Stay Quiet (Kinkmas – Day 7) [public sex] [fingering] [creampie] [exhibitionist]

On the seventh day of Christmas, Kris Kringle gave to me… a daring young couple in desperate need of a creampie.

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Bundled up in several layers against the cold, Miguel and Olivia hurried onto the bus and seated themselves near the back The bus was almost completely full, and there was hardly space for their luggage, so the young blonde ended up sitting in her boyfriend’s lap, with their overbearing suitcase taking up the aisle seat.

They were just a couple of broke students at the local medical college, trying to get to Miguel’s family’s house for Christmas. The cheap bus tickets that would stop by their hometown were all too tempting, and they hadn’t even blinked at the nine hour journey.

“I’m freezing!” Olivia hissed, ruffling her short golden locks as she took off her beanie and tucked her face into Miguel’s neck.

He jumped slightly at the cold touch of her rosy button nose, smiling. “Then why did you wear a skirt?” he asked with a playful eye roll.

Olivia tugged at the fabric adorning her legs with one hand. “They’re thermal tights,” she replied. “They’re supposed to be warmer than jeans.”

“Are they?”

“*No*, not really,” she giggled.

“Then you’ll have to cuddle in closer,” Miguel said softly, one hand reaching up to brush gently against her face.“I can’t get any closer. These seats are fucking tiny, it’s stupid.”

“I know,” Miguel purred with a light smirk, the other hand reaching behind her to slither under her jacket and rest on her bare waist.

She raised her head from the crook of his neck to eye him suspiciously as the bus finally started moving. The sun had set as early as it did every other evening in these cold winter months, leaving them with only the dim overhead lights. “What are you doing?” Olivia whispered.

“Just lean against me,” he whispered back, his soft brown eyes alight with lust. “Act natural.”

She didn’t have time to respond before the hand on her face left to reach underneath her skirt. “*Miguel*!” she hissed, startled.

“What?”

“We can’t do that here!”

“Why not?” He quirked an eyebrow at her, his fingers dipping underneath her thick tights to make their way straight down to her clit.

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment it was hard to stay sane with the way his tan fingers so easily slid between her soft folds to find her sensitive little button. “You… you *can’t* be serious,” she growled under her breath. “There’s people *everywhere*.”

Miguel didn’t seem fazed. “No one can see,” he said lazily, grinning at her. His fingers started to make small circles around the tiny bud, and Olivia bit her lip, trying to stop herself from grinding against his hand. She glanced around the bus, skeptical, but he was right – no one seemed to be paying attention. They were all reading books or sleeping or on their phones and tablets, unaware that she was getting wetter by the second. Miguel used the wetness to rub her clit in smooth circles, agonizingly slow.

“*Fuck*,” she breathed, and spread her legs just a little more, allowing him better access.

Miguel took his opportunity to slide his fingers down her pussy lips until he could sink them into her tight hole, moving slowly, teasingly. Olivia buried her face against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he finger-fucked her in public. “Dirty girl,” he whispered in her ear. She could only nod as he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit, heightening the sensation and drawing a low moan from her lips against her will. His bulge was pressing against her pussy through his jeans, directly under where she was currently leaving a wet spot from her intense arousal. “Beg for it,” he ordered, his voice just a hush above the noise of the bus.

Olivia didn’t hesitate. “Please,” she murmured. “Please, baby, I need you inside me. I want you so fucking bad.”

“Good girl.” The words swam through her head as his hand left her pussy to reach underneath her and drag her tights down just enough so that her entrance was free.

Someone coughed a few seats away, and they froze for a few seconds, double-checking that nobody had noticed them. They held their breath, anxious – then settled into satisfaction that they had remained inconspicuous, and Miguel slowly dragged down the zipper of his jeans and pulled his hard cock free. Olivia held back a moan – she had always been intimidated by his size, and she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to keep quiet with his cock stretching her to the very brim. She smoothed down her skirt, making sure that from the outside, it looked like she was just sitting on his lap. Only they knew the secret of his throbbing cock squeezed between her thighs. For a while, the two of them indulged in that alone. Olivia’s thighs were wet with her juices, and Miguel’s cock slid perfectly between the slightly-chubby meat of her legs. Once in a while, his shaft brushed up against her pussy lips, teasing her clit as it slid back and forth by a millimeter. She could tell he was fighting to bite back a groan of pleasure, and she pressed her thighs tighter together, her heart racing as he nuzzled against her to stay quiet.

The bus went over a bump, and Miguel moved fast, scooping her lightly under her ass to lift her before sitting her back down on his dick, and she inhaled sharply at the sudden penetration. She was so wet that he had slid into her with ease, and was sitting snug within the walls of her cunt. They kissed for a moment, just while the bus was over smooth road, their faces flushed and red in the near-darkness. When they finally hit rougher terrain again, he began thrusting with each bump. They stayed as silent as possible, digging their fingers into each other to compensate while he fucked her. The other passengers were oblivious, and the tension of knowing that any one of them could turn and catch them was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. The thought turned them on more than either of them wanted to admit, and they almost wished they’d be seen.

“You *like* that, don’t you?” Miguel growled, his Spanish accent thicker now that he was so hot and bothered. “You *like* being fucked where anyone could see.”

“Yes,” Olivia whispered, barely breathing. His hand had reached under her skirt again, playing loosely with her throbbing clit. She was soaking wet, making it easier than ever for his fingers to massage her, and her orgasm was building fast.

“I bet you’d love to be on display,” he continued, his shallow thrusts causing his cock to press right up against her g-spot. “You’d love to spread your legs wide for all these strangers. *Shit*… you’d love to let them see your little pussy get pounded.” She whimpered desperately, barely able to conceal her voice. She was right on the edge. “Cum on my cock,” he demanded, his breath hot on her ear.

Almost on command, her pussy clenched tight around him. She fought to control the spasms as waves of pleasure overcame her, her head spinning as she bit into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming. In the same moment, his cock twitched and jerked, then shot a thick spurt of cum deep into her cunt before spilling more from the tip. He groaned low in her ear, his fingers digging into her thigh hard enough to leave bruises. She collapsed against him as the buzzing ecstasy faded.

Fuck, had they been quiet enough?

As if they had the same thought at the same time, they both glanced around quickly, though it was through dazed eyes. Luckily, the passengers were all still asleep or busy. No one had any idea, and the thrill of it was damn-near addicting. They never did it again, although the memory served Olivia well for years, and she would never forget trying to keep her composure later at Christmas dinner with him smirking or winking at her from across the table, squirming as his cum trickled from her pussy.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zr6ben/stay_quiet_kinkmas_day_7_public_sex_fingering