Just a Nice Wank

It’s turning chilly now....more cool days than hot ones, and I’m in jeans, white panties, a t shirt and jumper, a coat, and I’m on yet another bus ride. I’m not horny...or at least, I didn’t think I was. The journey is slow, dull, uninspiring. There’s no eye candy, either Male,or female, and my mind is definitely in neutral.  Sometimes, it’s as if my brain performs a scan of my body from time to time. I became aware of my boobs, my tummy, my crotch. An image flashed into my head of what my quim must look like, all squished up against my white panties, and the seam of my jeans.  That’s when I felt myself leak. I’m highly sensitive to the feelings between my legs, and I know the moment I start to wet up. This was a little more than that though. It was like, oh, maybe that my quim lips were sealed and there was moisture behind waiting to escape. Whatever...I felt that moment every girl knows when suddenly, you’re aware you’re wet. Why? I don’t know. Try, I haven’t had sex in over a week, and in all honesty, I haven’t masturbated much either, maybe a couple of times. I certainly wasn’t feeling randy, although....that wetness....... My brain connected the dots for me and flashed me images from the past. Anna’s panties, that day I teased her so much she damn near came in her panties before I even got my hand in them......Amy, that first time I encouraged her to pee herself on me. The thoughts came thick and fast, and with them came the arousal, and with that, more wetness.  I was sitting on the back seat, and the bus was almost empty. Maybe, empty enough? I unzipped my jeans, and slipped a hand inside, but there’s not enough room. Damn! I undid the Button......and then I had to ease them down a little way. Now at least I can get my hand in my panties.  Fuck, I’m much wetter than I felt I was! And my clit, my little sex bean is solid and so sensitive. I run a finger up my slit, looking around, although I don’t know why. We are between stops on one of the longest stretches of the journey. I’ve easily got 20 minutes. The old dear three rows ahead of me looks like she’s asleep. Ah well.  I hooch forward so my bum is on the very edge of the seat, and I slip my jeans down further. I can still cover up in a second if I have to, but where’s the fun in that? That simple thought makes me slip my jeans down to my ankles. Fuck, I feel naughty now! My knees part, and I put my right hand back inside my panties. Two fingers find their way inside me, and the erratic swaying of the bus gives them a life of their own as well as the movements I impart to them. I feel myself grip inside. This is one of the big moments during my sex play. My vagina lengthens, widens, and sets up, then, it seems to grip. The feeling is amazing, especially if I have something inside me at the time. I want to expose my boobs, but I have too many layers really.  We drive past a very well known girls school, and my mind flicks to them. I wonder how many of the ‘gals’ are squirrelled away, rubbing a quick one out right now?  My quim grips again, and it forces a gasp from me. The school slips behind us, and I’m almost there. My knees press against the back of the seat in front, and the restriction is all I need.  I cum softly into my panties. Wave after wave of that exquisite agony pulses through me. I can cum silently (what girl can’t when she has to?) I just let it wash over me, through me, and into the crotch of my already damp underwear.  I remove my hand and with it comes the scent of my sex. I know my panties will be wet inside and out, and I know that well before I reach where I’m going, my scent will have crept through my jeans.  I hitch them up and restore myself to something like respectability. It may be my fingers, but I’m sure I can already smell myself from between my legs.  I look at the first two fingers of my right hand. They are glistening with clear girl juice. I pop them in my mouth and run my tongue between them. Mmmmm....I’ve always loved my own taste, and this is bang on mid cycle, when it’s at its sweetest.  As we drone on, my hazy mind drifts through a world,of sexual imagery. I’m on my back, panties pulled to one side,being made love to by someone who desires me so much, and I him, that we can’t even wait until we get to a room. The sex isn’t violent in any way, but it is urgent, so very urgent he has just pulled my panties aside!  Another image, stronger this time. I’m being fucked hard and fast by someone I don’t know. He is hugely endowed and is calling me dirty names.....all of which I am loving. Still more, a girl this time. This girl is a conglomerate of other girls I’ve known. Amy’s body, Anna’s boobs, Emily, a girl I knew at school. In this vision, we are two teenagers at a sleepover, finding ourselves aroused. We are not talking or touching each other. The sexual tension comes from me being both participant and observer. I know I want to touch her. I know she wants to touch me, yet we are both too frightened to make the first move. Our heads move....we almost kiss, but not quite. My hand reaches out under the sheet, then retracts before touching her. Her hand moves, it is heading between my legs. She wants to touch me over my panties, but again she withdraws it before anything happens. We are both getting more and more wet...more and more aroused. Meanwhile, the observer part of me is almost screaming for one of us to actually make that first contact...that First touch.  The last image I have as the afterglow of my orgasm evaporates, is, oddly enough, a scene from Harry Potter where Harry and Hermione appear from the horcrux. Except in my vision, I am Hermione, I have a naked Harry in front of me, and when Ron sees us, naked, together, he strips,off and joins us. Both Harry and Ron enter me simultaneously, Harry in my quim, Ron up my arse. In the silver smoke of the horcrux, both fuck me in perfect time with each other.  I love the afterglow of orgasms. My mind often fragments like this, and it gives me food for thought for the next time that my little sex bean just won’t wait any longer.