Try and move down the bus

"It really is my stop," Emma insisted and then surprised herself with her own strength by pulling herself free from the man's lap.

Phew, she thought to herself. I have to get off this bus!

Emma was no more than three steps back down the bus' aisle and towards the exit when The Other took control again. Emma lurched forward, thrown forward as if the bus had stopped suddenly.

She found herself back in control of her own body. Emma had stopped herself hitting the floor of the bus by catching hold of a seat in front of her, her hands were now on the arm rest and she was bent forward. "Sorry!" Emma apologised to the young man who just happened to be sitting there.

"It is... uh... um... alright," replied the man, a blush growing on his cheeks. It was then that Emma her blouse was gaping wide open, for some crazy reason she had not put on a bra and that the young guy could she her breasts. Why hadn't she put on a bra? Emma had no idea. She couldn't even remember that part of getting dressed.

Again, The Other took control; "Do you like what you see?" Emma found herself teasing the young man playfully. "I like what I see..." and could only watch as she placed her fingers over his crotch.

"And what about you?" Emma asked, looking over her shoulder and back to her fan-club at the back of the bus. It was with utter shame that Emma felt The Other move her free hand so that she pulled up her skirt and waggled her black knicker covered arse at the men behind her. "If you get really close you'll be able to watch me suck this lucky boy's cock. Come on... push up tight."