1. Our coach trip home


    Date: 6/18/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Joanna86, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    When I was 17 years of age, I used to swim competitively and was part of a local Club. I was part of a small group that joined the Club and developed as swimmers together, all achieving similar standards of success. On this particular day, eight of us, four girls and four boys, had been swimming at an Open Meet in the north of England and after a hard day were on our way home. None of us had wanted to travel to the Meet alone, so had hired a twenty-four seated coach to take us there and back. As you’d expect, all eight of us were dressed very casually. All, bar one, had on our Club tracksuit top, and varying pieces of clothing on our bottom halves. Our coach and wife and three Club officials sat at the front of the coach, just behind the driver and the rest of us towards the back, leaving us to our own devices, as we were old enough to be responsible and not get into too much trouble. The Meet finished around 9pm and being late spring in the north of England, it was just starting to get dark as we boarded the coach. For the first hour of the journey, with music playing in the background, we kept ourselves occupied by chatting endlessly. There was a triumphant air as we’d all achieved our goals in our various swims. The coach was heading steadily south down the Motorway but we knew we’d not be home until after midnight and that became even more obvious when the traffic ground to a sudden halt. As we found out later, there had been a serious accident and we’d be stuck there for ...
    some time. It didn’t take long for us to become restless and bored, looking around at those in vehicles close by, pulling faces, trying to keep ourselves amused. After about twenty minutes, our coach strolled up the aisle between the seats and told us to settle down and get some sleep, we were not going anywhere for some time. There were plenty of seats available, we could spread out and make ourselves more comfortable. I sat by the left window of the coach on the row of seats just in front of the back row. When this story took place, I was one month shy of my eighteenth birthday. I looked pretty much as I do now, 5’ 6 tall, long dark wavy hair, blue eyes, athletic and slim body, with B cup boobs and shaved pussy. As well as my Club tracksuit top, I had on a denim skirt that was mid-thigh length, red thong, trainers and white ankle socks. Sat in the chair beside me was Chloe, who was a few months older and an outstanding swimmer. She was 5’ 9 tall, long dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and very pretty to look at. As with all eight of us, she was very fit but her boobs were bigger than mine were, I’d guess a C cup and she too was shaved. The zip of her tracksuit top was only half up, her white bra and cleavage clearly visible and on her lower half; she wore jeans, with nothing underneath and flip-flops on her small feet. To our right on the back seat were Zack and Steph. Both were sixteen years old and had been an item for well over twelve months. From the moment we’d sat down on ...
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