Chapter 12

In the darkness of an overnight bus trip that would last ten hours, I was lost in my own thoughts, stretched out under two empty seats. The air had that damp smell of a recent cleaning, the AC was freezing cold and kept my throat constantly dry. I was traveling alone, with just fear for company. Guys would walk by and see a young, pretty woman in a dress and hit on me or give me creepy looks — I just prayed none of them would try to sit next to me and start chatting. The bus wasn’t too full, and that made me feel a bit uneasy.

Sleep wouldn’t come. I was lying under a blanket with my head propped on a pillow, listening to music through my earbuds and reflecting on life. Truth be told, I couldn’t stop thinking about an old flame whose relationship had ended badly, but I wasn’t hung up on the bad stuff — more on the good times! We’d always travel and get into mischief wherever we went. I remembered how I’d met him on a bus and fucked him during the ride — we almost woke up everyone around us with our moans. I’m sure someone heard the thumping and the groans. What a cock he had! It still gives me a flush just thinking about it… On a nighttime drive once, I sucked that man off for a full 50-kilometer stretch! The bastard came without warning me, and right then I pulled it out of my mouth — a tsunami of cum shot straight into my eye, literally leaving me blind for a whole day from the irritation. A sly grin crept across my face knowing myself, and I started chuckling softly.

Carried away by the memories, under the covers my body started reacting. The blanket or the thoughts made me sweat a little; my crossed arms were pressed against my half-exposed breasts, and with one hand I ran my nail over my left breast, giving it light pinches. There was an unexpected wetness in my panties — I was turned on. I felt the tingling, my thighs clenched together like they were trying to crush something, until one hand slid down… I gave a hard squeeze right between my legs with my full hand, but there were too many layers of fabric there. “Can I get myself off right here without anyone hearing?” — the thought made me restless. I sat up like a meerkat in the seat and looked around at the other passengers to see what they were doing; they all seemed to be asleep. I bit my lip and put on a confident face. Like a contortionist, I slipped my arms under the straps of my bra to bring the clasp to the front, and once unhooked, it went straight into my handbag.

With one strap of the dress fallen and under the blanket, I squeezed my breast that was now out of the dress — in case of any nearby movement, a quick shoulder shrug would tuck it back in. My touch on the breast felt good, but I needed more; the idea made me nervous. I tented the blanket like a little fort, hooked my thumbs under my shorts and panties, and in one smooth, cat-like move, pulled them both off at once — the skirt of the dress would cover anything up front. I felt the cold air hitting down there and it gave me a slight shiver that sent goosebumps all over. “God, I’m such a slut.” — I always judged myself like that…

My pubes were full and bushy up front as usual; it had been a few weeks since they’d seen a razor or wax — the place wasn’t exactly visitor-friendly. I ran my hand long and slow without pressing hard in the middle… I didn’t want to spread everything all over my groin and thighs and end up a sticky mess from myself. I went back to touching my breast, now slick with saliva, and the other hand started giving my breasts a nice, soothing scratch. My heart was pounding steadily and my breathing was starting to get out of control. I turned my face to the window to look at the scenery, but it was the memory of his abs and that ripped torso that popped into my imagination, forming a clear picture in my mind — he was all firm and defined, not the bulky muscle type but not some scrawny twig either; he had a delicious cock that always strained to escape his underwear when it got hard.

Without realizing it, my fingers betrayed me and found something super hot and wet — the little thing was soaked, and at the first touch, my whole body tensed up. My two fingers traced my inner lips along their full length, hunting for the pleasure hidden there, sometimes venturing further back to chase that extra sensation I sometimes felt. I let out a silent hiss and squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring the view outside. In my mind, he was on top of me, his body weight pressing down, clumsily pinning me like the rough man he was. I loved it when he’d slide his fingers under my hair and take control, using it like reins to make me obey his desires. I ground against my hand slowly, wishing it was his bulge rubbing me. My two fingers were now on my swollen clit, the motion light and circular; when the pleasure built too strong, I’d switch to an up-and-down stroke with more pressure… I fought hard not to moan right there — if someone walked by to the bathroom, they’d see my weird position even under the blankets.

When I remembered his dick sliding into me, carving out space in my flesh, I hooked my fingers inside and started short thrusts. How do I like to masturbate? Two fingers in, two fingers out! A foolproof recipe for me. I shifted in the seat onto my back and without mercy shoved my two fingers deep inside me — they went all the way, and I loved feeling my own texture. At that moment, it was getting hard to hold back; I never liked cumming quick, but here I’d have to — it was fast. Knowing myself well, I ramped up the speed with my clit hand, finding the right pressure and rhythm to push me over. Inside, the motion had to be hard and rough; it hurt a little, but I’d have to take it. I started pounding myself, the speed picking up with the heat, feeling my fingers getting all pruned up quick. I was writhing and the arousal kept building stronger; the blanket kept slipping, and now I had to hold it with my chin. I was making faces and grimaces on the bus and praying no one saw me rubbing one out right there.

Two fingers weren’t enough — there was room for one more, and I gave it to myself; I liked feeling filled up, it made me feel like a total slut and that turned me on even more. Even with the harder rhythm, the orgasm wouldn’t come; I wished at least he was there sucking on my tits… Four fingers slid in, the other two kept up the repetitive clit work, my breath was caught, and when air came, it was in wild gasps. I wanted five! Wanted the whole hand, the arm… His whole cock buried in me, feeling his balls slapping my ass!

I came hard as fuck!

I whimpered like a bitch in pain, muffled the sound, and froze from the shock of it. I trembled, felt the air even colder now; with the movements done, my heart slowed back down, and a slight feeling of emptiness hit me there. On my face, the satisfied smile lingered. “Damn, you naughty girl you are!” — I thought, checking if anyone had seen anything.

Checking myself out, it was like I’d pissed myself all over — I laughed and cleaned up with a wet wipe. I got dressed properly again and fell asleep happy.