Early morning bus trip

We decided to take a different journey, in a different way. Although we have a beach house, we decided to travel to a beach town for an extended weekend. We decided to go by bus to avoid the fatigue of driving since the destination was eight hours away. The bus would leave our town at midnight and wouldn't arrive until 7:00 the next morning. The problem started when we couldn't afford to buy chairs together, and that would be solved when everyone got in, and we would try to negotiate a change of seats with whoever was next to us. At the time of boarding Keyla asked me to buy water because the journey was long. At the snack bar I saw the zap to ask if she wanted anything else when I read a message from her: love, you don't need to negotiate the exchange of seats. Next to me there is an interesting guy and I have some plans. I hope that next to you there is also someone interesting. Then we talk, don't talk to me on the bus. When Keyla's interested in someone, it's hard to contain her. Our chairs were a little far apart, and what happened on the trip will be told by Keyla. Already at the station I was chatting. F is an engineer, single, and is traveling to spend some time alone. Laughable and friendly the chat was going well. We talked as if we had known each other for a long time, but when the lights went out and the bus left we had to speak more quietly so as not to disturb anyone who wanted to sleep. And sleep was the last thing I wanted. With that, we had to get closer to listen to what the other was saying, and I took the opportunity to play a charm and said, "Look, if you want to sleep I will shut up". And he said, "With a company like yours what I do not want is to sleep". We laughed. And he said, "When the words are done, the gestures will speak". That was said with his hand passing over my leg, which caused me to shiver, and immediately I felt my bucket soak. I wanted that guy. The chatter was rolling on and on, until so close rolled a kiss. Long, calm kiss, that made me crazy and moody. In half an hour's travel F was already stroking my nipples, and I his dick over his pants. I couldn't resist when he put his hand on my bouquet over the hoodie, I opened my legs and let him massage me, and I enjoyed the first time like this, squeezing his hand between my legs. I whispered in his ear, "Go to the window, I want to try you". We exchanged places, and I reached into his trousers and grabbed his stick, which was hard as stone. Everybody's asleep, there's total silence, and F is sticking his dick out, and I'm jerking him off, until it starts to get melodic, and I do what I love, and I put it in my mouth, first just my head, and then I went down until I swallowed it whole, and that's how it stayed until he made fun of it in my mouth. That made us even more horny, and after a few kisses, I asked him to touch my bouquet to see how wet it was. The bastard knew how to work his fingers, and after about 10 minutes I had a very intense orgasm without being able to make a sound. It was time to get some rest, and we did it together as boyfriends. In the middle of the trip there was a stop and I wanted to clean myself, take off my socks and change because the one I was wearing was very moist. I went to the bathroom and on the way out I met Igor having a coffee. I told him what happened and we went back to the bus, separated. When I sat down, F asked who I was talking to, and I was going to lie, but I decided to tell the truth and make that weekend interesting. I told him that he was my husband, that I had told him what had happened and that everything was fine. The bus was about to leave, and Igor went to sit in his chair and we stayed, like lovers, for the rest of the trip. That last bit still gave me three orgasms and the F, plus one. He got very excited about the liberal couple, and I convinced him to stay in the same hotel as us, which we all ended up staying in the same room. What are you talking about?