Chapter 12
In the darkness of a nighttime bus trip that would last ten hours, I was lost in thought, stretched out alone under two empty seats. The air had that damp smell from 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 pass by and see a young, cute woman in a dress and immediately hit on me or give me those creepy looks. I just prayed none of them would try to sit next to me and strike up a conversation—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 of mine—the relationship had ended badly, but I wasn't hung up on the bad stuff, just the good times! We were always traveling and getting into mischief everywhere. 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 even makes me hot just thinking about it... On a nighttime drive, I'd 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—no exaggeration—leaving me blind for a whole day with irritated vision. A sly grin crossed my face knowing myself, and I started chuckling softly.
Carried away by the memories, under the covers my body started giving signals. The blanket or the thoughts were making me sweat lightly, my crossed arms were pressed against my half-exposed breasts, and with one hand I was running a nail over my left breast, giving myself light pinches. There was an unexpected wetness in my panties—I was turned on. I felt the tingling, my thighs squeezed together like they were trying to crush something, until one hand slid down... I gave a hard squeeze full-handed between my legs, but there were too many layers of fabric there. "Can I finger myself 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 purse.
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 be enough to tuck it back in. My touch on the breast felt good, but I needed more; the idea was making me nervous. I tented the little blanket, hooked my thumbs under the 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 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. A long pass of my hand 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 a nice scalp massage on my tits. 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 well-defined, not the bulky muscle type but not some scrawny twig either; he had a delicious cock that always strained against his underwear when it got hard.
Without realizing it, my fingers betrayed me and found something super hot and wet—the little pussy was soaked, and at the first touch my whole body clenched up. My two fingers traced my small lips along their full length, searching for the pleasure hidden there, sometimes venturing further back to find that extra sensation I sometimes felt. I hissed a silent sound and squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring the view outside. In my mind, he was coming over me, pressing his body down on mine, clumsily crushing me like the rough man he was. I loved it when he'd slide his fingers under my hair and take control, turning it into a mane 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 got intense, 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 covers.
When I remembered his dick sliding into me, pushing for 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 now on my back and without mercy shoved my two fingers deep inside me—they went all the way, I loved feeling my own texture. At that moment, it was getting hard to hold back; I never liked cumming quick, but here it had to be fast. Knowing myself so well, I started the rapid motion with the clit hand seeking the right pressure and speed to set the rhythm. Inside, the thrusts had to be hard and rough—they hurt a bit, but I'd have to tough it out; I started pounding myself, the speed ramping up with the arousal. I felt my fingers starting to prune up fast. I was grinding and the heat was building stronger and 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 slut and that turned me on even more. Even with the harder rhythm, the orgasm wouldn't come—I wished he was at least there sucking on my tits... Four fingers went in, the other two kept up the repetitive clit work, my breathing was held tight; when air came, it was in uncontrolled gasps. I wanted five! Wanted the whole hand, the arm... His whole cock inside me, wanted to feel 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 light feeling of emptiness hit me there, but the satisfied smile was still on my face. "Damn, you naughty girl you are!"—I thought, checking if anyone had seen anything.
Checking my situation, it looked like I'd pissed myself all over—I laughed and cleaned up with a wet wipe. I got myself together, dressed properly, and fell asleep happy.