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   Soaking Wet Tits
   The last two people finally stopped talking and everyone's reading
lights were out.  The sky was lit with a half moon and there was hardly any
traffic on the highway.  The only sound was the hum of the diesel engine
and the faint music that the bus driver was playing from the radio
duct-tapped to a rail next to his seat.  My girlfriend Amy and I were
cuddled together under the blanket she brought, about halfway back on the
right side of the chartered bus to our spring-break destination.  We had
previously fallen asleep together in our seats shortly after we stopped for
supper, but now we felt fully rested - even though it was about 3 am.  We
had both recently pulled a few all-nighters for projects and exams we each
had, so our sleep schedules were out of whack.
   Since we knew the bus trip was going to be long, we had both come
prepared to be comfortable.  After all, we were going to be stuck in a bus
for 20 hours, so Amy wore her nylon jogging suit with a T-shirt underneath.
She tied her hair up in a ponytail and threw on a baseball cap so she
wouldn't have to brush it.  I was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt I
just bought at the campus store.
   Waking up at 3 am in the dark with nothing to do invites temptation, so
Amy and I did what we thought we could get away with.  She took off her
jogging suit top under the blanket.  I reached behind her, and through her
T-shirt I unhooked her bra.  Amy wriggled around and pulled her bra out of
her shirt sleeve and tucked it in her pants pocket.  After I pulled my
pants down to my crotch, we both lifted our shirts and pressed our naked
torsos to each other under the blanket.  It was such a tender soft feeling
as we quietly embraced and enjoyed wet, penetrating kisses.  We were trying
to be as quiet as mice since people were sleeping less than an arm's length
away - on our left, in front, and behind.
   We moved around so incredibly slowly in order to minimize the ruffling
sound of her jogging suit and the blanket.  Amy's chest was pressed flat
against mine with our nipples touching, while I pressed my penis against
her toned abs with my hips.  For me it was really arousing to slide my cock
on her stomach; Amy loved the wet feel that developed between us as I
seeped pre-cum onto her as we embraced.
   We were still very much aware of our surroundings so I was holding back
as much as I could.  Amy and I normally loved to be loud during sex, but we
acquiesced to very quiet and infrequent whispers - like we were inside a
submarine in enemy waters.
   As her stomach became more and more lubricated, my cock slid more
easily. What began as just an erotic stationary embrace slowly evolved into
progressively longer, but still very slow deliberate strokes.  The eventual
problem of cleaning up crossed my mind, so I tried to keep my activity
under the threshold of a full orgasm.  On the other hand, I didn't want to
mention my concern to Amy in case she might stop, so I just kept our rhythm
going and holding myself back.  (Obviously not a logical sequence of
thoughts - not unheard of during sex).
   Then she did it; I didn't know I would be vulnerable to it but I was. 
Amy whispered into my ear, "Marc, I want to fuck you so bad!" Those few
words put me over the edge.  I had the most powerful ejaculation I could
imagine.  I squirted what seemed like a gallon of cum all over her stomach
and breasts.  Amy's T-shirt was sopping, and I mean sopping wet.  Amy's
eyes got really big as she looked at me and silently mouthed the word,
"Wow!" Amy took her hands off my butt and reached under her wet shirt to
rub her tits with the warm liquid.  She rubbed small circles around her
slippery nipples until they were standing erect and then spread the
remaining liquid over the rest of her breasts.  I reached over and she
guided my hand to stimulate the spots that aroused her, also allowing me to
feel her magnificent wet tits.
   After a few minutes and still under the blanket, she slid her jogging
suit top back on, over her wet T-shirt.  We fell asleep together until
about 8 am when the bus stopped for fuel, waking us up.  Amy grabbed her
backpack, which had a change of clothes, and discretely left the bus for
the gas station bathroom.  Amy returned dry, but with a lingering scent of
cum.  Our spring break was off to a great start.
   
  
Soaking Wet Tits