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Erotic Story - The Bus

eroticaudio1
Jan 9, 2015
2 min read

Her thigh quivers as you stroke it. Under the cover of her jacket, none of the other people on the bus can see your fingers against her bare flesh. Only she knows you’re touching her there, your hand riding higher and higher on her leg.

She looks at you, her eyes pleading for more. You know she can’t make a sound, not when the two of you are surrounded by so many other people. You’re not sure if she’s capable of it.

She bites her lip anxiously, and it stirs something deep within you. Yes, you decide. You’re going to finger her right here, right now. In the middle of the day, in the middle of a public bus.

Your hand rises higher, your fingers finally finding her dripping wet pussy. Her lips part and you know she wants to moan, but she won’t allow herself to. Who knew she had such self-control?

Your wandering hand is safely hidden by her jacket. No one is even looking at you. You stroke her clit slowly, pinching gently at the trimmed pubic hair, her hips bucking slightly with your every movement. A slight blush rises in her cheeks.

She’s breathing more heavily. You angle your arm so you can put one finger inside her. Her jacket falls awkwardly against her lap, nearly exposing her, but she doesn’t seem to care. A guy across the aisle is looking at you now. A girl behind you pokes her friend and whispers.

You don’t know or care if they can tell how fast your hand is moving. She’s close now, so close, and her self-control is about to give out. You push 2 fingers deep into her cunt and feel the hot contractions and juices over your fingers. It’s all over for her now.

She cries out. She screams out your name. Your cock is so hard, it’s time to leave the bus.