Daring Surreptitious Caresses... (1) by Lado Oscuro 4 ladooscuro4@hotmail.comChapter 1. A breast crushing the back of my

Daring Surreptitious Caresses... (1) by Lado Oscuro 4 ladooscuro4@hotmail.comChapter 1. A breast crushing the back of my hand. It all started in a collective. We were going Andrés, his girlfriend Silvia and me, back from college. And the bus was quite full, so We must have traveled a little tight. Silvia is quite a pretty girl, but she did a couple of months that I was going out with my friend Andrés, so although in some Sometimes I thought I saw the occasional look of interest in me, there were discarded all sexual intentions towards her. On this trip I was holding the vertical bar and in a Silvia came against my hand, making me feel her beauty teta, for the entire time that the inertia of the lurch lasted. I pretended that I wouldn't have noticed, of course. But inside me, the memory of the feeling of his chest against my hand, reverberated in a somewhat disturbing way. I put that feeling out of my head, and continued the conversation we were having. The bus made slight lurches that, although not so abrupt, like the previous one, it produced oscillations in the vertical position of the passengers, and consequent involuntary pushing. Nothing from the other world, hardly even to take into account account, if it had not been for one detail: irregularly and intermittently, the Silvia's breast touched my hand, with different degrees of friction, ranging from little touch to crushes impossible not to perceive. Luckily Andrés does not he realized nothing. But I started having an erection without could avoid it. I was a little nervous. Did Silvia notice the touches and squeezes that his chest gave to my hand? Your face, which checkee with quick glances, nothing was evident. But the squeezing of her tit continued all the time. journey. And my erection too, although increasingly consolidated. I said goodbye to them and got off at the stop near my house. I made the rest of the way restless, somewhere between excited and guilty. I couldn't escape from the memory of the disturbing sensation of that massive breast against the back of my hand Chapter 2. The history of the chest repeats itself. Three days later Andrés, Silvia and I returned from the faculty with the same degree of tightness. This time, when I took the hand vertical bar, I did it with complete deliberation. And I was left waiting. Silvia was wearing a light blouse that, although not transparent, marked her nipples. So she wasn't wearing a bra. (Not that I needed it!) When he saw my hand on the bar again, he gave me a quick look into her eyes, barely two tenths of a second, but it was enough for me to see her. interpreted in the sense that he had been conscious the other time, of his squeezes on my hand. I continued my talk with Andrés, in which from time to time Silvia participated. And I left my hand at the exact height of her nipples. The time Last time it had all been by chance but this time, if something happened, it would be Deliberate, at least on my part. And the lurch of the bus arrived, and with it the tit, better It would be calling Silvia's "busty", who crushed herself eagerly against my hand. The I looked, but she did not meet my gaze, pretending not to acknowledge receipt of the situation. "Well," I said to myself, "now we'll see." I turned my hand on the bar, so that now, instead of the back were the middle knuckles of my index and middle fingers, somewhat separated. So when the new teton crush came, the nipple passed between both knuckles. I continued chatting "absentmindedly" with Andrés, but all my attention was on that nipple, to which the entrances and exits between my knuckles had produced a very hardening significant. This time the breast did not withdraw so quickly, lingering in the pressure. Soon my knuckles began to caress her nipple, in a sort of pinch; without stopping holding the bar, of course. And the tit began to stay, pressed against my hand, no longer withdrawing with the movements of the bus. and your swollen nipple received intensive treatment. A slight glance at Silvia He showed his congested face and his labored breathing. I continued with my insidious how surreptitious massage until she, prey to the terrible excitement that the situation produced in him, he melted with a long sigh, squeezing her tit as much as possible against my fingers. Andrés continued chatting, totally oblivious to what had just happened. pass. My erection had reached enormous proportions, and I could see Silvia's gaze, lowering with interest, or perhaps intuition, towards me unconcealable erection. When I got off the bus I walked the way to my house with step somewhat staggering, from excitement. When I got home I avoided the temptation to jerking off, in favor of a warm shower, which I gradually cooled. I have been a long time in the cold shower, until I managed to calm down. Chapter 3. This was not going to stay like this, of course. we were launched. I didn't look for Silvia in those days (much less for Andrés), so somehow he didn't want to whitewash the situation, preferring to keep it at that level perverse. On the next trip we exchanged a quick glance of understanding, we got into the herd of tightly packed passengers. But I'll tell you this another day, if you're interested, clear. If you want to send me your comment, mention the title of this story and write to me at darkside4@hotmail.com. See you next time!