You do, but he leaves you in a predicament

Moaning, you push your pelvis towards the finger he slowly draws down the hairless front of your crotch, the thick callussed finger driving the zipper relentlessly downward.

You struggle to release your arms, but they stay firmly locked behind you, trapped between the metal pole of the bus and what feels like a fat man leaning against them.

"Come on, you wanna party with us, don't you?"

Feeling the shameful lust you bite your lip, wanting to say yes, wanting to say no. Torn between the acceptance of society and the depraved needs you can never seem to ignore.

Tugging the shorts down gives the boy enough room to squirm his finger between your legs, and your legs go weak at the feel of his rough finger rasping across your delicate, soaking wet snatch.

"Ohhh...." you groan.

"Say yes," he whispers, and licks your earlobe, making you hiss. Teasingly, he pulls his finger away from your slit, tugging harder on your shorts until they are halfway down your butt. Grinning he rubs a couple of fingers along your slit again, then pushes them firmly against your pussy, sinking them farther and...

"What the hell?" he exclaims, and to your frustration he stops.

"More. Yes. More," you gasp, and he looks from your flushed face to your crotch. His fingers wiggle within you, driving you mad, and then they pull out.

"Oh you are such a dirty little whore," he says with a wide grin.

"You wanna fuck me like a dirty little whore?" you ask, breathing heavily. Even with the dildoing you'd given yourself that morning you still felt a driving need deep inside. A need to be impaled by some dick other than the one belonging to Jacob. Instead, the boy yanks down on your shorts until they fall to your feet. "What...?"

"Lift your feet," he says, and bewildered you oblige, thinking that now there is one less thing between you and a big cock, and even less hiding your naked body from the world.

"Enjoy your doctor's appointment," he says with a wink, pulls on the bus cord for a stop, and stuffs the shorts into a pocket.

"Wh-what? You aren't... wait, but..."

"Don't worry, sweet cheeks, we got your number and address last night. We'll meet again. I don't want to spoil your little doctor fantasy, that's all," he says with a wink, stepping off the bus with his friend, leaving you staring at him.

You try to pull away, but the man behind you doesn't seem to notice, and your hands remain trapped between him and the pole. All you manage to do is kick your forgotten purse to the side.

As the doors close you stare at him, and he grins back, seeing a nearly naked girl in high-heel sandals. His friend takes a last picture of the pretty girl, her nipples nearly exposed in the long swath of flesh revealed by the v-shaped opening of her hoody. The long fabric of her - your - top doesn't quite reach the juncture of her legs, and even if the hoody weren't open right to the bottom of the zipper her pussy mound would be a glistening beacon to those in front, lines of wetness trailing from it down her thighs, while those sweet, tight asscheeks would show their undersides to those behind her.

Unnoticed by you, without the tight shorts to hold it in place your big black dildo begins to slowly succumb to gravity as it begins to move from where you'd forgotten it inside your slippery pussy.