Chapter 6: Riding the Bus

The sun was getting hot and so I moved to the shade to try and decide what to do next. Hmmm, there was more than two hours to go before I was to meet the Eisenbergs to drive back to the RV park and I doubted Mrs. Eisenberg had any desire for me to join them one minute earlier than scheduled. Thoughts of finding some place to masturbate entered my mind as they usually do whenever I am bored. I supposed that I could hunt down another restroom but it’s too hard to keep quiet enough such that the echoes of the tiled and metal rooms didn’t betray your activities to the rest of the women, especially as crowded as they would be today.

Looking around, I noticed something that I hadn’t seen before. A red bus was parked on the street with a sign for the convention in the window. Then I remembered that during the service they had made an announcement that there would be shuttle buses running between the convention center and the various hotels. It didn’t look like too many people were interested in it now but I imagined as the afternoon wore on and people got tired that they would get more full. In the meantime, my mind was working its way towards another adventurous idea...

Waling over to the bus, I asked the driver standing outside the door whether he was a convention shuttle and he confirmed it for me. He mentioned which hotels he would be going to but it didn’t matter to me. I was looking for the ride, not the destination. So long as he eventually returned here, where he went between time was immaterial to me.

Stepping inside, I saw it was empty at the moment, but he had it idling and the air conditioning was running so it wasn’t stuffy or anything like that. I found a seat about two-thirds of the way back and settled in, leaning the seta back like was back on the plane again. It was actually quite comfortable, a tour bus and not some school bus with those impossibly hard seats.

Once again, I started to think about Derek and how good it had felt to be the first girl to suck his dick. I closed my eyes and lifted my skirt up. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to expose my upper thighs to the cool air! Reaching down, I pulled my panties over to the side, exposing my shaved pussy. Touching my clit gently, I practically jumped out of the seat it was so sensitive.

It was a good thing Derek wasn’t seated next to me as I doubted I could have restrained myself at this point. I had no doubts that had I really wanted it that I could have convince him to fuck me, marriage promise to not. As I touched myself I started to wonder if I had made the right decision!

For a girl to fuck a guy for his first time, it’s not like when guys gets to take a girl’s virginity. Of course, one major difference is there’s nothing to PROVE he’s a virgin, you just have to take his word for it. I have found in the few cases where I was a guy’s first that their reaction to the situation was too genuine for me to even consider that they might be faking it. Derek’s eyes told me everything - he was scared stiff! Another thing is that a guy doesn’t have to worry about the pain that a girl has to suffer her first time. Guys are pretty lucky there -they get all the pleasure from the git-go!

For me, being a guy’s first is just something special in that you know that no matter how many girls follow you, that no matter who he may marry, he will never forget his first girl or his first time. It’s like you are becoming a tattoo in his life-long historical record, something he can never forget or erase. Seeing the look on a guy’s face the first time his dick is inside of me is priceless, like they have found the Holy Grail. Then, when I tell them that they can come inside of me, it’s almost like they are overwhelmed, their deepest fantasies being fulfilled.

Yes, I would’ve loved being Derek’s first but at the same time, I knew deep in my heart there would be at least a twinge of guilt in that I knew he was trying to save himself for marriage and it wasn’t fair to hit him with such an opportunity that he simply wouldn’t have the willpower to refuse.

Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t dream about it! All alone on the bus, I imaged him entering, on his way to the hotel. He was surprised to see me and I could see from the look on his face the first thing that entered his mind must have been the memory of his cock spewing his first load of cum into my mouth. Taking a seat next to me, he watches as I continue to masturbate, seeing a girl (at least a real girl and not some porn star), touching her pussy for the first time.

I pushed my finger inside of me, imagining the expression on Derek’s face as he realized what I was doing. Then I tasted myself on my finger, thoughts of offering it to Derek to taste his first pussy crossing my mind. Mmmmmmm, I tasted and smelled SO good. It seemed that the hornier I got, the better my pussy tasted and tight now it was simply delicious!