The feeling moves downwards

Just as you are wondering how you can keep yourself unnoticed, you begin to feel hands on your thighs, pushing your crossed legs apart. A mixture of terror and excitement grips you and you move your knees apart gladly, your heart rate quickening in anticipation.

You’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but your skirt hem seems to lift a little, and suddenly your black lacy panties are sliding off, leaving you exposed. A shiver runs through your body, and you wonder how it is that no one’s noticed you yet. You feel your legs being moved wider apart, your skirt lifting still higher, and you struggle to contain yourself, you want it so much.

A caress along the inside of your thigh increases your breathing, and suddenly you gasp as you feel hands on the outer lips of your pussy, and you realise that in the meantime, you’ve become incredibly wet.

You find yourself pushing your hips forward, wanting this unseen **** to continue, to stop teasing and just fuck you. At last you feel a sudden tingle of pleasure, gasping once more as the invisible hand strokes a finger over your clit. You realise you just cannot keep yourself under control, and have to clamp your hand firmly over your mouth to avoid making any more noise. This seems to be just in time, as the stroking and massaging continues, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

Suddenly, you feel something pushing at the entrance to your pussy. You take a deep breath in anticipation, and feel it slide in, the ridges down its length heightening the sensation. It pushes in and out, in and out, harder and faster, and all the while the invisible **** continues working your clit, eliciting muffled gasps from your covered mouth every few seconds.

You feel yourself coming closer and closer to orgasm, the sensation becoming stronger and more out of control, and the eroticism of your powerlessness against your unknown pleasurer brings you to a body-shaking climax, with every part of you convulsing uncontrollably. You desperately try to stop yourself alerting the others on the bus with your noises, and only just manage to muffle your urgent moans.

After not long, your orgasm finishes, and your find the disembodied feelings vanish, and you slump back into your seat, exhausted. Looking out of the window, you realise you are nearly at the college, and you are sitting, panties down, legs spread, looking thoroughly dishevelled. You hurriedly try and rearrange yourself to look respectable, and as the bus arrives, you nearly run off it, heedless of everyone else on board.