The Sex Life of an Ordinary Girl

My sexy boyfriend and I were heading back from a rather chilled out evening in central London last night on the dreaded night bus. Giggling away in the back seats on the journey that seemed to last a lifetime, we started to get a little frisky with each other.

Knowing that the back of the night bus was a completely inappropriate place to get jiggy, I was of course totally turned on. I could feel that my boyfriend was getting pretty hard as we played around like a pair of drunk teenagers.

Now, as you may all know night buses are incredibly well lit, and some have CCTV recorders, so trying to give my boyfriend a gentle rub as an appetiser for later was tricky to say the least. Never one to refuse a challenge I placed my bag on his lap and began to give him a good rub, whilst nibbling his ear.

It was all going well, until a batty old bag lady got on the practically empty bus and decided that the best place for her to sit, would be straight opposite us. What is wrong with people?

My choice was to take my hand out of his pants and wait until we got home, like a sensible adult, or to carry on and get the job done and enjoy very minute of it.

Well, we’d gone so far already, it would have been a shame to stop, so I continued. As my boyfriend let out a little groan, I let out a little giggle. Little did I know that groan was the suppressed grunt of his ejaculation. Attempting to remove my hand without spread his spunk everywhere was not easy, but as they say where there’s a will, there’s a way.