A bumpy ride home

As Stephanie was realizing all her spilled purchases were back in their packaging, the bus that the old woman had been waiting for pulled to a stop. Usually she would avoid public transportation and just take her own car, but Daddy took her keys for the summer when he caught her throwing a party while he and his wife were gone for the weekend. She hadn't picked these heels for comfort, so she would swallow her pride this one time.

The hydraulic doors swung open at the press of a button by the driver, and Stephanie stepped on the vehicle. The driver eyed her appreciatively, hoping her skirt would hike up enough for a peek, but she was an expert of the 'accidental' flash. She knew her step would cross her waist perfectly to block her crotch from sight. As planned, her left leg planted firmly in line with her left shoulder, pausing long enough for her pleated skirt to reveal her light pink panties. The driver's eyes lit up while Stephanie stared in shock as she widely displayed her mound to him. That was not where she planned to place her step. She immediately straightened her rogue limb, lifting herself into the bus and preventing any more ogling below. Sadly, the quick motion gave the driver something else to ogle as her perky breasts jockied for position on top of each other in their flimsy top. Stephanie could only blush deeply at the leering gaze of the driver. With a nod of approval, the driver motioned his head deeper into the bus, considering her fare paid. Stephanie cringed internally at the gross transaction she found herself taking part in, but she just smiled curtly and started walking towards the seating.

Her options were bountiful, as only one other passenger was riding with her: a scrawny looking boy around her age, staring down at his phone. His attempts at subtle glances told Stephanie that he was watching her strut. She wasn't surprised, of course. She had perfected the casual runway stride, so any pervert leering at her would get himself riled up and become putty in her hands. She planned to give him a little show as she passed, then she'd shoot him some doe eyes and batted lashes whenever he glanced her way. He'd be ready to blow before his destination. Her musings about teasing the passenger were interrupted when she felt her ankles suddenly buckle, as the bus lurched forward to continue its route. She was thrown off balance, and her wobbling legs jerked towards the boy, like a string was attached from his belt to her skirt. She fell roughly into his lap and was made keenly aware of how much this nerd was packing when her flouncy skirt exposed her smooth cheeks to pants fabric. "Excuse me!" She yelled at the pervert driver, who was watching the whole accident in his rearview mirror. "I wasn't sitting yet!" Her anger softened slightly as she watched the environment out the window not passing by.

"I know, sweetheart. I was waiting for you to find a seat before you fell in those heels. Good thing I did, huh?" He chuckled as he winked at her lucky seat cushion, who was trying not to cream his jeans as more strange tugging motions ground Stephanie's pert rear into his lap. She placed her bulky shopping bags on the floor, grasped the metallic pole for standing passengers, and tried to rise to her feet again, but her skirt now felt heavier than lead against her flexing thighs, and the driver determined her seat was safe enough to actually start driving. She planted her feet more firmly, unaware that her heels had pulled wide, exposing her sex to any other passengers that would board. She could only lift her cheeks a few taunting inches before a sudden influx of gravity wrapped them back around the boy's meat. She couldn't help but feel a little aroused as rough denim slid against her silky panties and bubble butt. If she didn't know any better, she'd think there were fingers on her bare pussy.

"E-excuse me." Stephanie heard squeak behind her. She turned indignantly to look behind herself, locking eyes with the lucky rider just as her lap dance added some vertical motion, no longer appearing like a teasing performance, but like a **** fuck. She looked down her torso in shock as her tits jiggled and swayed much more than her small set should even with this much gyrating. The boy spoke up again. "I...I think I-I-I'm gonna...!" Stephanie knew what word was cut off as she felt his flexing rod tapping on her mound,. As if he was inside her, Stephanie started to feel a pleasant stabbing in the folds of her pussy, and she let out a breathy gasp on reflex, before throwing a hand to her mouth and finally finding the strength to stand. On wobbly heels, she marched to the back of the bus, as far from anyone possible, and the boy with the stained pants signaled for his stop, though it was more out of shame than arrival at his stop.

The unwilling dancer sat perplexed on her currently private bus, trying to rationalize the last 10 minutes of her life. That jerk bus driver must have started the vehicle; there's no way she would fall like that without the sudden motion. Then it was just the bumpy commute that made getting up more difficult. She would never act so sexually in public and definitely not with a guy who had nothing to offer her. She figeted with the hem of her traitorous skirt, pulling it taut over her lap nervously as she waited for her destination.