It was just a dream - a random, funny and bright erotic fantasy (without porn) about two students who inadvertently confronted in the early spring in one trolleybus, about fleeting, but piercing intimate contact and easy parting.

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The alarm clock has rung, it's time to get up. Well, terribly reluctant, head dull and heavy - perhaps, take a nap 10 more minutes, I have time. Again, I fall into a creeping slumber, and before my eyes it is not clear why the strange associative images are twisted ...

March came to town. Sang drops. The sky took off. Winter is already saying goodbye to the streets, and the air rings with the anticipation of a resurgent life. Before my eyes flashed landscapes of his native city. I am 20 years old, I am still studying at the university and now I am going on a trolley bus in the back seat on the left. The salon is gradually being filled with people (in the middle so, without a special crush), and right in front of me, a young girl sits on a side against the wall.

In a dream, the facial features of people are usually somewhat blurred, but I seem to be catching something vaguely familiar. She is slightly above average height, thin, with light brown hair and gray eyes tied with a tail; skin is clean, thin, delicate, pale in spring. Such a modest young doll with a slightly watchful look is probably still a freshman, perhaps even a virgin or with a very modest intimate experience. She is dressed still in winter, but already in a slightly lighter version: in a blue, medium-length jacket, without a cap, in warm blue-colored pantyhose (skirts do not seem to be visible) and high light brown boots.

I was pressed a little into the corner, my legs didn’t fit directly behind the side seat, so I was halfway around the back door of the trolleybus. The girl-neighbor sits to me right side, slightly deviated from the seat back and put her hands on the bag-package lying on her lap. At the moment of the next rolling of the trolley, the palm of my left hand, in search of support, passes under the stranger’s elbow and quite naturally lies on the upper thigh of her right, close to me leg (between the package and the hollow jacket).

Of course, I immediately remove it, but after a while the same light random touch repeats. And the thought begins to stir in my head with a tempting demon: “She doesn’t react to my touch at all, she’s not outraged, maybe she’s worth a try ...” even, sometimes provoke them, especially if these fellow travelers like them).

With my fingertips, very, very cautiously and terribly embarrassed by my own actions, I quite consciously touch the girl's hip, a little further; at the moment of trolling the trolleybus, I slightly take away my palm, in order to touch the neighbor's foot again now with all the phalanges of the fingers, then a little higher; Finally, I cover her thigh with my whole palm and freeze. She does not respond. The heart aches from sweet forebodings, and the hand is still light, slightly rising and falling again, completely without pressure, in millimeters, but with increasing confidence begins to move upwards, there ...

I seemingly in my mind that I understand that this is already too much, and by my carelessness I can only spoil everything, but I can’t stop anymore - my hand pulls like a magnet. At the same time, my gaze is directed somewhere to my own knees, I am afraid to even look at the girl, I do everything as if by chance (and I’m ashamed, to be honest). However, before my eyes now some kind of fog is still curling around. And the stranger still does not respond.

I slide my palm smoothly into the crevice between her legs, move a little higher, more, and now ... my fingers come across a soft obstacle, by repeated light pressure, I am convinced that this is really the limit (now it’s clear that there are no skirts on it, really). And here, through the adrenaline dope, the thought sharply beats into the consciousness: “So this is ..., it cannot be ..., how can it be ..., why does she allow all this ?!”.

Still, without raising my eyes to the girl’s face, but, looking at my hand, I see that the stranger’s posture and our mutual position really allow me to do my job very simply and conveniently (and no one else sees it, since the passengers close us from the rest, while they themselves, standing, look out the window, and the girls lying on top of the package partially hide my actions).

I begin to carefully, like a miner, grope my prey. She is so modest, so simple and so banal - just a small fold of flesh, covered with panties and a thick cloth of tights. But all this is irrelevant, because I also know what exactly is hiding there, under my hand! Later, in a more relaxed state, I could probably understand that I only felt the tops of the external genital sponges and, perhaps, the edges of the inner ones. But now my blood sings with delight, absorbing monstrous doses of testosterone, sings from all the wild oddities of this situation, from the unexpected availability of the victim and from my own impudence.

At first it is very easy, and then, with a little stress, I massage the hidden mound of my random companion, my unexpected gift. Well, why doesn't she react in any way ?! Unable to bear it, I look up at her face ... How would you convey that impressive range of emotions that appeared before my eyes ...? Have you ever seen a lunatics: a glassy, ​​gaze directed into the void, a relaxed, but purposeful expression of the face. No, better not. Imagine a very drunk girl, the last effort of will trying to maintain dignity and posture, keep the direction and remember what she actually needs to do now.

So, my stranger, too, seemed to be in some kind of trance, slightly swaying back and forth, covering and opening her eyes again. Yes, I myself was literally fascinated by this incredible sight, staring in amazement at her. Having sat like that for another minute with continuous stimulation by me of her main erogenous zone, the girl began to turn in my direction slowly, with incessant weak swayings. Probably, at that moment, the thought that she still remembers the source of this mental shock, she remembers where her partner (fellow traveler, friend, brother, master!), Began to seeped into her deafened hormones.

Now, for a long time, this magical picture will probably stand before my eyes. This enchanted face, swaying with the expression of the hypnotized instrument of the snake-tamer, painfully slowly, a micron approaching me, craving, calling. These are something unconsciously looking, slightly parted lips. I automatically go to meet her, still not understanding what I am doing and why? After a few moments, her lips, similar to the hungry, plaintively begging milk of a blind kitten, touch my face and, briefly ryiska in different directions, run around him without seeing.

A few seconds later, the stranger's lips stumble upon mine, wet them along, move back a little and rest again, exploring, studying. At first, with one hand, and then with both hands, the girl takes hold of the sleeves of my jacket, with an unexpected force for such a fragile creation, persistently drawing me to her. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the stunned expression of the faces of the neighbors, perfectly aware of their condition - they saw that, until now, we were not together, every man in himself, and suddenly such strange behavior. Oh, and do not care about them. And decency, too, because I will not miss such a gift of fate.

The lips of my unintentional partner are soft and inexperienced, but instinctively greedy; Superficial kisses quickly go deep, allowing me to feel her sharp and warm tongue. The hands of the girl from the sleeves of my jacket are gradually transferred to the shoulders, and then completely encircle my neck. Rejecting all remaining thoughts about any decency, I remove my hand from her crotch and, supporting my companion, I completely surrender myself to the pleasure offered to me ....