No, he continues to explore

Riding the bus, Friday morning (cont.)

He moves on to her legs.

Leaving her breast exposed, Patrick gently nudges her right knee away from her left. She offers no resistance, of course, as he presses her leg to the side. Soon, gravity does its work, and her right leg falls away from her left, leaving her open and exposed.

Patrick immediately lifts the hem of her dress and takes in the sight before him. Her long, luscious legs come together under a thin triangle of black fabric. Her dark pubic hair peeks playfully from behind the material, which has been pressed to one side, revealing one tantalizing pussy lip. Patrick manages to remember to take a few pictures before draping his finger against that single exposed labium. He relishes the softness of her hair as he brushes against her most forbidden flesh. Patrick realizes with a smile that her right breast and right pussy lip are both on display. Halfway nude he thinks, calling to mind what the full picture might look like.

Nudging his finger beneath her panty line, Patrick rubs his hand against her pussy. He begins to panic as he notices she’s wet. She’s awake! he thinks, pulling his hand away and staring at her face. But no. Whatever reaction she’s having is ****. As far as she knows, she’s simply having a “wet” dream.

So Patrick resumes. More quickly now, and with more confidence, he plays with her pussy, gently pressing the lips apart to better appreciate the wetness within. He’s been brave, but he still has the presence of mind to hold himself back from inserting a finger, no matter how desperately he wants to. He simply can’t take that kind of risk.

The next hour passes far too quickly. Patrick fully explores Vicky’s pussy, massages both her tits, and even manages to sneak in a couple kisses. He is careful and quiet … and about to explode.

Finally, as the bus enters the last half-hour of its journey, Patrick knows he needs to wrap it up. So it’s time for the grand finale.

Patrick reaches across the aisle and grabs the two fleece blankets he brought with him. He places one over himself and half of the girl beside him, and he unzips his shorts. His large, thick cock, which has been straining and dripping for the past hour, unfolds from his shorts and stands at full attention under the blanket.

Gently, Patrick takes Vicky’s hand and guides it to his cock. She continues to sleep as he brushes her hand against his penis, staring at her exposed breast and open legs. It doesn’t take long before Vicky’s **** handjob does him in and he explodes all over the inside of his blanket.

When the stars clear from his vision, Patrick tries to clean up as best he can with the fleece. He wipes his cum off Vicky’s hand and returns it to her lap. He replaces her dress, presses her legs back together, and scoops her boob back inside. He gently lays the second blanket over her body and leans back, a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

One last thing, Patrick thinks, as he scoops some of the cum from his cock and onto two of his fingers. Gently leaning over, he smears his cum against Vicky’s lips, relishing the look of his semen on her mouth.

With that vision in mind, he falls asleep.