Bus 3 (1)
It's been a while since I had a weekend off. And not just any ordinary weekend—this one's for heading back home, all the way to Gangwon-do in the distance. It'll be a long journey, crossing mountains and rivers. But thinking of my siblings waiting for me back there, I can't just rot away in the dormitory.
One regrettable thing, though... there's no way to play naughty games at home. It sucks when Yeji unnie goes out on dates every weekend and isn't around to indulge me. This rare free weekend leaves me full of longing, but there's no helping it this time. I don't want to get caught doing lewd stuff while stuck with my siblings and have them find out their big sis turned into such a pervert. Anything but that. I'd rather walk around naked outside. Just imagining it sends shivers of horror through my body.
Instead, this week during weekdays when unnie was around, I did plenty of naughty things, so let's take a break sometimes. Days like this exist, right?
I pack two days' worth of clothes into my backpack and check the mirror. Navy skinny jeans, a white short-sleeved t-shirt, and a thin knit cardigan over it to block the sun. As the weather warms up, my outfits keep getting lighter. I remembered to put on a bra after skipping it the past few days, so there's a faint outline along my chest through the thin shirt, but nothing like the color or pattern showing—it's firmly in the realm of normal attire. Plus, the cardigan covers me despite its airy holes, so there's no real thrill or excitement. If anything, dressing up like this after so long feels a bit stuffy and uncomfortable...
Normal clothes feel suffocating. I haven't even been away from home that long, and my head's already messed up like this.
Yeji unnie said we'd meet around lunchtime and was still asleep in bed. I quietly close the door without a bang and slip out of the dormitory. Down the steep hill to the bus stop, where a crowd's already waiting just like me. With the intercity terminal and shopping mall together, it's a mix of people out for fun and backpackers like me heading home after ages. And they're all piling onto the same bus.
Bus 106 is packed tight—no room to step. Wedged between bodies, I barely grab a handrail. So humid... No seats, obviously, and even standing takes effort. Every sway of the bus makes me feel like bean sprouts at the market. With this many people, if someone gropes my chest or ass, I'd never figure out who. Lewd thoughts keep creeping in. Last time on this bus, I flashed my panties and wore that torn skirt... Doing that again at peak crowd time would be fun. Heart pounding at the thought of someone seeing, accidentally brushing me, everyone finding out—leaning into the crowd, shaking with them... it'd be such a rush. Feels amazing just thinking about it.
I'm not even doing anything lewd, but my body reacts. My chest swells slightly, breaths come short, moisture gathers between my legs. The skinny jeans clinging to my thighs make it obvious. The sticky dampness against my skin on the tough fabric feels gross. Or maybe it's just hard to breathe in this crush. I want to do something naughty in a stuffy, inescapable place like this... Surrounded by people, secretly touching my pussy without anyone noticing. Or ride without panties. A pervert like me right next to them, and no one suspects, just shoving against each other. Haah, I want to strip without anyone noticing...
Those filthy thoughts fill my head until we reach my stop. The packed bus doesn't thin out until the shopping mall where I once went for a movie—no one gets off till then. They all swarm out at the mall. Ha, just as I suspected—they're all going this far. Squeezed uncomfortably among them, stepping out into the open air feels refreshingly cool even if just a bit. The empty bus leaves, and a wave of new passengers floods in. I hurry off before they arrive.
My panties are unpleasantly damp from the moisture. I should detour to the bathroom before the next bus. On the long intercity ride, sitting like this would suck. Better wipe now. I planned to behave and rest today, but my body won't cooperate. It's a little resentful, but not bad—such tiny, insignificant stimulation still feels good, so my mood's actually lifted.
I head straight for the bathroom, but a long line snakes down the hall. Huh? Some event? My chest tightens with unease as I reach the front. It's all people waiting for the toilet? My face sours. Weekends are packed... Arriving right at bus time, waiting this line might make me miss it. Could even miss the bus entirely. To clean between my legs properly, I need a stall, but no clue when that'll happen. Haah, guess I'll go like this. Gotta endure the discomfort. I know clinging to the impossible is pointless. I give up quick and head to the terminal lobby.
The board shows my bus just in time. Platform 3? Following it outside, buses line up from horizon to horizon, waiting for passengers. Mine's easy to spot—third from the far corner, pale blue. I board cautiously, hand my pre-booked ticket to the older driver.
He folds it a few times, tears it in half, and hands it back.
"Thank you."
He nods indifferently. Not many people. For a bus to Gangwon-do, it's nearly empty. Just a few scattered up front, ears plugged with headphones, eyes closed. From the bustling crowd minutes ago to this sudden quiet, my ears even ring a bit.
My seat's one row from the back. Totally deserted. Outside the clear window, chaotic noise buzzes, but inside the bus, it's hushed and calm.
In a place like this, no one would notice if I did something. The little flame tickling inside me reignites. Crowds are thrilling but risky, high difficulty. This quiet bus? Just like before, only the location changed. I took off my panties on the city bus, after all. No one's here... so I'll do what I couldn't earlier. Wipe the moisture before we leave. Just pull pants down a bit, use wet wipes—no problem. Not even taking off panties, so what's the big deal?
I set my bag on the next seat and draw the curtain. Can't cover both sides fully, but it's low enough passersby can't peek. Hand straight to my waist. The button clinks softly.
Really stripping here? For real? Someone might come? Doing something naughty out in public like this? Haah... it'll feel so good. People up front, but if I pull down my pants... slide panties down too, gently wipe the lewd juices... sounds blissful. Anticipation bubbles up, filling my body.
A pop, and my waist loosens. Front's blocked by the seat anyway, no one behind. No one sees whatever I do. Just me feeling good. No harm to anyone, so it's fine. My pounding heart and rising arousal urge me on. Just a little, nothing dangerous. It's the weekend... gotta do naughty stuff on weekends, right? Unnie's gone, and once home, no chances, so do it now. Make every weekend like this. Today's the first.
I exhale hot breath, steel myself. Shake off the hesitation in my heart. Tense my legs, lift my hips, slide the pants down.
"Hooah..."
Like stepping off that crowded bus onto the roadside, my damp thighs turn fresh in an instant. Cool. Feels good. Taking off my pants inside a bus anyone could board... incredibly good.