I hardly ever wear jeans or pants since I much prefer the buzz of a nice dress or a short skirt....especially if I'm going commando! This is something that has been increasingly part of my life. I love the ability to flash if I want to, but also, the looks on people's faces if I walk past them and they do a double take...."Was that....pussy I just smelled?" Although I would dearly love to be more extrovert I would simply die if I got groped on a bus or train or in public.....I think!
So, I'm sitting on a bus and running through my mind was a porn video I saw. It had a girl who was being starred at by a much older guy who was masturbating. In the video, he had his cock fully visible and they ended up fucking, but that's not real world. I did, however, notice a guy looking at me more than just a passing glance. He certainly seemed to be gazing back at me. I pretended to be engrossed on something on my phone, but kept a watch on him. My knees (which, I must say, are very sexy) seemed to interest him a lot.
On that particular day, I was wearing underwear, although I had treated myself to a nice white thong rather than the cotton plain Jane's I usually wear. (I like getting my underwear wet, and thongs don't quite do it in the same way for me.) So, he's looking....I know he's looking....he doesn't know I know. Then he put his coat across his lap and his right Hand disappeared under it. Was he? No! Surely not! But then again..... Whatever he was really doing, my filthy little brain convinced me that, at the very least he was doing himself through his trousers. I fidgeted around and let my knees part. From where he was sitting, I knew he got a flash of my crotch. I saw movement under his coat. I moved around some more giving him a longer flash and then settled back, with my knees wide enough apart for him to get a real eyeful.
That hand kept moving, faster and faster. His eyes never left my crotch which, by now needed someone attention itself! Then I saw him just twitch a little and I had no doubt he had just cum. Fuck! It was one of the most erotic yet frustrating moments of my life so far. I was wearing a jacket, not a full length coat, and to take it off, lay it across my knees and go for it wasn't an option. Finally, our eyes met and he smiled before looking away.
My stop came and I squelched myself off the bus and walked home. By the time I got to my room I couldn't even wait to undress. I just jammed my hand between my legs and came into my underwear! I have GOT to get me a boyfriend,,,,or maybe a girlfriend? I'm ready for a sex life with someone else. Masturbation is great, and I've become very good at it, but I really want to allow myself the luxury of cumming to someone else's touch.
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