Lustful fantasy seem to compel you to step off the bus...

Something seems to take control of you and your finger presses on the stop button. The bell indicating a stop has been requested jerks you from the haze of your fantasies, realizing that many eyes are upon you.

Certain that they're on you because you signalled for a stop - as opposed to your half-revealed breasts or your luscious ass - you reluctantly step out of the bus, and stand at the curb watching it fade into the distance.

Now you'll be even later for the doctor...

Your eyes turn toward the theatre, and flashes of last night return. Five boys, all eying you ravenously. What delicious things would they have done to you if Jacob hadn't arrived, you wonder, and shiver, feeling the heat building within again.

As your mind plays out the possible scenarios your hands become busy, one sliding into your hoody to tweak a thick nipple while the other slides beneath the waistband of your tight little jeans. The button pops open as you softly stroke the bare skin above your slavering pussy, the strokes pushing downward more insistantly as you imagine one, two or three boys taking you and the ways they could have done it.

Your fingers have pushed down so far they're just about to touch your clit - courtesy of the zipper being completely undone. It's then that a voice speaks from behind you, making you whirl to face the speaker.

"...interested?" the voice finishes, the only part of the words you truly hear.

"Huh?" is all you can reply as your hands whip out of their warm hidey-holes, leaving the bare area above your pussy exposed and your hoody billowing out, momentarily flashing a small, pert breast.