Secret Confession

This incident occurred in the last days of my engineering. I was a computer science student.

I used to know one girl during my college days. For the sake of narration let's call her 'Snehal' (not her real name). Honestly, we were more than good friends. We had known each other for almost 4 years. We had kissed each other a couple of times but that was it. We never got to reach second base. But we were perfectly all right with that. Our friends knew about us. So did our professors but they did not bother us because our grades were top-notch. In short, we were the no-nonsense type of students.

Anyways, we were in our final year session and it was almost coming to an end in April, so our management decided to host a trip to Delhi so that we could visit the Auto Expo which happens in January. Our Itinerary also had a two-day trip to Shimla with the halt at Delhi. This excited us.

Snehal and I knew this was our last opportunity to take it to that level. We might never get another opportunity. But usually, on a college tour, you are accompanied by your professors. They keep a very close eye on the students. You are under constant supervision. How were we going to do what we were planning to do??

Snehal exclaimed, 'Don't worry. Where there's a will, there's a way.' and laughed hysterically.

And our will found a way indeed. Remember our trip included a 2-day stay at Shimla. So, once we were done with the auto expo in Delhi, we had to take a bus to Shimla. The bus was already hired by our management. Delhi to Shimla takes around 8 hours. And guess what: it was going to be an overnight journey. Plenty of time to get some action.

We started from Delhi around 10 PM. Snehal and I occupied a two-seater at the end of the bus. Professors mostly occupied the front rows. The lights had been dimmed. But you can't expect some 20–21-year-old students to go to sleep at 10 in the night. They were loud and obnoxious. We were slightly disappointed.

I don't know how long it took for me to fall asleep but it was a tap on the shoulder that woke me up. I woke with a start. It was Snehal. She pointed out that all of them were fast asleep. Maybe now was our chance. I glanced at my watch. Must be around 2 AM.

But soon we realized that there was not much we could try because of the negligible leg space that you have in these buses. We were already sitting on the last seat. There were hardly any students around us. Only a few girls sitting adjacent to us. They were snoring lightly. Testimony to the fact that they were fast asleep.

We decided to make the most of the situation.

Snehal sat on the window seat. She unbuckled and unzipped her jeans. She lifted herself slightly up on the seat and pulled down her jeans and panty to her knees. I placed her backpack over my knees to keep a view out. She then pulled my left-hand-my left, that is, my non-dominant-down into her vagina. I assumed her down there to be smooth-shaven. But to my pleasant surprise, she had a full-grown bush. I complimented her on her choice of pubic hairstyle. And she gave me a naughty smile.

I let my fingers do the job now. I did not go for the kill immediately. I rubbed her clits without inserting my fingers. She was moaning softly. Once she was sufficiently aroused, I inserted a couple of my fingers into her vagina. She was dripping wet. She was dripping like a dripping tap. I asked her if she had packed some tissue. She nodded in affirmation. I pulled out a few tissues from her knapsack and waited. I worked on her for a good 15-20 minutes, and she did enjoy every single minute of it. Then she asked me to pull my fingers out which I did. My fingers glistened in the dim blue light of the bus. I wiped them clean with the tissue. Then I helped her dab her pussy with tissue to absorb the flowing juice.

Not this time it was her turn to get over. We traded seats. She helped me lower my lower and undergarments down to my knees. It was winter season, and my penis had shrunk down to an inch.

She said, 'I understand. Relax.'

And she began massaging it slowly but persistently. Within a couple of minutes, I had an erection. But then I realized my foreskin had dried up due to the freezing weather. I asked Snehal if she had something in her bag that could double up as a lube. She replied that she had stashed a moisturizing lotion. I said it would do. She reached into her bag and came out with the lotion, squirted a little of it onto the palm of her left hand, and got down to work her magic on my penis.

The lotion worked well in intensifying the sensation. She massaged it for nearly 8–10 mins. I was whispering in her ears to get prepared with tissues. She was able to understand what I was saying by that. She handed me tissues. I landed on the wads of tissue provided. I could see that she liked the cumshot. She made help me clean my penis clean by providing me with another tissue. The tissues were tossed out of the window. I drew up my underpants and shorts.

Mission Accomplished. We glanced around. Nobody suspected us. The two girls in the seat next to us were still snoring.

We exchanged a sarcasm-laced smile. We puckered our lips together for a few seconds and fell asleep once again with sweet memories of our sinful escapade.