My [F]irst Time Fingering Myself On A Public Bus.

I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist, I suppose. Even when I was old enough to know better, I changed in front of the window with my curtains open, throbbing between my legs as I imagined passers by staring at my body. Needless to say, I also have a pretty high sex drive – I’ve spent a lot of time masturbating over the years.

At one point, I suppose, I must have stumbled across some porn of women masturbating in public places. Fumbling, furtively slipping fingers into greedy eager holes and rubbing desperately at their clits, eyes wide open as they tried to look innocent until, finally, finally, they spasmed in climax as I did too, synchronising my orgasms with theirs from the comfort of my bed. I became obsessed, but working up the nerve to actually publicly masturbate safely and without being caught was an entirely different matter, and it took me around a year to finally do it.

I’d been shopping in town with a friend, and had just bought my first dildo after years of wanting one. The thought of getting home and fucking myself with it for the first time, of feeling my walls clench and squeeze around the makeshift cock, had made me unbearably wet and turned on, and as I climbed the stairs to the top of the double decker bus, I could feel my underwear sliding against the lips of my pussy.

I chose a seat near the back, with a few empty seats between myself and the next passenger, and for a while I simply sat. I was aware of the vibrations of the bus surging through my body, and with every shift I felt my hardened nipples against my lacey bra, my slick lips against the cotton of my panties, under my skirt.

Eventually, it became too much to bear, and I placed my bag over my lap and decided that the urge to touch myself was one I could no longer aware. The skirt I was wearing was loose and flowing, and I was thankful of the way it still covered my thighs as I slipped a hand underneath it, feeling the soft down of my legs. Slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone who happened to look my way, I slid my hand up to the heat between my thighs, and when I felt the drenched fabric I am certain that my mouth fell open.

At first, I only slid my fingers up and down, over my panties, teasing myself. But as I grew wetter and wetter, I couldn’t hold back, and I pushed my panties to the side and began to rub my clit in earnest. Every stroke felt electrified, the slick hot mess between my legs against my fingers the most arousing feeling I had ever encountered. It was hard to remember ever having been so turned on before, and I’m not sure that I ever had been.

Almost against my will, my other hand began to flick and tease and pull at a nipple, through the thin fabric of my bra and top. I struggled to keep my face composed and my movements minimal, wary of my fellow passengers, but none turned to look at me.

I fixed my eyes on an older man a few seats in front, and imagined how it would feel to fuck him, right there on the bus, in full view as we drove through the town. It would be so easy. Just walk over to him and sit on his lap. Unbutton his trousers and sink down on his cock. Would it be big? It would, I decided.

Going along with my fantasies, I began to play with my entrance, inching a finger in up to my knuckle and then pulling it out again, teasing. Longing to be filled. To feel his hard, throbbing cock in my most intimate parts, a total stranger. His ridges and veins rubbing and dragging inside of me, stimulating every minuscule part of my walls, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of me as I dripped my juices onto his neatly pressed trousers.

My breath grew heavier as I shoved another finger in beside the first, no longer having the patience to tease. I fucked myself with my fingers, pounding them in and out and pretending it was a stranger’s cock, my palm connecting with my clit each time my fingers filled me, curling to rub at my swollen g-spot and driving me closer to the edge. The wet smacking noises of my pussy grew louder by the second, but the few passengers either had earphones in, or were far enough from me that my noises would be drowned by the drone of the engine, I hoped.

Pinching my nipple once more, harder this time, I allowed myself to fall. My orgasm ripped through me, spreading from the hot walls spasming and clenching erratically around my fingers, the warm glow making its way through my body as I ground out the aftershocks on my soaked palm, still pressing my clit against it. As I slowly came down, I once again became aware of my surroundings, and realised I had missed my stop, and, wiping my fingers on my skirt, I grabbed my bag and ran shakily down the stairs to depart in a post orgasmic haze. I spent most of that night using my new dildo to recreate the memory, playing it over and over again in my mind, and dreaming up new scenarios.

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