Name: MASHER
Title: Good Days: Bad Days
I went home for a couple of days and dug out a journal. Here are some translated entries.
There are good days and there are bad days, most days for the masher are bad. What happens when it is a BAD day turned good?
My exams ended early and I went to the plaza to browse until evening. Already it was a bad day, what with knowingly failing the final two exams for the term. I browsed for hours before settling in a novelty shop where I read some comics. I was not permitted to leave the shop until I purchased at least one of the comics.
At the bus stop there were no good prospects until quite late. She was a poor homely looking girl trying to be sexy. She was a bit short, with long dyed hair that was braided on the sides. She had on a pale long sleeved blouse with frills around the neck and arms. Her blouse was tied to the front up above her waist, exposing a bit of skin between her skirt and blouse. Her skirt was pale yellow and short, very short. If she were to bend slightly at the waist her ass would be exposed. I stood staring at her ass hoping for a glimpse of cheeks, bare or covered. She knew how to wear that skirt, because as long as we stood waiting on the bus I could not see her ass. She had on a pair of yellow boots that stopped just below her knees. She carried two bags; an oversized black bag that seemed too heavy for her shoulders and a smaller purse. Sometimes she would stand with her legs crossed and other times they would be about shoulder width apart. At those times I wished I were behind her with my hard cock out of my pants.
The wrong bus, she was getting on the wrong bus! I decided to get on anyway because this was my best chance all evening. I had to fight my way to get to her, but eventually I was there, standing slightly to the side of her, her big bag keeping me from getting fully behind her. I pushed and pushed, carefully changing position until I was behind her. The fight to get in position got me too excited and by the time I was fully behind her I was ready to pop. I was a bit disappointed because she was a bit short. My cock was ramming above her ass and not into the crack. I tried bending my knees but the space was too limited, and that’s when I felt it. She was on my toes! She was trying to crush me with her yellow boots. I tried to keep off her but we were stuck together. Every move I made suggested to her that I wanted to mash her. As soon as I tried to remove my hand from my pocket I felt a sting on my thigh. The pain shot through my entire body and I froze. I temporarily lost my hardon. The loss was only temporary because I kept thinking about that short skirt, what’s under it, and how close I am to getting it. I had my hand in my pocket and it was pressed on her ass. Was her ass bare or was she wearing tiny panties, or maybe panty with elastic leg for me to pull aside and stick my fingers in. Her legs were slightly parted so her pussy would be exposed to my hand, panty covered or not. The harder I tried not to rub against her is the more I failed, and the more pain I felt on my thigh. I felt tears coming to my eyes and then it happened. The bus had a mechanical failure and had to pull alongside the road.
This is a frequent occurrence and is always seen as a big inconvenience, but today I could not be happier. We all knew it would be at least an hour before we could be rescued and everyone standing exited the bus. I stood way back from the crowd and was joined by a lady with two small children. She asked why my pants were stained and that’s when I realized yellow skirt had dug into my flesh with her nails. I was bleeding! I don’t remember what I told the lady but I played with her kids to pass the time. I ended up giving them the comic and candy I had purchased earlier.
Our rescue came about two hours later. Two really small busses that would normally hold only three fourths of us, but we all had to fit. I stood back and watched the mad dash for the busses, I did not care about getting on, I could always wait and ask the drivers to send a taxi for me and whoever else was left there. While I stood back I noticed yellow skirt was also standing back. She was not trying to get on. We were two of about seven passengers left looking at the overcrowded bus. The conductor told us that her was not leaving us and started to force us on the bus. My greatest fears were immediately realized. I was the last one on, with yellow skirt on the step ahead of me.
Each step could only hold one person, and when the door finally closed her big bag was squeezing my lights out. I guess she was also very uncomfortable and decided to place the bag between her legs. This was an ordeal, but when it was over I was behind her, one hand on her waist and her ass smashed against my cock. I tried to move my hand from her waist and she placed her hand on the back of mine, holding it there. My dick started to get hard and she started to move as best she could. Her movements this time were not away from but into me. She squeezed my hand as if to say everything is all right. I was most confused. I started to slowly move my hand up and down her side, and she rubbed my hand. I traced the top of her skirt from side to back as best I could and she kept her hand on mine. I pushed our hand down to the hem of her skirt and started to ply with her thigh. I moved my other hand unto her thigh and caressed both thighs. She was pressed against me too hard for me to reach her ass under her skirt. When she felt what I was trying to do she pushed forward. She managed to raise herself just enough for both my hands to come between us. I was cupping her ass. My fingers just below the hem of her yellow skirt. I felt the slippery material of her panties. It felt like satin. Her left ass cheek was covered with the satiny material while her right ass cheek was exposed. I imagined her panties riding into her ass. Her legs were wide apart because she was straddling that big bag. I could feel under her with my fingers. I pulled down on the panties, I felt to the sides and I felt her hair. She felt very hairy. I turned my left hand, undid my zipper and button, and arranged my dick in my briefs as best I could. I turned my hand again and raised her skirt. I could feel my dick pressing into her ass. I moved both my hands to side of her ass and spread her cheeks. I lodged my dick right in that crease. My Hands were now to the side of her thighs, pulling her into me. She was in more heat than I was. Her entire weight was against me. She tipped on her toes and came back down. She did this a couple of times and then tensed her body. My briefs were soaked. She placed her hand on mine and we stayed like that for some time.
I decided that that was not enough and went back under her. I traced her panties down her butt cheeks and under her. She was WET! Was it from me? I felt myself and my briefs were wet. I felt her panties and I knew I did not wet her. I moved her panties to the side and she was very wet inside her panties. I played with the wet panty crotch and then touched her pussy. I could feel the lips covered with hair. I was about to burst when the bus turned. This was my cue to fix myself because the first set of stops was coming.
I caught a taxi from where I got off back to my house. I saw her walk to another bus, but it was too late. It was already nightfall and the ride home was long, and not to mention expensive. I was in big trouble with my mom when I arrived home.
Age: 23
Sex: M
Date: Sat Aug 12 06:26:34 2000 GMT
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