My first experience was 100% unexpected - but the adrenaline rush I experienced that evening left a life-long, lasting impression on me. I was hooked! Having attended high school in Texas, Friday night football games were a way of life in our family. Not being athletic at all, I followed my older sister's footsteps and joined our high school's marching band. On nights we traveled with our football team on away games, it was mandatory that we be fully dressed in our band uniform before boarding the buses.
One evening, due to car trouble, I was running late and had just made it back to school right as the buses were departing. My band director was very glad I had made it (one of the parent boosters had packed my uniform on the bus) and told me I could get dressed once we arrived and everyone had existed the bus. As the last person got off the bus, I looked up from my seat in the middle of the bus and noticed the bus driver looking back at me from the extra large rear view mirror. She asked me if there was anything wrong as I hadn't left with the rest of the band. Before I could answer, my band director climbed into the bus with my uniform and asked the driver if it was ok if I got dressed in the bus. She said no problem - but she had to park the bus first as she was in the drop-off only area. My director said he was ok with it and would have one of the parent boosters head over to the back parking lot to make sure I made it back to the rest of the team without any problems. Just as he was exiting, I heard another voice just outside the bus door asking if he could also change into his uniform - the driver said, "of course." Expecting to see a fellow band member, I was surprised to see it was the guy who dressed as our high school mascot - we were the Indians.
The driver asked us not to start changing until she had parked the bus. Once parked, she turned on the lights inside the bus and gave us the go ahead - however, she would need to stay as she couldn't leave the bus with any passengers inside. I was not all that crazy about that but , at the time, I was more concerned about being late to give it any serious thought. Our mascot - a Senior in extremely good shape - quickly said, "not a problem." Given we both were running late, I believe, we really didn't care that our 50ish, mom-looking bus driver was going to be staying in the bus as we got dressed. As she stayed in her seat, she started a conversation with our mascot, who she was looking at through the rear view mirror.
Both of us were changing in the aisle. I was in the middle of the bus, he was right at the front, just a seat or two away from the driver. If she looked at all in my direction, the most she would have seen me in would have been my y-fronts. Again, I was more worried about being late - I really wasn't thinking about anything else. That is until I had to tie my band shoes and finally looked in the direction of our mascot, who was standing facing the front of the bus, in only his jeans.
He was busy tying the short beaded breast plate around his chest, (pretty much shirtless), while holding a conversation with the driver, whose eye's were locked on him. Then, without any hesitation, he unbuckled his belt and took off his jeans, all the while facing and talking to the driver. Since there was really nothing to that beaded breast plate, he was pretty much just standing there in his white briefs folding up his jeans. Then he did something so totally unexpected - he pulled down his underwear. By the time he had placed his jeans and briefs into his bag and pulled out his other pants, he had to have been standing there, fully exposed to the driver, for more than a minute. Neither I or the bus driver could take our eyes off the situation. Then it was over.
He finished getting dressed and left in a mad rush...I meet my chaperone right outside the bus. But as I was leaving, both the driver and I passed each other a quick glance that read WTF. The rush I felt as he was standing there naked in front of her was very similar to the feeling of a wet dream - it was very orgasmic. I had no idea what I was feeling at the time - but I was determined to feel it again knowing damn well what had triggered it. I've been a fan ever since...hoping to have that holy grail(ish) experience once again.
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