The last year before high school was coming to an end and we were going on a school trip to Italy.
Sabina had been looking forward to starting high school, but first the bus trip to Italy had to be done.
They had now completed 14 hours of the 26 it would take to get to the final destination and it was evening. Sabina felt drowsy and dozed off.
Suddenly she was woken up by Ralf “ok, why don’t I sit here?” he asked, before he got an answer he continued, “those people back there are talking and talking, and I’m tired and just want to sleep”
Sabina knew Ralf had a big crush on her, “Of course”, she replied, and lifted the blanket away so Ralf could sit next to her.
Both of them fall quick to sleep, and Sabina began to dream, as so many times recently, of sex with a strange man in the woods.
In her dream, the man’s face was always obscured, hidden by shadows or turned away. Yet his touch felt familiar, gentle but insistent. The forest around them was thick with pine trees, the ground soft with fallen needles that cushioned her bare skin. Sabina could smell moss and damp earth, feel the cool air on her exposed body, hear the distant call of birds.
She stirred in her sleep, unconsciously pressing closer to Ralf’s warm body beside her.
“Sabina,” the dream-man whispered, his voice like rustling leaves. “Sabina, what do you doing?”
When Sabina opened her eyes, she looked straight at Ralf, who repeated in a hoarse voice “what are you doing Sabina?”
It took a few seconds before she realised, then she froze, suddenly wide awake, the dream forest evaporating into the dim reality of the bus. Her fingers were wrapped around Ralf’s cock inside his shorts, and his eyes were wide with shock and something else—excitement, perhaps, or fear.
“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered, quickly withdrawing her hand. Heat rushed to her face. “I was dreaming…”
Ralf swallowed audibly. The bus rumbled beneath them, most of their classmates asleep in the darkness. Only the occasional headlights from passing cars illuminated his face in brief flashes.
Sabina turned her face away, still feeling Ralf’s eyes on her neck.
It was uncomfortable, but Sabina was now very horny, and felt that she was wet between her legs.
“It’s okay,” Ralf whispered finally, his voice cracking slightly. “I was… I mean, I didn’t mind.”
Sabina stared at the seat in front of her, acutely aware of every inch where their bodies touched. The dream lingered in her mind—the faceless man, the forest, the freedom she felt there. Nothing like this cramped bus seat with Ralf’s nervous breathing beside her.
“I should probably go back to my seat,” he offered, though he made no move to leave.
“No,” she said, surprising herself. “Stay. It’s fine. We should just… sleep.”
But neither of them could sleep now. Every bump in the road seemed to push them together, their thighs touching beneath the shared blanket. Sabina kept her hands firmly clasped in her lap, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the heat of him, the hardness she’d felt moments before.
“What were you dreaming about?” Ralf whispered after several minutes of tense silence.
The darkness made her brave. “A man in the forest,” she admitted. “I keep having the same dream.”
“Oh.” His disappointment was palpable.
“I never see his face,” she added, not sure why she was telling him this.
And she felt that the horniness was not letting go of her. She turn and looked on Ralf.
Then she did something that shocked her, she made a shushing gesture with her left hand, while her right hand took his hand and moved it to her wet pussy.
Ralf’s breath caught in his throat, his hand trembling against her. She guided him beneath the elastic of her shorts, past the damp cotton of her underwear, until his fingertips brushed against her slick heat. The contact sent a jolt through her body, nothing like the dreamy sensation from her forest fantasies. This was sharp, immediate, real.
“Sabina,” he whispered, her name like a question.
She didn’t answer, just pressed his fingers more firmly against herself, showing him how to move. The bus engine droned on, the rhythmic vibrations adding to the sensations building inside her. All around them, classmates slept or listened to music through headphones, oblivious to what was happening beneath the shared blanket.
Ralf learned quickly, his initial hesitation giving way to curiosity and eagerness. His fingers explored her with growing confidence, circling and pressing in ways that made her bite her lip to stay silent. His breathing grew heavier, matching her own. The darkness of the bus became a cocoon around them, intimate and dangerous.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, his lips close to her ear.
Sabina nodded, then realized he probably couldn’t see. “Yes,” she breathed, barely audible over the rumble of the bus engine.
Her hips moved subtly against his hand, chasing the pleasure that built with each stroke of his fingers. The forest man from her dreams seemed far away now, replaced by Ralf’s very real touch. She turned her face toward him, their noses almost touching.
On impulse, she kissed him. His lips were softer than she’d imagined, hesitant at first, then responding with unexpected intensity. His fingers faltered momentarily before finding their rhythm again, more insistent now. Sabina felt herself climbing toward something inevitable, her breath catching as Ralf’s thumb found the perfect spot. She pressed her mouth against his shoulder to muffle the sound that threatened to escape her lips.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw the silhouettes of sleeping classmates, heads lolling with the motion of the bus. The danger of discovery only heightened everything—the sensations, the tension coiling inside her, the way Ralf’s free hand now clutched desperately at her thigh.
When it happened, the release washed over her in waves that made her dig her fingernails into his arm. Her whole body tensed, then slowly relaxed, melting against him as her breathing gradually steadied.
“Sabina,” Ralf whispered, his voice thick with need.
Reality began to seep back into her consciousness. The bus windows had fogged slightly, creating a further shield from the outside world. She turned to look at Ralf, his face a mixture of wonder and desperate longing in the faint light.
Without speaking, she reached for him again, this time deliberately, her fingers finding the outline of his hardness through his shorts. He stifled a groan, his eyes fluttering closed as she slipped her hand beneath the waistband. He was hot to the touch, smooth and rigid. She explored him with curious fingers, watching his face contort with pleasure.
“I’ve never—” he started to whisper.
“Shh,” she interrupted, increasing her pace. The shared secret, the forbidden nature of their encounter, felt intoxicating. This wasn’t like her forest dreams—this was raw, urgent, happening in stolen moments while their world slept around them.
Ralf’s hips bucked involuntarily, his breathing becoming erratic. She could feel him straining against her touch, his whole body tensing. She covered his mouth with her free hand, feeling his hot breath against her palm as he approached his climax. When it came, his body shuddered violently, and she felt the warm wetness spreading over her fingers. She continued to stroke him gently until he placed his hand over hers, stopping her movements.
For several minutes, they sat in silence, the air between them heavy with what had just happened. The reality of their situation slowly crystallized in Sabina’s mind. She was on a school bus, surrounded by classmates, with Ralf’s release still sticky on her fingers. The dream-like quality of the encounter was fading, leaving behind questions and complications she hadn’t considered.
“Do you have a tissue?” she whispered, suddenly practical. Ralf fumbled in his pocket, producing a crumpled but clean tissue. “Here,” he whispered, his voice still unsteady.
Sabina wiped her fingers carefully, then wordlessly handed the tissue back to him. He hesitated before taking it, wadding it up tightly in his fist. Their eyes met in the dim light, and Sabina felt a strange mix of emotions flood through her – embarrassment, lingering pleasure, and something unexpectedly tender.
“I should fix my clothes,” she murmured, adjusting herself beneath the blanket.
Ralf nodded, doing the same. “That was… I mean, I never thought…”
“Me neither,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.
A silence stretched between them, filled with the gentle snoring of classmates and the steady rhythm of the bus engine. Sabina stared out the window at the night landscape rushing past, her mind racing.
“I’ve had a crush on you since sixth grade,” Ralf confessed suddenly, his voice so low she almost missed it.
Sabina turned to look at him, studying his profile in the occasional flashes of light from passing cars. She’d always known, of course. Everyone had. But hearing him say it now, after what they’d just done, made it more complicated.
“I know,” she replied and looked out of the window. She could feel the tension from Ralf, but she also knew that this would never happen again. She simple did not had this kind of feelings for him, she knew this was something that happened in a moment of horniness.
