20-IF. What If I Fell Asleep Just Like That? (3)
The new guy's forehead creases deeply as his eyebrows shoot up. His face is already flushed beet red.
"What the hell are you doing on duty? Are you insane?"
"No, it's not... "
His furious shout makes the fingers slip out of my hole in an instant. The original driver flails, gesturing wildly as he tries to explain, but I can't say a word. Just trying to calm my trembling waist from the lingering excitement is pushing me to my limit.
What happens now? Can I get home safely? How do I escape after he's seen me like this...?
As those thoughts swirl, the new guy points at the driver and yells.
"If word gets out, you're done for! Fired! FIRED!"
It snaps me back to reality. Getting home isn't the issue. I've been nothing but trouble for him all day, and now because of my attempt to make it up to him, he's going to get fired? That's not something I can take responsibility for.
Playing risky games is my burden alone, but ruining someone else's life? I never imagined that.
My body moves before my brain catches up.
"N-no, don't!"
I reflexively wedge myself between them. Even in my shabby, comfortable clothes—no, I'm stark naked, thrusting my lewd, slick body between two fully dressed men. My head spins. I have no idea how to handle this or what to say. But I have to stop the firing.
"I-it's all my fault. I started it. The driver's innocent!"
"You...!"
He looks incredulous at my excuse, his face turning even redder as he jabs his finger at me repeatedly.
"Unbelievable! You call that an explanation?"
"I-I'll do anything. Please, just let it go this once! Please, just once... "
I clasp my hands together desperately, feeling my breasts squish and mash against my arms. His gaze naturally lands there. A moment of silence falls. He swallows hard, then hurriedly looks away, scratching his head in conflicted embarrassment.
"You really mean anything?"
"Y-yes...! Anything's fine. Please."
My eyes dart around to hide my shame, but more and more, they graze my breasts and thighs. Starting from my face, his gaze slides to my arms, then my chest, down my waist to my hairless bare pussy and the slick, glistening thighs below—lingering obsessively on each inch.
Every time his eyes fixate, a chilling humiliation prickles my skin. Yet that shame keeps twisting into arousal. My tense body relaxes, legs parting naturally, my soft breasts jiggling with each breath alongside my arms.
"A-hem... Well, if that's the case, I could pretend I saw nothing."
He clears his throat repeatedly, finally speaking. His voice still carries irritation, but it's softened somewhere. The bus fills with a warmer silence now.
Phew, thank god. Looks like we'll get through this somehow.
"Miss..."
The original driver looks at me with worry.
"I-I'm fine... It was my fault from the start... "
I'll wrap this up without any problems. I force a smile.
"Hey, Kim. Pull the bus out already. Then we can cover this up or not."
"Y-yes, sir."
"Break time now, right? I'll handle the rest. Park and take your break."
"Got it."
The bus, stalled for so long, vibrates to life and pulls into a dim, secluded corner. The driver bolts out like he's escaping, leaving just me and the new guy inside.
He stares at me in silence for that moment, then speaks.
"Miss, don't cover your body."
My body jerks at the command. My hands, still subtly shielding my breasts, won't budge. Reasons flood my mind: shame, embarrassment... fear of the lust-filled look on his face.
But he has no patience for that. His expression twists into grotesque displeasure as he glares.
"Looks like you're thinking you can slide through this easy. Let's make it clear. Don't think some hand or mouth action will cut it. If I'm covering for your mess and saving his job, you do it properly, got it?"
"Ah..."
"You didn't seriously think that'd be enough to get forgiveness, did you?"
His sharp, resolute tone makes my situation hit home vividly. Now, now. I really can't escape. I'm going to lose my virginity right here... It sinks in completely.
I could've just run. If I'd brushed it off as minor embarrassment at the start and slipped away, I could've made it home. Even if he'd been pissed, brazen escape might've worked.
But no, I tried to make up for the trouble I caused, and now this. My first time... something every woman should cherish... wasted trivially to cover one man's momentary mistake. It's not something to throw away so cheaply, so how did it come to this?
No matter how I think, this wasn't worth giving up so much. It was just a tiny slip-up. That brief mistake led to this.
It feels so unfair. The gut-wrenching humiliation and shame stab at me relentlessly. That stinging degradation eating away at me...
Honestly, it felt good.
Even knowing this happened because I stripped naked on a bus full of people, the suffocating excitement sets my body ablaze. The humiliation and shame of no escape turns to pleasure. A long slab of flesh appears before my eyes. The guy's cock. Not huge or thick, but old, grimy with smegma and filthy pubes, reeking like he just came from the bathroom.
The sight makes my legs go weak on their own. My bare skin touches the bus aisle, tread by countless shod feet. Following the prodding ache deep in my chest, I force strength into my body. I kneel demurely on the filthy floor. Back straight so my breasts stay exposed, I stare at the cock at eye level. It twitches with every breath I exhale, filling my vision as I open my mouth.
"Today... for everything that happened because of my mistake... I'll apologize with my body."
I grasp the cock gingerly with both hands, brushing my lips lightly against it before pulling away. A bird's kiss, like you'd rarely see even in movies. A sour, salty tang lingers in my mouth, dragging my mood lower.
Come to think of it, this was my first kiss.
"Hngh...!"
The plummeting sensation makes my body shudder violently. Second kiss, third—I lavish them on the cock in succession. The wet smack smack echoes like thunder in my ears.
I'm offering up things I cherished so dearly, with my own hands. As if this suits me from the start. It's truly, truly awful... but that makes it feel even better. How far will I go before this stops feeling good?
"Playing games...!"
"Aak!"
I thought I was offering my first kiss, but he takes it as teasing and yanks my hair roughly. Perfect height with the cock right there—easy to grab. The stinking meat slab thrusts into my screaming open mouth.
"Mmph, mph!"
"Clean it properly with your mouth. Gotta lube up this precious thing going inside you, right?"
I desperately push back the cock thrusting deeper with my tongue. Can't close my mouth, so that's my best shot. I want to shove his legs away with my arms, but my body's limp—no strength, no distance gained. Instead, it just makes my body bounce back and forth resiliently.
Ca-can't... breathe...!
Now he's enjoying it—harsh breaths rain down on my head.
"Mouth like a pro, fitting for a pervert doing this in public. Huh? How many cocks has that mouth sucked before?"
No. This is my first time. Touching a guy's dick, putting it in my mouth—yours is the first, mister. I just gave it my first kiss.
The words I try to spill get shoved back down my throat with the reeking cock.