Sorry it’s a shorter one, my memory of this story isn’t as great as it once was so this is not 100% accurate, but close.

Back in 2004 during Christmas break, I decided to head to Missouri by Greyhound bus to see my cousin and aunt. I was 21 at the time and much less shy with the girls. On the first leg from Vancouver Canada to Portland, I met a girl who got off at Seattle, we exchanged emails but nothing much came out of it. On the way home, I sat with a Hispanic girl who barely spoke any English. Nothing happened there except we fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, but she departed before I woke up.

After Portland though is where the interesting part of this story began. There was a girl a few years older than me and she was a bigger girl and cute. She sat in the front as I came on the bus, we said hi but I went to the back. On a few of the stops though, we took smoke breaks together and had a friendly chat. When we got to Boise, we had to change buses. She sat down in the middle of the bus first and I saw the bus was getting very busy, so I asked her if she would rather sit with me or some stranger, and she gave me a hesitant sure. Between the two of us, it was really cosy, but it felt nice to at least sit next to someone familiar.

We continued chatting. She discovered I knew how to knit so I started knitting a beanie hat for her. She told me she was a lesbian and went to Portland to meet a girl, but things unfortunately did not end well for them. I myself was taking a break from a long time girlfriend so the sadness resonated with me. When evening hit, I was dwelling on a lot until she asked what was on my mind, and we went deeper into our relationship troubles. And as the conversation went on, I think we found comfort in each other as we took each other hands and got close. I looked at her and asked if this was ok and she said yes, as we closed our eyes and kissed.

The next break, we were outside smoking once again but we had our free arms intertwined, exchanging more light kisses. We got back on the bus and continued talking and kissing. As we went into the night, most of the other riders fell asleep and I thought we would as well, but it was clear that being close to a girl who I found attractive was making me a little perky down there, so under my jacket I discreetly touched myself although without taking pants off, and after five minute of about nothing.

I shifted myself a little and found she was still awake. We asked each other if we were ok and why we were unable to sleep. I looked into her eyes which reflected the little light around us, and told her how I was glad to meet a beautiful girl like her, She told me how she found comfort in me and kissed me in what was certainly a more passionate kiss than before with our tongues hungry for each other. My hand was on her cheek as we kissed deeply, but she had other plans for her hand as suddenly she ran it down under my jacket and found what I’ve been hiding.

I knew then that our night has progressed to the next stage as I continued kissing her, my hand progressed down to her neck, her shoulders, then down to her breasts. The lust for each other was growing, taking turns running our lips down each other’s necks. She had unzipped my pants with only my underwear separating her hand and my penis, and I ran my other hand down, exploring her belly as she decided to explore me, and then I went down in her pants. The moan she made when I touched the wetness of her vagina I won’t forget. I found her clit and went to work, alternating between it and her G-spot in her warm and wet insides.

I continued kissing her lips, then running my tongue down to her neck hearing her moan in my ears, then back to her lips. It only took minutes as she was on the verge, when she told me she couldn’t cum because she would wake the entire bus. I was disappointed, but I took my fingers to my mouth, tasting it, telling her how good she tasted, and then we kissed once again.

She ran her hand back down to my pants, unbuttoning it and then running her hand under my underwear, wrapping her warm hands around it. She told me I would have to show her what to do as she has never done this ever but it only took a little bit of guidance and she was stroking me with the right pressure and frequency, it was so good. We continued kissing, me moaning as it was building up feeling up her sexy body. I told her I would cum soon, and she whispered in my ear encouraging me to cum, and knowing this sexy girl had her hands wrapped around me perfect I didn’t need much encouragement at all and came, putting my face by hers as wave after wave went through me, it felt so good. When I finished, she brought her finger up and licked it, tasting me.

We continued kissing each other until we grew too tired and fell asleep. I woke up as we neared the city where she would have to transfer to Texas and me continue onto Missouri. She was looking off at a distance. I asked if she was ok and she gave a short yes answer. I apologized for doing something she would regret and she just turned to me and kissed me, whispering she didn’t regret it, she was just sad we had to leave.

We both regret not inviting her to Missouri with me and getting to know each other more, but we kept in touch even after we both eventually married the respective women in our lives. We talked about hooking up here and there and having babies together but nothing happened. But I fondly remember this memory with the girl I spent 36 hours on the Greyhound with. With the way we occasionally talk to each other as proud former lovers on the bus, I’m sure she would appreciate this refresh of her memory.