Solipsist's travels in subspace

Sometimes the general discomforts in daily life can provide great enjoyment and eroticism for a quick witted kinky couple. Here solipsist recounts how a nightmare Greyhound bus trip became a memory we treasure:

"My Wife (Mistress160) and I were leaving for an overseas holiday on an early flight. With no available connecting flight we had to take a 4am bus which took 3 1/2 hours to reach the departures terminal.

"We had hoped for an empty bus, but it was full. We were given the two seats together at the very back. Most people turned their reading lights out straight away and went back to sleep, but we were both wide awake. I decided to read for a while while My Wife amused herself with suduko and silly games like noughts and crosses. About half an hour later I realised that I was starting to get seriously travel-sick. My Wife found me an anti-nausea pill, and I started to try to settle my stomach by focusing on fixed objects outside the bus. I could control the nausea by doing this, but the moment I looked inside the bus - at objects in our bouncing frame of reference - I felt violently ill again. Miserably I kept my eyes firmly fixed out the window ... this was not a good start to our holiday...

"Suddenly I felt Her hand snake under my sweater, and start to unbutton my shirt... then my belt, the top button of my jeans and my t-shirt were free. She reached up a hand inside my t-shirt and I felt Her fingertips lightly graze across a nipple. I have sensitive nipples. Very sensitive. As my nipple started to get erect, She focused Her fingertips more closely on them, and started flicking a fingernail over the hard tip of my nipple sending lightning flashes of pleasure through my chest, making my cock harden in response. She switched Her attentions to the other nipple, and started alternating between the two, making me more and more sensitive and rock hard.

"So what's the problem, you ask ? All I wanted to do was to close my eyes and lose myself in the delicious sensation, or look at Her with the puppy-dog gaze I get when being teased like this, and drink in the amused, loving and powerful look I knew was in Her eyes. But the moment I forgot myself and my eyes closed involuntarily, the nausea returned and I very quickly had to open my eyes and focus again. It's a dreadful predicament, because you know that if you could only close your eyes, you could really enjoy the pleasure, but you can't - mustn't do it for even a moment...

"After half an hour or so - an eternity - Her hand left my nipples, and started to tug at my zip. I reached down to help, but She gently slapped my hand away and finished undoing it Herself. Her fingers reached inside the frilly panties She has me wear, and started to caress the tip of my cock, slick with pre-cum. But only the tip. She rubbed her thumb in circles over my glans, a sensation which is intensely pleasurable, but quickly becomes more than I can stand. Every few minutes She would rub the tip to collect more pre-cum, occasionally stroke the frenum (the sensitive bit just below the head), and then go back to the glans.

"If concentrating on staring at the horizon was difficult when my nipples were being rubbed was difficult, this was nearly impossible. On the other hand closing my eyes was out of the question, and what manner of sub could possibly ask Her to stop ... I whimpered, and saw Her smile in response...

"As it started to get light outside - over an hour later - there was more to rest my eyes on outside, the nausea became easier to handle and finally I could relax more into the pleasure of being teased ... alas, this was when She removed Her hand from my trousers, leaned over and whispered that we'd have to stop now because other people in the bus might see and wonder what we were up to. I moaned involuntarily in protest, but as She pulled up the zipper of my pants She murmured "never mind ... just wait for what I have planned for the six hour plane trip....".

(thanks to solipsist. Top photo: provenance unknown)