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I had to drop my car off at the mechanic, which meant I could either take an Uber home for $37 (fuck surge prices in rush hour) or take the bus for $2. Well, your girl is on a budget so, bus it is. It was cold. I stood outside waiting for 17 fucking MINUTES. The whole time, I kept saying, “Just take an Uber, girl.” But … I had nowhere to be.
When the bus finally showed up, I exhaled with relief and made my way to the back, pushing through the crowd of high school kids, fast food employees, and the occasional middle aged guy in a suit.
I found a seat to myself. The man next to me was incredibly hot. And he was also asleep. I eyed him up and down and wondered what he looked like naked.
His forearms were muscular. He had abs for sure. Unlike my boyfriend, who was a stocky guy with a nice thick cock. I think all kinds of guys are attractive, but there’s always a part of me that’s drawn to shredded guys. It is what it is.
I kept thinking about the man next to me. He was OUT. His mouth was open. Even asleep, he was cute as fuck. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to ride him. I wanted to slip my number into his pocket and say, “My boyfriend and I wanna have a threesome with you.”
My mind kept racing. I bet he was in really good cardiovascular shape. The sort of shredded guy who could fuck for HOURS and never cum. Eh, that actually sounded kind of exhausting. But one time my bf and I had a threesome with a guy who lasted a really long time and it was honestly loads of fun. We were able to try every position.
Ugh. Thinking about all of this shit on the bus was making me MEGA horny. There were so many people on the bus around us. And my winter coat was really long. I already had my arms wrapped around myself to warm up. I wondered …
Could I discreetly pull my right arm up the sleeve and under the jacket and down my pants? I’d never masturbated in public.
*Too risky, I said to myself.*
But then again … I looked around. One guy had headphones in, watching a movie on his phone. The people in front of me were listening to music. The guy behind me was reading a book. Everyone was looking down. Except the guy next to me who was sleeping like a baby.
*Try it, I said to myself. It could be hot.*
I shimmied my arm up the sleeve of my coat. No one noticed. My eyes darted around. If I got caught, there were at least 40 people on the bus who would see me rubbing my clit.
I slid my fingers under my pants and through my bush. I exhaled.
*Dirty girl, I said to myself. You’re gonna DO IT.*
I smiled as I rubbed my clit slowly.
I almost moaned, but discreetly masked it with a clear of my throat.
AHEM.
At least that would make people look AWAY from me, especially in the aftermath of Covid. I threw in a soft cough, too, just for fun.
I rubbed my clit and pictured the Sleeping Man next to me.
*His abs. His cock. I was on my knees. He pulled his pants down, exposing himself.*
*”Can you deep throat me?” He asked.*
*I nodded. The Sleeping Man didn’t know me, but I had a gift for deep throating big cocks. I wasn’t one of those girls without a gag reflex. I gagged a LOT. But I was a huge slut and I loved gagging. I loved feeling saliva gush out of my mouth and onto my tits. I had pierced nipples, a flat stomach, and a really sexy bush. Neatly groomed around my lips. When I gagged on cocks, saliva would run down my stomach and into my bush.*
I was rubbing a little faster, glancing around. Nobody noticed. I put a finger inside of myself and closed my eyes. I wanted to moan. I wanted to moan so bad. Small circles. My fingers moved in small circles over my clit. I was getting wet. REALLY wet.
Sleeping Man didn’t know this about me, but I was a squirter. I squirted with EASE. My theory: when women say they’re squirting, they’re really just peeing while they also have an orgasm. And if you’re super hydrated, like I am, it’s basically a warm liquid that gushes out. And I loved it.
I loved to drink my own squirt. If I was masturbating at home, I’d squirt into the palm of my hand and lap it up like a cat. And if my boyfriend was watching, I’d squirt into a coffee mug or a champagne flute and drink it in front of him.
Drove. Him. Wild.
I’m sure Sleeping Man would love that, too.
*I took his fat, long cock down my throat. My mascara ran all over my face. He pressed the back of my head down. His cock was entirely gone. I pulled out slowly, watching strings of saliva dangle from his cock to my chin. Sleeping Man flipped me over and drove his cock into my cunt.*
*”Deeper,” I begged.*
*He pumped, fingering my asshole from behind while he fucked my cunt. Sleeping Man looked like he definitely wanted to cum on my face. And I wanted it, too. A lot of women don’t like facials. They think they’re dehumanizing or humiliating. Not me. I think it’s sexy to be showered in thick ropes of cum while a hot man jerks himself onto me. Use me. Soak me. Cover me. I NEED it.*
I rubbed. Faster. Nobody was watching. Everyone was on their phones. I was cumming. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. It was a soft moan. I tried as hard as possible to NOT squirt on the bus, but I couldn’t help it. I squirted all over my black leggings.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I could feel the liquid rush out of me. I couldn’t tell how hard I squirted. Was it just a little puddle that wouldn’t be visible thanks to my black leggings? Or was it a ton of squirt that would drip onto the floor? If it was, everyone would think I just pissed myself.
Fuck. Fuck fuck. I’d have to get off the bus and wait for the next bus to come.
“Excuse me,” Sleeping Man said as the bus came to a stop.
My eyes grew wide.
“This is me,” he said as he stood up.
MY EYES. WERE. SO. WIDE.
“Uh,” I whispered. “Uh … o-okay. I –”
I stood up, wondering if there was a huge squirt puddle on the plastic seat or not. I exhaled. Hopefully my jacket soaked up the rest of it.
He leaned in and whispered, “By the way, That was really hot.”
HE KNEW?!
I stood. He slid out of the seat and exited the bus.
*GO AFTER HIM, SLUT! I shouted to myself.*
I jumped up and ran out after him.
“Hey!” I shouted. “Hey wait!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10untv9/masturbating_on_the_bus_f_mast_squirt