Bus 2
Here I am, sitting on the bus again. Today, it's completely empty—not a soul in sight. I guess this time of day really is pretty deserted. A strange satisfaction swells in my chest, laced with anticipation every time I think about what's coming next, and just a hint of tension that has my heart racing.
At school, no matter how hard I try, I can't find a truly empty spot. So, the bus it is again. Last time felt so good. The scenery around campus still flows past the window...
...I can't hold back. My hand drifts to my crotch. We're still near school... but no one can see from outside, right? This much should be fine. It's not like I'm masturbating or touching bare skin—I'm just resting my hand on top of my clothes. Yeah, it'll be okay.
I keep making excuses in my head, but every time the reality hits that my hand is right there on my crotch, a thrilling shiver runs through me. I savor the sensation of my hand against it for a good while, until unfamiliar roads appear outside. Then I slide my hand to my waistband.
I slip it under my skirt, tug my panties down, and carefully pull them off without letting them touch my shoes. I ball them up and stuff them into the pocket on the side of my skirt. Next, I slowly roll up my skirt. It's so flimsy and loose that it's easy. With no one else on the bus, I don't have to worry about my movements.
In seconds, I've got my lower half completely bare, skirt rolled up tight and tucked into my waistband like some kind of pervert. From the side, my white ass would be fully on display. The grimy seats that grossed me out last time? They don't faze me now. Even with the dust caked on hard, the feel of bare ass on the seat isn't half bad.
"Hahat."
A little laugh slips out. Looking down at myself—bare below on a bus, like a total pervert—feels so damn good. Hah, starting off like this already. No real pervert would go this far. What if I'd come out with nothing on from the start? No way—that would've been too obvious. Way too risky.
I shake off the dangerous thoughts crowding my mind. Even if no one would notice, I don't have the guts for that yet. Riding the bus with my pussy fully exposed? Not quite. This is risky enough already. If anyone saw, it'd ruin my school life for good.
Still, I can't stop my hand from drifting to my pussy. How can this thrill make it feel even better?Chalpak. A faint wet friction sound echoes softly around me. I flinch and look up, but in the mirror, the bus driver just grips the wheel with his expressionless, sharp-eyed stare. Phew, safe. He didn't hear.
I rub around my outer lips again. Electric. Where next? My clit feels good, the wings too... I stroke my pussy gently, hunting for the sweet spots, when the bus starts slowing to a stop.
Buses stop and go all the time, so I try to ignore it, but then I spot the bus stop right ahead. Unlike last time, it's packed—people everywhere.
...They're not all trying to get on this bus, are they? It wasn't like this before. Why the hell are there so many today?
I grab hold of my panic, shake out my skirt. No time for panties. Too much movement—might draw eyes. Before I can even fish them from my pocket, people swarm on like a zombie horde, claiming seats one by one. Standees sprout up everywhere. It's not packed to the brim, though—scattered empty seats, some folks preferring to stand. Half-full, kinda awkward.
Luckily, no one sits next to me. But across the aisle, two guys plop down and start yapping loudly. At least they're not looking my way. Thank god.
Too many people... Other college kids, probably. The new riders, including the guy near me, all look about my age. And it's still daytime—no commuters.
Still no panties... My pussy, freshly rubbed, won't stop nagging at me. The space between my legs feels so empty, so cool. Realizing I'm panty-less amid all these people hits me with a surge of anxiety.
I’ve done way worse alone, but this—with actual people—isn’t even comparable. Scarier. More humiliating. Way more stimulating. Hueut. Thick tension chokes me, flooding my head.
Juice... it's coming... The seat under my bare ass feels like it's getting slicker. Feels so much better than alone. But I can't soak the seat...
I carefully draw up my knees. My pussy pulls away from the dusty seat naturally. If there weren't a seat in front, it'd all be visible. Can't hold back even with someone right next to me.
Can't wet the seat. Had to. This is the best I can do. I swallow excuses even I don't buy. Endless tension heats my face. Feels insanely good. A guy a meter away, and my pussy's airing out. My skirt's just rolled once and dropped—bare ass still kisses the seat. Side view might give it away. Feels like everyone's staring. Getting better by the second.
I crave more thrill. It's good now, but... a little more, and it'll be even better...
My hazy mind obeys. I gingerly grip my skirt waistband on the empty side. No one's looking yet. I tug the fabric with bent fingers. Just a little. Ah. That tiny pull sends the skirt precarious on my knees sliding down. It creeps toward my crotch, past mid-thigh, and stops.
Didn't mean to pull that much... But it's not bad. From a standee's angle, someone could peek right in. Is anyone watching? Heart pounding so hard I can't lift my head toward them.
Maybe. Could be showing. Someone might've noticed no panties on the bus. They'd think it's weird—why sit so risky without them?
...Because I'm a pervert. I love showing my pussy outside.
Love juices from my pussy trickle down, soaking my ass, smearing the seat. Every bus jolt sticks and peels wet skin from the chair. I want to shove my hand in and stroke right now. But no way in this crowd. Instead... I wish someone would look.
Show my bare pussy to anyone. I sneak glances at the guys nearby. They're deep in their chat, ignoring me. Voices nonstop—what are they even talking about?
Fine... Just a bit more. A tiny bit. I lean my head against the window, close my eyes. Let my arm flop loosely at my side. And... pull my legs up higher.
Naturally, the loose skirt slides down my thighs. I'm asleep. Didn't notice my skirt slipping while sleeping. It stops right at my crotch—barely a finger's width from my pussy.
This close... Anyone standing could see. No, impossible not to. Skirt hiked, legs up—draws eyes for sure. One look, and my whole pussy shows. The soaked hole that'd drench the seat.
The chatter across from me fades unnaturally. No words, but I feel their thick male gazes prickling. Tingling over my full legs, inner thighs. I'm really showing it. On the bus like this—if they stand... A little higher view, and pussy city.
Heart thuds loud enough to hear. Hot breaths leak from my parted lips. Juices gush from below. Feels insanely good. Pounding heart, thrilling tension, face-burning shame—like a hole drilled through it. All of it bliss.
Feeling real male gazes I'd only imagined? No comparison to fantasy. So embarrassing, so humiliating—way better. Each stare feels precious. Once you know this, solo won't cut it anymore.
Suddenly, the bus jerks to a stop, pitching me forward. My propped legs collapse. Right leg, hooked on the wheel well, tumbles outward. Legs splayed wide now.
My mind blanks at the sudden, unwanted pose. Stand up? Close my legs now? But popping up reveals I was faking sleep. This position shows everything even sitting.
The guys shift—standing sounds. Already impossible to hide from their height... They're definitely seeing. My drenched slutty hole—all of it.
Footsteps swarm down the stairs, doors hiss shut. Only then can I pry my eyes open. Fewer people now—most got off here.
I glance down cautiously. Skirt flipped up over my ass, legs spread wide. No hiding the pussy. Hell, the pose shift hiked it more—mound peeks even from above.
All... all shown. Gave strangers my naughty holes—shouldn't show anyone. The pussy soaked from bliss...
"Hueut, heup."
A stifled moan slips through pressed lips. Way more intense than any solo wank. Transparent fluid keeps pouring from the hole. Until it soaks the skirt through, nonstop.