This one goes back fourteen years when I (F19 at the time) was in college about two hours away from my hometown. Names changed for obvious reasons.

I was living in a house share with a couple of girls from home, we all knew each other well and were good friends. Claire who I was particularly friendly with was going out with a guy called Jason (M19/20 at the time) who was also from our hometown. I had kissed and fooled around with him a few years before that, before she met him. I’m not sure if she knew that or not. Jason was handsome, we got on well and there was an obvious attraction between us. He often flirted with me and I didn’t discourage it if I’m honest.

One time I had to go back home for the weekend and when I got on the bus I saw he was already on there sitting on his own in a seat near the back. He saw me and immediately gestured to me to sit with him.

We chatted for the first hour and were laughing, joking and flirting I guess. A lot of people had gotten off the bus at this point and the seats behind and around us were empty. Eventually as we laughed he moved his hand onto my thigh, I glanced at him and he didn’t move it away, as if to confirm his intentions. It was warm weather and I could see the outline of his semi-erect dick through his sports shorts so I could tell he was aroused and excited.

I got excited too and moved my hand to his crotch where I could feel his hardening cock through his shorts. I slipped my hand inside the waistband and he took the hint to pull them down for me. I’d guess he was about 6 inches and nice and thick. I started edging him slowly and he was fully hard in no time.

I continued to edge him for about 15 minutes until he started shifting in his seat. I could tell he was close to cumming and I was wild with excitement at the naughtiness of what we were doing.

Eventually he grabbed my hand as if to say he was going to cum and I had to stop because of the mess he would make. I was really into it at this stage so instead of stopping I pushed my hair behind my shoulders and dropped my head down to his crotch, taking him in my mouth. He didn’t try to stop me and actually pushed his shorts down more so that I could get all the way down on him.

I wrapped my mouth and tongue around his cock and bobbed up and down on him as he started to shift in the seat again. Even at 19 I had given my share of blowjobs so I knew what I was doing. It didn’t take long for him to explode, maybe two minutes. His cock throbbed hard while he squirted a huge load in to my mouth. I kept my mouth there, my lips wrapped tight around his cock until he stopped pumping and my whole mouth was full of his cum.

I don’t usually swallow but there was nowhere to spit so all I could do was sit back up and drink down the full contents of his balls. He handed me a bottle of water to help wash the taste down and made some stupid joke as we both laughed half heartedly at the situation.

I’m pretty sure a lady a few seats in front of us saw and knew what was going on but I didn’t care, and he certainly didn’t either. I think he was a little shocked at how far I went and it must have been a dream come true for him.

Everything carried on as normal after, as if nothing had happened. We never did anything again but I saw him a lot. I was terrified he might tell my friend (his GF) or that he might boast about it and she would hear, so I kind of kept my distance from him, but she never found out. They broke up a few years later but then got back together and are married now and I was a bridesmaid at the wedding which was oddly kind of a turn on.

He did mention it to me one night after a few drinks, how hot it was and how he still thinks about it. I laughed it off, said it was nothing and warned him not to ever tell anyone about it. I still think about it too but wasn’t going to tell him that.