Since the pueblo is small and we had to go 100 km away to reach the boliche, we would take a bus that passed at 22 hours and by 23:30 we'd be in the terminal of the other town. It was a party on that bus, everyone laughing and shouting! There were more than 15 teenagers enjoying themselves, and Martin and Andres, two young men trapped in adolescence. On one of those trips, the three of us sat at the back of the microbus, it was a summer night and it was very hot. I was wearing a short skirt that barely covered my thighs and a pink top from a brand that was popular back then, Muaa, which I liked a lot because it fit me well, and I recently found it among the clothes I no longer use.
At one point during the trip, Martin said he was going to sleep for a bit at some empty seats, as he had stayed up late preparing for his law school final. He told me to play with Andres without getting too carried away. Andres changed seats and sat next to me by the window. There was an aisle between us, my boyfriend was sleeping or pretending to be asleep. As soon as Andres sat down beside me, he said he was dying for that skirt, and he crossed his arm between my waist and the seat. We traveled like this for a while, with his hand tracing my leg. We talked about everything and laughed at everything. Until one moment, he started putting his hand between my thighs and the seat. He was pressing hard and playing with my thong, trying to guess its color and that made us laugh. He whispered in my ear to lean forward a bit, and I remembered Martin saying play without getting too carried away, so I must have been warming up but not coming yet. I leaned forward a bit, pretending to want to look at Martin as if to talk to him, but he was snoring. Andres took advantage of the moment to wet his finger and started playing with my anus hole. He played for a while until he started putting it in slowly and all the way in. I rolled onto my side, almost reclining on the backrest arm that led to the hallway, which was barely lit by a small red light marking the start of the escalator from the micro. So, in that position, Andres was fingering my Booty, first with one finger and then with two. I wanted him to put his fingers in my pussy but it wasn't giving me any more moisture, but I was very entertained with my ass and throughout the trip never stopped fingering it. Every now and then I'd look at Martin, but he kept sleeping. I had never had sexual contact with another person without Martin being part of it, this was the first time. Andres played with my Booty until the bus arrived at the first roundabout and the lights turned on. I adjusted my thong making myself a fool and woke up Martin. I remember sitting with him and throwing myself into his arms leaving my Booty exposed so that Andres could see it better from the other side of the hallway. Next time I'll tell you how that night ended, which I remember perfectly despite having passed exactly 16 years.
At one point during the trip, Martin said he was going to sleep for a bit at some empty seats, as he had stayed up late preparing for his law school final. He told me to play with Andres without getting too carried away. Andres changed seats and sat next to me by the window. There was an aisle between us, my boyfriend was sleeping or pretending to be asleep. As soon as Andres sat down beside me, he said he was dying for that skirt, and he crossed his arm between my waist and the seat. We traveled like this for a while, with his hand tracing my leg. We talked about everything and laughed at everything. Until one moment, he started putting his hand between my thighs and the seat. He was pressing hard and playing with my thong, trying to guess its color and that made us laugh. He whispered in my ear to lean forward a bit, and I remembered Martin saying play without getting too carried away, so I must have been warming up but not coming yet. I leaned forward a bit, pretending to want to look at Martin as if to talk to him, but he was snoring. Andres took advantage of the moment to wet his finger and started playing with my anus hole. He played for a while until he started putting it in slowly and all the way in. I rolled onto my side, almost reclining on the backrest arm that led to the hallway, which was barely lit by a small red light marking the start of the escalator from the micro. So, in that position, Andres was fingering my Booty, first with one finger and then with two. I wanted him to put his fingers in my pussy but it wasn't giving me any more moisture, but I was very entertained with my ass and throughout the trip never stopped fingering it. Every now and then I'd look at Martin, but he kept sleeping. I had never had sexual contact with another person without Martin being part of it, this was the first time. Andres played with my Booty until the bus arrived at the first roundabout and the lights turned on. I adjusted my thong making myself a fool and woke up Martin. I remember sitting with him and throwing myself into his arms leaving my Booty exposed so that Andres could see it better from the other side of the hallway. Next time I'll tell you how that night ended, which I remember perfectly despite having passed exactly 16 years.
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