Bus with Daddy, pt. 1

When I was 11, my daddy and I rode the bus into downtown.

It was a hot summer’s day and I was sweating like crazy. My shorts kept riding up and my shirt had stuck to me from how much I was sweating. My dad and I stood in line, waiting to get on the bus, the sun beating down on us. He stood behind me as we approached the bus, me getting on before him. I walked to the back where no one else was before sitting down. After everyone got on the bus, it started to drive down the road. The ac was a nice break from the heat and I cooled down rather quickly. My father kept his hand in my thigh like he always did. He’d always have his hand on my thigh whether he was driving or just sitting at a table with me. The bus went over a pot hole, causing me to lift up a bit into the air, his hand moving down my thigh slightly with the bump. But I didn’t think anything of it. We hit a few more pot holes, each leading to my dad’s hand moving further down my thigh until it was touching my privates. The subtle movements of the bus caused his hand to move up and down on my clit. I gasped softly as I felt myself slowly get wet. We hit another pothole and this time his whole hand covered my privates, his hand slowly moving over everything despite the fabric. I didn’t know how to feel. It felt so good, but this was my daddy’s touch. He unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down the zipper. He started to touch my privates through the much thinner material of my panties. He covered my mouth to prevent me from moaning as he rubbed my clit slowly.

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