Taking matters into her own hands ...

Gina’s eyes scanned the riders while looking for a vacant seat; her face reddening slightly as the men’s eyes stripped what little clothing she had from her. Oddly enough, this feeling excited her, making her already pointed nipples achingly harder. Inexplicably, she found herself seated at the back of the bus yet again. She settled into her seat as the bus lurched forward. Gina fidgeted about trying to get into a comfortable position for the bus ride home.

She closed her eyes as the lights lowered, and began reminiscing, replaying the days events in her mind. The result was an increased level of horniness that Gina just could not control. She snapped her eyes open and peered over top of the backrest in front of her. The nearest rider was three rows ahead, and there was no one across from her. Guaranteeing her solitude, she raised her butt off the seat just far enough to raise the back of her skirt before sitting back down, her naked ass pressed against the coarse fabric of the seat. Cautiously scanning the bus to make sure she wouldn’t be seen, Gina slipped her right hand into her blouse and immediately began tending to the aching tit that had been bothering her. She let out a whispered sigh as her fingers gripped the orb, her taut nipple cutting into her palm.

It felt so good! She had gone all day with this torment, unable to relieve the building pressure. Her naked breasts constantly stimulated throughout the day, made this moment that much more intense. She was quite thankful at this moment, not to have to fumble with a cumbersome bra. Her fingers moved from the pliable flesh towards the tip, where they captured the engorged nubbin and pinched slightly, gently rolling it and twisting it. This is what she needed, waiting for it all day long, a little attention to relieve the pressure. It felt so good!

Her already moist interior was now growing increasingly wetter. Gina’s manipulations had ignited the flames within her body, and the rising waters were pressing against her dam. One last time, Gina looked around to ensure she was alone and safe. She reached down with her left hand and placed it between her knees, slowly drawing it upward, raising the skirt as she did so. Within a few moments, her middle finger was tracing a line along her moistened slit. She closed her eyes and focused the wandering digit on the hardened pea at the top. She drew tight circles over her clit, rolling it beneath her fingertip, drawing in her breath and holding it as she did so. Her body was alive! It felt so good! This is what she needed, what she’d been achingly waiting for all day long! Tiny electrical pulses coursed through her veins causing her to twitch in micro-sized tremors. Gina could feel her heart thumping, increasing at a rapid pace, drowning out all the ambient noise as she pushed herself to the brink of ecstasy.

There was no turning back. Gina easily slid her finger downward, parting the folds of her swollen lips as she plunged her finger into the wet cavern. She bit her lip, unable to keep the satisfied moan from escaping. She slid the finger back and forth a few times before drawing the slick unit out in order to refocus her energies once again on her aching clit.

This time her efforts were more intentional, vigorously rubbing and rolling the round ball beneath her finger. Her muscles contracted and thrummed with each jolt of electricity. She desperately needed the immediate release … and it came!

Gina bucked as her body spasmed, her right hand gripping tightly to her left tit, which had now been popped out, free from behind her blouse. Her diddling finger had been jammed deep into her clenching cavern, where she could feel her muscles squeezing the shaft.

Ahhh! It felt so good! Gina was not ready for it to end. That was just the prelude, she convinced herself. Her mind was painting erotic images for Gina to lose herself into. Each one seemed to involve her with one or more of her customers throughout the day. By now, Gina had switched hands and was mauling her right breast with her left hand, teasing the nipple with her pussy juice-coated finger. Her left hand was wedged between her splayed legs, two long fingers now easily pumping in and out as the heel of her palm pressed hard against her clit.

Gina’s hips rocked forward, meeting each thrust of her fingers, ensuring they went as deep as possible. She had the relief of the first climax, but now her pussy was in need of some serious fucking. Her fingers quickly found a rhythm and pace that would bring Gina to the edge and beyond in no time. As she neared the glorious peak, she tortured her nipple, creating the electrical sparks needed to ignite the afterburners. The tremors erupted, quakes quickly morphed into a rolling thunder of non-stop convulsions, and shortly thereafter, Gina exploded, her body jerking wildly as she thrashed. Her mouth hung open, unable to breathe; afraid she might make a sound. Gina rode out the wave of euphoria until it ebbed back out to sea.

Her heart was still thundering deafeningly in her ears; her breathing was ragged and erratic. The haze of blackness slowly evaporated as Gina’s body simmered down. Eventually, her world came into focus and Gina drew in another long satisfied breath of much needed air to clear her senses.

However, that breath got caught in her throat when her eyes spotted the young man sitting in the seat across from her. She didn’t notice his ruggedly good-looking features. Nor did she notice the leather jacket with the gang-member emblems emblazoned on it. She didn’t bother to surmise his age to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty. The only thing Gina could see was his fist wrapped around a fine specimen of male virility. His massive hands were slowly stroking the long pole, giving a clear view of how thick and long his cock was!