My First Hand Job
There was this metal pole in the front of the bus, right next to the stairs up. Also, a big green padded wall thing to catch you if the driver slammed on the brakes, or hit a building. That’s it, no seatbelts, let alone airbags. I guess I was thinking about my aunt, and uncle in the hall. They were staying at our house for the holiday, but I caught them fooling around. My uncle pulled her top up, and felt around the back inside. Unhooked her bra, and she unbuckled his pants. He was hard in her hands, and she stroked him lovingly, rubbing it with her thumbs while he played with her boobs under her shirt. It was really romantic, for a handjob, but they kissed, and necked. He muttered something in her …