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We continued on the trip a few minutes later, the bus offering a slowly rocking, soft ride that I had come to appreciate over the past three years. It was my habit to select a distant city as my vacation destination, and then head that way with lots of stops along the way. Visiting some of the small towns that made up the real America was fun, and I always met interesting people wherever I managed to go. And not a few pretty women, either.
Anyway, we were fifty or so miles down the road when the incident began. I was reading the latest edition of Outdoor Life when I felt the slightest pressure against the skin of my right leg (It was warm, and I was wearing shorts). I glanced down and saw her leg touching mine. But I paid no real attention, especially since she appeared to be engrossed in a book and sitting live web cam sex chat slightly turned towards me in her seat.
A few minutes later I felt her leg slide up and down slightly against mine. The movement was small, but it was there. And, no doubt due to my overactive imagination, it almost felt sensual. But hey, that was live web chat She was still reading, and I didn't honestly think she had glanced at me since we left Hagerstown.
Using the pretext of turning on the overhead reading light to off-set the rapidly approaching night, I did my own up and down stroke against her leg. I could not get over its apparent softness. And the warmth she emitted was beginning to get to me. I felt the familiar stirring in my loins as my manhood began to react.
The feel of her soft skin against my leg felt good. Was she aware that she was touching me? I doubted it, but decided to either push my luck or end her rudeness. I ever-so-slightly increased sex chat webcam own leg pressure against her's while keeping my eyes glued to the article on summer bass fishing I was no longer interested in. |
