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A few years ago, I was lucky enough to land a job with a major university. The bulk of my job focuses on creating new partnerships with major corporations and maintaining existing relationships established along the way. My main goal is bringing these companies into our school to donate money to various programs. From time to time, my job requires me to travel to cities like Philadelphia and Boston. Most of the time, these trips are for conferences or meetings with corporate partners. For many, trips like these are a nightmare because of the constant working lunches, social dinners, and attempts to strike deals and create programs. I don’t really mind them, though. I treat these like mini vacations. However, this particular trip that this story centers on is my least favorite type – one with a large group of students. Twice a year, our office rents a large chartered bus and invites fifty of our top students to join us for an alumni networking event and some corporate site visits in one of these cities. Overall, it isn’t that bad, but there is just no avoiding that long ride home with a bus full of students.Due to a full schedule, we found ourselves driving late into the night on the way home. Normally, I would have just stayed an extra day and left early the next morning, but with our office footing the bill for about fifteen hotel rooms for the students, that simply was not an option. So there I was, sitting in the second row of a crowded bus with fifty students and one other staff member. It was roughly 11:00pm and it seemed that nearly everyone on the bus was asleep after a very long day. I could hear the small group in the very back of the bus talking and Escort Yakacık laughing but they weren’t too loud. I could tell my coworker in the seat in front of me had dozed off too. At that moment, we were about halfway there but still about four hours away from home and I wished that I could just fall asleep.But I had this weird thing where I simply could not fall asleep on buses or planes. I had just never been able to do so. I’m not sure why but I could never get comfortable enough or relax, no matter how hard I tried.I was pressed into the window seat with my eyes closed and my headphones in, listening to a podcast to pass the time. It was then that I felt someone sitting down in the open seat next to me. I opened my eyes and saw that it was one of the students, holding her laptop.“Hey,” she whispered. “I saw that you were awake and I had a quick question about emailing one of the people that I met today. Could you take a look at what I wrote and tell me what you think?”I was pretty annoyed but I didn’t want to be an asshole, so I just smiled and said that I would be happy too.“Sure. Let’s take a look,” I said.I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had already signed the email so I didn’t have to ask what her name was. I had never met her before but after being on this trip for three days, she was probably under the assumption that I knew who she was. Her name was Jamie Silverstein and, according to her email, she was a sophomore economics major. “Alright, Jamie… you want to be sure you are starting with a strong introduction. Make sure you are letting them know who you are and remind them of something specific from Atalar escort your interaction to jog their memory,” I told her.“Oh, okay. So, like, when I asked him how they maintain such impressive profit margins in each of their lines of business?” She asked.“Yeah, exactly! Then he will put a face to a name. That’s important,” I explained to her.From there, we went through her email, line by line, to make sure that she was saying the right things and making a good impression. I was pretty tired but this was an effective way to pass the time. About twenty minutes later, we were just about finished with her email. I had to admit she was very thorough and wanted to be sure every word was perfect. I’m not sure if it was the dark, tight quarters, the faint smell of her hair, or just the fact that I was this close to a cute twenty year old girl for the first time since I had been that age, but I was suddenly getting distracted. I hated myself for such an unprofessional reaction, but I was so tired that my guard must have been down. As we talked, I felt myself getting a little stiff in my pants and I couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at her pretty face, lit up by the soft light of her computer screen.Jamie really was quite pretty in a way that many young girls are. She had long, dark brown hair, and a cute little nose. It was hard to get a look at her body because she was in sweatpants and an oversized hooded sweatshirt. I had to snap out of it!“Alright, Jamie… I think that should just about do it! Better get back to your seat,” I said, trying to get her out of here before I got fired for getting an erection because of a student. “Thank Kadıköy escort bayan you so much, I really could not have done this without you,” she said.“No problem – just be sure to give me credit when you get that internship offer this summer!” I joked.“For sure!” she said, laughing quietly. She saved the email draft, before closing her browser, not wanting to send such an important email at 11:30pm on a Friday.“One more question,” she said. “Did I cause this?”Before the words could even register in my mind, her hand was in my lap. She didn’t quite grab my stiff cock through my jeans but there was no mistaking that she placed her hand directly on top of my hardness. I was frozen as she stared into my eyes, waiting for an answer. The soft glow of her computer screen was providing just enough light that I could see the slight mischievous smile on her face.“Jamie, what are you doing?!” I hissed, trying to attract any attention.“My boyfriend used to tell me that if I made him hard, it was my responsibility to make it go away,” she whispered in my ear.“You need to go back to your seat. This is super inappropriate,” I whispered back.“What did it? Was it just being this close to me? Oh my god, that makes me so hot,” Jamie whispered, keeping her voice down. There was a moment of silence. I was terrified but my cock was harder than ever, imprisoned in my jeans. As I tried convincing her to go back to her seat, she continued squeezing me. I was so worried that someone would notice that I didn’t dare risk making a scene. She seemed to know she had me trapped. Who was this girl?“Everyone is asleep, Mr. Brooks. Don’t worry! Besides, you seem to be enjoying this!” she tried assuring me.“That doesn’t make it okay! You can’t just do this on a bus full of people!” I said as quietly as possible.“So you would fuck me if all these people weren’t around?” Jamie teased me, with a tight squeeze on my swollen shaft.“That’s not what I meant… I need you to stop.