I suppose that it was my fault really. I had saved up for my own first holiday away and chose to go to Majorca. On the flight I decided that I was going to get as much sex as possible and generally have a good time. I remember wearing a sheer almost transparent skirt with a white thong underneath. I knew some of the other passengers were eyeing me up, and it turned me on. I also remember rubbing myself off in the lavatory on the plane. Not exactly the mile high club, but close enough.
On the bus from the airport to the hotel, I found myself sitting nect to a guy who was talking to someone I assumed was his girlfriend in the seat behind. Spanish buses tend to get really packed andhe had half turned to talk to her. As he did so, I felt the back of his hand brush against my leg. Thats when I had the idea. I half turned to the window so now his hand was resting almost between my thighs and the back of his hand was brushing my panties. It took no time for me to press back against his hand and to my delight he did'nt move it. Far from it; I felt him pressing back against me. Then I felt him work his fingers under my panties and he pressed a long finger deep inside me. I was loving it of course, and when his thumb brushed my clit I orgasmed on his fingers very hard. We got off the bus about five minutes later and by the look on his face, his girlfriend had a real good night to come.
As for me, I went to the beach and stripped off. You can guess what happened.