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Some Pleasant Thinking

I was riding a bus just today, along a windy, hilly, and quite bumpy country road, on the way home from school. The bus had emptied considerably since the beginning of the journey, and most of the seats around me were empty, though there people two seats ahead and at least two seats behind, though scattered. I was just a little ahead of the middle, on the left side, against the window.

You know how, on school busses, you often find yourself slouched down in the seat, with your knees up on the back of the one in front of you? Well that's how I was, with my hands between my thighs just for a place to put them, pack on the seat to my right. My diskman's batteries had run out on me, and I was bored. I started thinking about the last day my boyfriend and I were together as I looked out the window, watching the woods and occasional house pass by. The other people on the bus were happily carrying on conversations.

We went over a hill, and *WHUMP*, hit one hell of a pot hole. Everyone was jarred in their seats, including me, and as I was re-adjusting myself, knees still up, the seam on the crotch of my jeans rubbed very pleasantly against a very pleasurable little clit. I could feel my boredom instantly evaporate, and found myself thinking more in detail of I and my love's last encounter. We had been outside, far in the woods from anyone, and after teasing me all day long he fingered me to two orgasms. Outside makes us horny.

As for looks, I'm about 5 ft. 4 inches, 140lbs, healthy and rather curvy, cup size about a handfull and a half. Long chestnut hair, fair skin.

I looked around the bus to see where everyone was, and unless someone turned around, no one could see me hunched down in the seat. I got adventurous.

I grabbed the small handbag I had with me and put it in my lap, and with one more look around, put my hand between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my jeans. After about five minutes of staring out the window and inconspicuously rubbing myself, I was quite wet and very horny. After a moment of thinking, I slipped my hand under the waist of my jeans and teased myself a bit more. Bolder now, I undid the button on my jeans and slightly lowered the zipper. I dipped my fingers into the wetness between my softly haired pussy lips. I hadn't shaved in a few days, and the hair was just coming in smooth. I smiled to myself in pleasure I'm sure, and brought my fingers to my clit.

Working it slowly I could feel a very excited tingle strengthening between my legs and in my stomach, I'd never done anything like this before and it was arousing me more than just a little. I could think of nothing but my lover, and his hands and his tongue, and the people around me, knowing they had no idea what I was doing. The tingle grew and spread to my thighs, and my finger worked faster, feeling now the considerable slick feeling of my wet pussy lips, I dipped it once again into my pussy and brought the juices back to my clit, rubbing it quickly but only with the slightest motions. Suddenly I felt the tingle spread further, a warmth spreading with it, and knew my orgasm was near.

I pressed harder and rougher, and it came hard. I stiffened and closed my eyes, sighing softly as my pussy clenched around the two fingers I had shoved into it, thrusting even faster and faster as I fucked myself over the edge. It was blissful.

As I came back to earth I realized my stop was in about four minutes and composed myself, doing up my pants, and bending over to pretend to get something, I licked off my soaked fingers. And as I got off the bus, my pussy still swollen and wet, I could hardly wait until next time.


Posted on: 2005-04-09 00:00:00 | Author: