20-IF. What If I Had Just Fallen Asleep Like That? (2)
To be honest, I doubt the driver really believes what he's saying. He's just spouting nonsense because he wants to see my body. The way he's so tense, gulping down saliva—it's obvious. But I can't call him out on it directly. Pointing out the flaws in his words and bolting from here would be easy enough... but what would that change? The fact that I've caused him trouble today isn't going away.
So let him enjoy it a little... If he likes looking at my body, maybe it'll make up for the damage I've done. And anyway, I'm a pervert who gets off on secretly showing myself to people... This is just doing it a bit more openly. It'll feel good. Excitement swells in my chest. My heart pounds wildly. I know I shouldn't be doing this. Apologizing with my body? It's the kind of line straight out of some porn video.
"O-Okay... I'll show you proof that... nothing criminal happened today... No one forced me to take off my clothes—it was all m-me... I did it myself... all on my own."
Saying such ridiculous things, a strange emotion bubbles up from deep in my chest. Doing something shameful that no normal girl would do of her own will... letting someone see an act that would ruin my reputation... and yet my body reacts honestly, heating up.
"I'm... gonna strip now..."
I can see the driver's Adam's apple bobbing up and down right in front of me. Even my voice trembles faintly. I discreetly wipe the sticky sweat from my palms by pretending to adjust my knit cardigan. Slowly, I part the cardigan that's barely covering my bare skin. My naked flesh is gradually exposed before a man I've never met. My breasts, now fully uncovered and swaying, draw his gaze. Hah... it's so embarrassing... Showing myself for real is mortifying. I'm stripping in front of a guy on purpose. This is insane. To think I'd go this far.
Shame makes my legs shake uncontrollably, but I can't calm my body. I can't believe what I'm doing right now. But every time his gaze touches me, a weird pleasure fills my chest—it's scary, but it feels so good... My thighs glisten noticeably. My skinny jeans are getting soiled. I have to take them off quick. Otherwise, the few clothes I have left will look suspicious... If I keep soaking them like this, it'll look like I've pissed myself from the outside. And with nothing to cover up top, it'd definitely attract stares from everyone around.
I have to show my body now to cover it later. The contradiction, this absurd situation, numbs my mind. I can't even tell anymore what's normal and what's not. Even so, my hands don't hesitate—they unbutton my pants. Between the gaping zipper, there should be panties... but instead, my hairless mound is on display. I wiggle my hips lightly and shed the last piece covering my body. Unlike before, they slide straight down to my ankles in an instant. I cup one hand over my breasts to keep them from jiggling and pull the pants off my legs. My body bends forward, bringing my chest closer to the driver... but I'm covering them, so it's fine.
"I-I'm... all naked now..."
I bare myself before the driver—a sturdy, older adult man. His eyes keep drifting to my chest, so I move the hand that was covering it demurely to my side. I've stripped away every last thing that could hide me with my own hands, offering up the intimate parts that should be concealed. The driver gazes at me with a faint smile, openly showing his satisfaction as he drinks in every inch of my body, like he's committing it all to memory. His stare makes my lower belly clench involuntarily. Anyone could see the lewd juices trickling down my thighs, soaking me.
"S-See... I'm a pervert who gets excited from being seen, so it's... like this..."
I don't hide it at all—I thrust my hips forward. So the driver, the man right in front of me, can peer right in. My hairless pussy, reeking of arousal, pushes out toward him.
"I did this to myself..."
This is the proof. Proof that I'm a pervert, that I stripped myself without any crime involved, that I tossed aside any dignity with my own hands and did filthy things on public transit that normal people use... Look at it all. Remember every detail without missing a thing. Check thoroughly if I'm involved in any crime and document the evidence. Unspeakable desires flood my mind. His breath brushes my pussy, making it quiver. Arousal gushes out in waves.
"...Seeing how soaked you get just from being watched, it doesn't look like you went through anything dangerous."
"Ngh... hngh... haah."
My unintentional moan echoes clearly, and raw desire flashes across the driver's face. If he's only showing his lust now after seeing my body, I can tell he's usually a kind, gentle guy. If I really want to apologize... I have to make him feel good... I reach out and take his hand. He flinches—he clearly didn't expect me to move on my own. I guide it down between my legs.
"Y-You can... touch me..."
Dizzying pleasure shoots up my spine to my brain every time his fingers brush my pussy. This is a first. I've been caught and exposed plenty of times while playing risky games outside, but no one's ever touched me. I never even imagined someone fingering my pussy. Just being touched feels so good I'm going insane—my head swims in ecstasy. His thick finger delves inside, paralyzing my whole body. It's so incredibly pleasurable that all strength drains from me.
"Hii... haah... hngh..."
Without thinking, I lean into the driver. He staggers briefly under my sudden weight but quickly wraps his strong arms around me. Naked in the arms of a stranger, getting my pussy fingered. And I'm awkwardly thrusting my crotch forward, begging for more. This is insane. If Yeji unnie saw this, she'd scream that I'm a crazy bitch. I should stop right now. I shouldn't be doing this... But my body won't move. Was my reason ever really fighting it that hard? I don't even know. It just feels too good—I can't think of anything else.
"Hoo... ngh, hngh..."
Only my muffled moans and the wet squelching fill the bus. It was stupid enough to strip and masturbate alone on a bus and get caught—now I'm offering myself up to the driver, guiding his hand myself and even sticking out my hips to make it easier. I'm nothing but a dumb, idiotic pervert slut. But that unstoppable pleasure from my own foolishness floods my body.
"Hii... ah, aaah... hii... haat."
My hips jerk wildly, violently. My pussy clenches tight around his fingers, refusing to let go—I can feel it myself.
"Your pussy's gripping my fingers so..."
The driver starts whispering in my ear, but then—psshht—light floods in as the doors hiss open. Quick footsteps pound up the bus stairs.
Eh? My heart drops, my whole body turning ice-cold. I didn't think anyone else would come. If they see me like this, I'm done for. The realization that I'm doing something no normal girl would crushes my chest.
"Hey! Kim, there you are! What the hell, man? You can't just park here and hog the drop-off spot! Who's gonna use it then?"
A stranger's voice booms through the bus. I feel the fingers inside my pussy twitch.
"Uh...? Kim? What the hell are you doing?"
My eyes meet those of a scruffy-bearded old guy. No. Caught again. I'm screwed. Exposed. My trembling waist from the pleasure, my pussy clamping his fingers, my rock-hard nipples quivering in the air... even my face, enough to recognize me... nothing's covered. I can't hide a thing. My lewd display is laid bare to another stranger. Fresh eyes rake over me, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body with every glance.
"Haa! Haaaang! Ngh, aaah! Haaaaang!"