Take the bus

So, you think, you'd like to watch people fuck everywhere. That means you have to be everywhere - or at least be moving. Taking the bus seems like a nice idea. You could clear up your thoughts about all this while watching aimlessly out the window, and maybe catch some fucking while you're at it. Damn, you're smart.

As you approach the bus stop, you can't help but think that you should have tried to squeeze in more modifiers - maybe something about clothing, or people watching porn in public.

The bus arrives, interrupting your thinking, and you step inside. Of course, every single set of two seats has one person by the window and the other one free - except for one at the back, so you do the same and grab that window seat yourself.

Turns out people aren't fucking outside as much as you'd hoped, or maybe that's because you're going by an industrial complex. You make a mental note to go through suburbia next time.

Nobody seems to get off the bus, so people start to seat themselves next to others.

"'scuse me?" you hear, and you tilt your head left, surprised.

"Huh?"

"I said, is this seat taken?"

"Oh, uh, no, go ahead."

"Thanks."

The voice belongs to a young woman, maybe 20 or 21 years old, slender and with long, straight red hair - probably dyed, but it suits her dark blue thinly layered dress well. She's far from your free use clause, though, and you quickly discard her from your mind.

It only takes a minute or so of looking at more boring buildings before you start hearing faint moans from your left. Surprised, you turn around again, only to see that the woman has pulled the bottom of her dress up and is currently enjoying a hand downstairs. She's biting her lower lip and has closed her eyes.

Well, that was a complete surprise. You never considered that "sex in public" would also include masturbation. It does make some sense, of course, but still - who'd have known?

Obviously, by extension this means you can jack it wherever you'd like as well, which you are already planning to peruse frequently. But does it also mean you can touch the petite redhead, or does it mean that you can "join" her as in masturbate together?

Ah, screw it - literally. You throw caution to the wind, finally not overthinking things any longer, and put a hand on her thigh, slowly sliding it further up.

The woman stops instantly, lets out a shriek and shoots up from the seat like a bolt.

Fuck! That did not go as you'd hoped at all. A million thoughts fly through your brain at once - what happens now, will she report you? Will the police get involved? You're too pretty for jail!

"WHAT ARE Y-" she starts, then ending the screaming up just as abruptly as it started. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see it was you."

Much to your relief, your pretty ass stays out of trouble. The young ginger takes off her sandals and sits down again, lifting her dress to the waist this time, and puts her feet on the seat as well. "Please continue if you still want to, John."

If? IF?! Is there any part of this woman you would NOT like to touch?

"What's your name?" you ask.

"I'm Julia. Pleased to meet you."

"Very pleased to meet you too. I'm John, but you seem to know that already."

"Well, duh," she says with a little smile. "Everybody does. Do you like my pussy?"

My, isn't she forward. Come to think of it, she's got no panties on and her pussy looks absolutely great. It's a little puffy, with a pinkish red shade, and it's already wet. Turns out her hair isn't dyed, either - there's a cute little tuft of really curly red pubes just above the slit, and the rest has been kept well-groomed but is getting a little stubbly.

She looks at you expectingly and parts her lips slightly - both pairs. Her left-hand fingers are prodding her waiting vagina, the tip of her tongue is licking seductively from side to side, and her right hand is massaging your growing bulge. It barely takes a second to get so hard that it's starting to hurt. You quickly unzip and let your trousers fall to your ankles.

Julia grabs your hand and puts it on her milky white thigh again, a lot less reluctantly this time. Then, she curls your balls in her hand, sloooowly caressing them with her fingertips before moving on to give your penis the same treatment. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of ecstatic anguish, she reaches the top, touches it briefly to get your precum on her finger, and puts it to her mouth. She makes a show out of licking it off, then sucking a little on the finger. Her moans are getting louder, and she never breaks eye contact with you. God, she's amazing at this!

You suddenly realise that your hand is still on her thigh, but you've been far too flabbergasted to move it. In a way, you kind of want to give her the same teasing treatment - but it's too late, she's won, you'll definitely not be able to pull it off.

And that's probably how she wanted it.

Instead, your hand quickly flies across her leg - her smooth, smooth, creamy leg - and soon reaches its target. As you brush over the stubble, she moves her left hand away, giving you full access. You lean in to kiss her, putting a finger between her labia, and rocking it gently back and forth. She reciprocates by starting to jerk you - not too fast, but not painfully leisurely - and puts her mouth to yours.

The two of you sit like that for a while, fondling each other and kissing passionately, eyes closed. A cellphone goes off and you can hear a voice babbling a few rows further in front, but you pay it no mind.

Her slit feels very... welcoming, actually, delighted to have a foreign finger on it; it's obvious she needed this just as much as you did, maybe more. Eventually, she begins to increase the tempo, and you put your middle finger inside her, just a small bit, but she instantly makes a little rocking motion to get more, and it doesn't take long until it's as far in as it goes. Perhaps this is where you should tease her, you think, when the bus drives over a pothole, causing her butt to jump in an arch upwards and then back on your finger again.

You break the kiss, look at each other, and laugh.

The foreplay is over, and you decide to go for the main course. Much to nobody's surprise, it turns out that kneeling in front of the bus seat requires a bit of gymnastics, but you manage to squeeze in, and Julia helps you by easing her body down a bit, while making sure both of her feet are firmly grounded on the seating.

Her skin is glistening where you had your fingers - which, to be fair, is practically everywhere. You kiss her thigh, ever so slowly, then break it off only to move your mouth the tiniest bit upwards to kiss her again. After a while, you reach the part where her legs end. You look up to meet her gaze, but Julia has closed her eyes and is breathing heavily in anticipation.

Finally, you decide to tease her back. Just before you get to her lips, you stop, blow a little hot air on her sex, and continue kissing her other thigh - slowly making your way back towards the middle again.

Julia is clearly ready to burst; she was past the foreplay stage already, and every second you linger only makes her more anxious - and turned on. Besides, the position you're squatting in isn't exactly great for your neck.

Without warning, you place your tongue in the middle and take a very wet lick upwards. Equally delighted and surprised, Julia lets out an “eek!” and makes a little jump. You can feel her entire body relaxing. All of the tension the two of you built up together just flows off her, and she quickly begins panting as you resume a steady pace.

She tastes wonderfully, and you want to explore every fold, every crevice of her inviting gender. The saltiness and the musky scent of womanhood makes you all the more excited, but with your concentration elsewhere, you don’t really notice. Julia definitely notices, though, when you nibble at the hood in a careful kissing motion. Belot the clitoris, your tongue has been replaced by your index finger, steadily making circular caressing movements, going from one side to the other.

When you feel her thigh muscles start to clench up a little again, you know it’s time to pick up the rhythm. Almost immediately, her entire body melts into the increased pleasure, and you decide to break the routine, opting to choose your movements as you go instead of doing the same thing over again.

You can easily tell Julia loves it, and you let your finger slip into her, only a little bit, but enough to massage her from the inside while you give her button harder and harder sensations.

“fn….” she says, or something similar, in a barely noticable murmur.

“What was that?” you ask.

“Fuck!” Julia goes, louder this time. “So fucking… fuck. Fuck!”

Amused, you make a mental chuckle and just keep doing what you’re doing, and so the sudden orgasm comes a surprise to you. Julia presses her pussy forward, arches her back, screams loudly - Jesus, she’s loud as fuck - and you try your best just to keep up while she sandwiches your head between her hands and her crotch.

When she eventually lets go and sits down more comfortably again, you follow, giving her slow, long strokes with your tongue for a little added indulgement while she regains her senses.

“... okay honey,” Julia quips, “I think you earned your turn.”

And to be honest, you couldn’t agree more, especially as your neck cracks uncomfortably when you stand up and get back into your window seat.

“Give me a kiss,” she demands, practically flying onto you. Where on Earth did she regain that energy from? No matter, she’s swirling her tongue onto you, savouring the taste of herself, and you can’t help but wonder if that’s how her mouth will feel on your cock.

That was probably her intention as well. She quickly withdraws and moves her legs so she can sit on her seat instead of on the floor. You’re a little jealous that you couldn’t do the same, but then again, who cares, you’re getting a blowjob.

Without further ado, she Julia plunges onto your penis, taking half into her mouth and starting to bob up and down straight away. Her technique is amazing, and you’re grateful that she doesn’t draw it out - that’s not what you need right now.

Just looking at the back of her head isn’t quite enough for you, though. You stretch your hand across her back and pull at her skirt. And apparently you’re not the only one aroused by the action - the seat opposite on the other side of the aisle is taken by a young guy, can’t be more than 18 or 19, who’s beating it frantically while he looks at Julia’s butt.

“Why not give him a show?” you think, and keep pulling the skirt all the way up. The teenager now has an unobstructed view of your suckmate’s asshole and pussy lips, and you part her cheeks to play a little with her asshole. Julia responds by increasing the speed at which she goes, just moving up and down as fast as she can, essentially using her mouth as a vagina.

With everything that’s happened, this quickly proves too much for you. You put a hand on her shoulder to signal that you’re ready, but she just keeps going. Mere seconds later, you feel the pressure get too big and just explode in her mouth. There’s a long, long second that almost feels uncomfortable, until the second and third squirts come. Julia slows down, thankfully, and swallows as much as she can while still tightly gripping your shaft with her lips.

There’s a little “plop!” sound as she lets go. She takes a critical look at your dick and goes back the side of it to lick up a few spills that she couldn’t keep inside while you came.

You’re enjoying the attention, when she unexpectedly flings herself up and turns around rapidly. “THE FUCK?!” she screams angrily. You’re confused as all hell - didn’t you cover all of this when she first sat down?

Then you realise. It’s not you she’s mad at, it’s the teenager.

“HE CAME ON MY ASS!” she thunders, extremely upset. You make a mental note that apparently it’s perfectly fine to jerk off at other people in this world, but it’s a huge faux pas to get any cum on them. Which, you guess, is not that weird at all, really.

Two other men have stood up to assuage the commotion as you hurriedly put your dick back into your pants. It’s not quite the ending you had in mind, but at least you didn’t get foreign sperm on your butt.

Meanwhile, Julia appears to be running out of expletives. “JUST… JUST FUCKING GET HIM OUT OF HERE,” she yells, and the boy is thrown off unceremoniously at the next stop.

She turns back to you sheepishly. “I’m, uhm…” she goes, obviously embarrassed. “I’m really sorry about that.”

“No, no,” you retort. “It’s my fault, really, I just wanted to give him a nice view.”

“Fucker sure took advantage. Fucking sick little shit” she quips, slowly easing back into the conversation before deciding to change the subject. “So, uh, where you heading?”

That’s a really good question. Your decision-making so far has consisted of 1) going outside, 2) getting some pussy, and 3) taking the bus to get laid some more. But what’s step 4 going to be?