I was going home from a dance and got the last bus home, one of those old double-decker buses. And as this was the last bus, it was full, with standing room only downstairs, so I headed upstairs where I found the only seat left was against the window, at the back of the bus, next to this young girl.

I hurried down the passage, hoping to get seated before the bus moved, but as I squeezed in past her to sit down, the bus jolted, and I was thrown against her. To my utter horror, as I steadied myself, my crotch pushed against her face. I could feel my face burning and turn a very deep red in embarrassment. As I sat down, I managed to mumble an apology to her, “Sorry about that."

She just smiled at me and said, “It’s fine, not your fault.” She started to ask me something, but stopped.

Then, somehow, I found the courage to ask her, “How far do you go?”

Looking me in the eyes and smiling, “All the way,” came her immediate reply. Suddenly, we both blushed, realising the double meaning in our exchange.

Even though she was blushing, I watched as a smile appeared on her face, her tongue slowly licking her lips, and as I glanced down, her fingers were twisting themselves together in a nervous gesture. I was still very nervous around girls, this one made me more so because of the way she had responded and was behaving.

The journey was going to take about an hour, and as the bus rumbled along, I briefly thought about the last few months, all the new experiences I had with Jeff, and here I was, wedged next to the window and this drop-dead gorgeous girl, who appeared to be sliding closer to me every time the bus jolted. I could feel my prick growing in my pants as we started to chat. Usual mundane stuff people our age chat about, music and bands we liked, movies, games, school, or work things.

Then she mentioned that she was getting out one stop before mine. Then, turning to look at me again, she said, “So, not quite going all the way,” winking knowingly, the comment still having double meaning. I blushed, but managed a nervous laugh, adding, “I guess I will finish off on my own,” adding, “As usual.”

Just then, before she could reply, the bus made a sudden stop, and we were both thrown forward, putting our hands out to steady ourselves on the seat in front of us. As we fell back into our seats, one of her hands fell into my lap, right over my crotch. I looked at her as she smiled at me and said, “Sorry.” With her hand still resting against my now hardening shaft, it was my turn to return the compliment, and I said, “It’s ok, I guess we are even now.”

Then I felt her hand slowly stroking me through my trousers, making me very hard, and she put her coat over both our knees, quietly unzipped me, put her hand inside, wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and started to slowly stroke me. We kept chatting, so anyone seeing us wouldn't know what was going on.

It wasn’t long before I was leaking and felt her finger slide over the swollen head, spreading my juice over it. Then she brought her finger to her lips, sucking it into her mouth while keeping eye contact with me. I groaned, almost shooting my cum there and then.

Taking my hand and pulling it under the coat, she rested it on her knee. I got the hint and started to slide up her naked thigh, pulling the skirt up to her hips as I began to stroke the front of her now wet panties, tracing my fingers over the gusset. I gasped as she reached back into my unzipped fly, pulling me free and began stroking me again, pulling, pumping and squeezing my shaft. I got closer and closer to what I now knew was an orgasm.

My fingers are still running over the front of her wet panties, her hand slide down next to mine. As she peeled the wet gusset away from between her swollen lips, she pressed my fingers against the hood hiding her clit, moving the tip of my finger over her clit in small, slow circular movements. I gasped as I touched her soft, naked flesh as the bus rocked from side to side. I felt myself getting close to that wonderful moment of orgasm, when the bus suddenly stopped, throwing us both forward again, then back, the coat falling to the floor, leaving us both uncovered.

I looked up in horror, expecting someone to be watching or say something, my prick shrivelled and shrank as my heart pounded. Luckily, no one else was sitting on the back bench, so we managed to pull the coat back up over us. As we settled back down, she started to slowly pump me again, wrapping her fingers around my now growing shaft. My fingers stroked the soft folds of her swollen lips, and as I eased a wet finger inside her, she closed her eyes and a low moan escaped her parted lips, and her legs clamped closed around my hand.

Looking around again to make sure no one was looking, and never having experienced anything like this and not being sure what to do or what was going to happen next, I followed my instincts and slid down to the floor between her legs. My head now buried under her coat and dress, I reached up and started to slide her panties down her hips. She raised them up a little, wriggled to make it easier and then moved to the edge of the seat, offering me full access to her naked, wet pussy.

Instinct again took over as I began licking her now dripping pussy, running my tongue around the hood and flicking it over her hard clit, sucking it into my mouth like it was a small prick. Suddenly, she clamped her knees together, my face trapped between her naked thighs, and started shaking. I kept sucking and licking and soon felt her juices squirt over my face as her orgasms took over.

I lapped up what I could and, filling my mouth with her juices, drank till the flow stopped. Once she had stopped shaking and her breathing had become normal, I got up and sat back in the seat. With my face wet from her juices and grinning from ear to ear, she leaned, kissed me on my lips, tasting herself as our tongues touched and wrapped her hand over my hard shaft, pumping me harder.

It wasn’t long before the signs were there, my breathing became ragged, my hips rising with her strokes, all signs that told her I was going to cum and very soon. Lifting the coat and lowering her face into my lap, her mouth slid over my throbbing shaft just as I began to shoot. After a few shots flew into her mouth, I watched as she aimed my prick at her face and neck. She pumped, I spurted, covering her hair, face and blouse with my cum. All the time she smiled at me, obviously loving every moment.

Both spent, we sat and got our breath back, she pulled her skirt back down, took her discarded panties and wiped my face and then hers before squeezing the last drops of cum from my prick into the gusset and tucked my semi-hard prick back into my trousers. We looked at each other and laughed. We must have looked quite a sight, both covered in cum, but as we were in the back of the bus, I don’t think anyone saw what we did.

Her stop came, and I offered to walk her home, but she said no, her boyfriend was going to meet her, and it wouldn’t be a good idea for him to see me. Then, as she got up to get off the bus, she leaned into me, kissed my mouth and said, “Perhaps we can do that again sometime,” gave me her cum soaked panties and walked down the bus. As she started to climb down the stairs, she turned, looked back and saw I was sniffing her panties. She smiled, blew me a kiss and disappeared down the stairs and off the bus.

I never knew her name or saw her again, but years later I realised that my fetish for sniffing soiled women’s panties, began with a stranger in the back of an old double-decker bus.