitting on it but eventually she was on her back on the seats with her knees up and spread apart. I reached out a tentative finger and stroked it down between her pussy lips making her gasp. “I still can’t see that bite,” I said. “Maybe it’s inside?” This time I stroked my finger down to the pink opening of her vagina; it was already slick with her juices and it slipped in easily. “No; I can’t feel anything,” I said. I pulled my finger out and replaced it with two fingers. I felt her shudder and wondered if she was having some kind of climax; when I looked up at her face her eyes were shut and she was breathing through her mouth.
I got up onto her knees on the seat and pulled my shorts down to release my cock. Conscious of the need to not make a mess, I rolled a condom down over my stiff shaft. Her eyes were still shut and she made no attempt to move as I shuffled forward between her knees. It took a bit of maneuvering, and in the end I put one of her legs right up on the backrest and pushed my knees under her bum; then, finally, I was in her. How I didn’t cum straight away I’ll never know; the condom helped, but I held still, with half my cock buried in her tight cunt, and counted prime numbers in my head; when the urgency had gone I pulled out and pushed back in again, making her gasp.
The position was quite uncomfortable, so without losing my place I turned us both until I was sitting up on the seat and she was sitting astride my lap with her face buried in my chest and my cock almost completely buried in her tight young cunt. I could feel her using her muscles to squeeze me. “That’s it, squeeze as hard as you can,” I said and I felt the pressure increase. It wasn’t long before I felt her begin to shudder as her climax hit; I could hear her moaning into my chest and feel her muscles spasming and that set me off and I was injecting jet after jet of hot spunk deep inside her vagina.
We sat there for ages until, worried that someone might come back, I lifted her off, peeled the condom off and tied a knot in it. She giggled; “You didn't really need that; I didn't start my periods yet,” she said.
I held it up to show her how much spunk was in it. “It would have been a bit of a giveaway if this had been spread all over the place,” I said with a grin. Just then, the door hissed and people started boarding. "Phew!" I thought; "that was close."
The first through the door was Jill's mother with the twins right behind. "Are you all right," she asked. Jill said that she was better and told her that the nice man (me) had rubbed her ankle and made it better.
"What were the ruins like," I asked.
"You didn't miss much," she said. "Thank you for looking after Jill."
I stood up.
What do you do?