Name: MASHER

Title: I've been busy

THESE ARE SOME FROM MY OLD JOURNAL
She was about 15 to 17 years old, tall and slim with very long legs. She was a very smart student because she went to one of the most prestigious high schools in the country. She wore a pair of patent leather black shoes that were very clean, and her knee length socks were navy blue with an emblem of some sort at the top. Her hair was long, thick and jet black, it came to the middle of her back. She wore a white short-sleeved blouse with buttons to match her blue and green pleated plaid skirt. Her skirt was way past her knees and I could tell that she adjusted them to be that length after school ended for the day. It is customary for the girls to take their blouse from out the skirt and pull the skirt up on their belly to make the skirt ride up past their knees. They would un-tuck the blouse to hide the waist of the skirt. This practice was not allowed on school grounds, and in the mornings you could tell the true length of the girls skirt, as they only did this at the end of the day. All girls did it, even the ones with not so prized legs. It is a pleasure to see the different styles of the girls after school. Some would wear their socks up to their knees, showing skin between the hem of the skirt and the top of the socks, and some would wear very short socks with little pom-poms hanging off the back. This would allow for showing of the entire leg from ankle to thigh. It is hard to decide which is sexier. Her legs were long, slender and the bare skin from knees to mid thigh was very smooth.

I was not so much captivated by her as I was with her present situation. The bus was, by our standards, quite empty. There were not more that fifteen passengers standing in the isle so there was no reason for this older man to be standing directly behind her - no reason at all. I noticed him immediately, he got on in time to take a seat but he opted not to do so. He waited for her and as soon as she was settled in her stance he got behind her. His entire body was leaning against her, she stood upright holding on to the rail on the back of the seat and he was firmly pressed against her, holding on to the rail above him with one hand and the other in his pocket. He was looking directly over her shoulder, staring into blank space. She on the other hand just stood there, expressionless. I could not believe she did not try to move away, and at one time her eyes were closed for a long period and I guessed she was staring at her eyelids. When she opened her eyes she stared out the window, her breathing rhythm appeared normal and she stood with both her knees locked - not bent and resting on the seat like most people in that position. Her expression was truly blank so it was difficult to tell what she was feeling. Somehow I sat there, jealousy creeping into my thoughts. I wanted to be that man; I wanted to be standing behind her with my hard cock pressing into the crack of her sweet ass. I wanted to bump and sway with the movements of the bus. I wanted my hand to caress her round ass, and most of all I wanted her expression, her lack reaction, her passivity. If she allowed him to ride her like this when the bus was empty, I stayed awake wondering what would happen if the bus was crowded.

It was nearly a month later before I would see her again, but alas I would not get near her because I was late getting to the bus. That bus with my passive princess went on without me. Eternity passed before I would get my chance, and during that time my skills as a masher had greatly improved. I had gotten bolder than ever and my blatant rejections were less (but when I was rejected I was really rejected - I still carry a scar from a pinch that tore into my flesh). I saw her and immediately I went into masher mode, I must have gone over in my mind how I would protect her while she entered the bus and how I would twist and turn to position her in the right spot. I got extremely lucky as she went directly for the space between the seat and the door. She stood facing the window, jammed into the corner with the broad metal barrier on her right. This prevented anyone from seeing the action and I was the only male in that corner. We were packed in tightly. From the beginning I was on her ass, my dick firmly placed in the crack. She was almost the perfect height as I could feel my dick right under the rounded edge of her ass. I started to dry hump her as the bus began to move. I could feel my dick pressed in her ass, I bent my knees in an effort to rub my cock as close to her pussy as I could get it. It was a great pleasure rubbing against her, and she stood there the entire journey, not giving me any indication that I should stop, and I didn't until it was time to exit the bus.

Age: 24
Sex: M

Date: Fri Mar 2 04:34:29 2001 GMT

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