I stood in front of the mirror in my room, flipping through the bathing suits I had brought. Nothing looked good enough, not even the barely there golden brown bikini that I had brought at the last minute back home, but when it came down to it, the golden brown one was what I was going to wear.
I laid the suit on my bed behind me; along with the short billowy dancer's skirt and black camisole I planned to wear with it, and then stepped into the tiny bathroom that came with my hotel room. It had exactly enough space to get in there, but of course I had to back out. I pulled my clothes off, flinging them onto the floor and twisted my hair up and back so it wouldn't get wet, and then stepped into the shower. I turned the water on full blast, and then pulled my body puff and shower gel off the little shelf.
I soaped everything liberally; taking extreme measures to make sure it was clean. My hands roamed across my breasts, gliding smoothly across the surface. I closed my eyes and pinched my nipples, smiling at the sharp pain that registered all the way down in my pussy.
I had dropped the puff a while back, and now the soapy fingers of my right hand slid their way downwards, past my strip of hair, my little runway, to cup my pussy. I slid two fingers between the folds, gliding them slowly up and down my slit while the other fingers gripped and pulled at my lips as best they could. I was dripping wet. How did he have that reaction in me already... I'd only fucked him once...
I slipped one finger inside of me, and then slid in another. I leaned against the wall as my thumb flicked across my clit. I rocked my hips slowly on my hand while the other hand continued to roll and pinch my nipples. Oh I could feel it now... the slow heat rolling up my body... bringing me closer to the edge. My fingers sped up as I began to grind and thrust against my hand more firmly, determined to make this a good one. Oh god... I could feel him pushing his dick deep into my pussy... I could see him over me, under me, behind, in any position I could dream of... I was so close.
My eyes closed and I let out a whimper as I came, my knees trying to give out beneath me. My headed lolled back against the wall as I prolonged my orgasm, my hips moving in a rhythm I had nothing to do with, I couldn't control them anymore. As I came down, even pulling my fingers from within me gave me another, smaller orgasm. I propped myself against the wall, letting the water wash over me.
Goddamn...
"Open the door bitch." I hear a while later, along with a few half assed knocks. I rolled my eyes, and then laughed to myself as I crossed the floor, and then pulled the door open. He was leaning against the frame, smiling down at me from his all of one inch taller height. I looked up at him.
"What you want?" I asked, hiding a grin as I turned from the door and entered the room again. He followed behind me, shutting the door.
"What's your big plan for the day that you wouldn't tell me about?" He asked. I sat down on my bed, pulling on my shoes. He sat at the edge of the bed, knocking over the suitcase at the bottom. He stooped over to pick it up; flinging all that had fallen out of it back into it. He got to a pair of my panties, and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes.
"It has to do with a fantasy of mine." I said. He laughed.
"I thought meeting me was your fantasy come true." I shook my head.
"I had fantasies before you, slut." I stood up. "I've got a really big fetish for public places; like I told you but... there's one place in particular I've always wanted to have sex..."
"And where's that?"
"Are you sure this is the right bus?" I asked for the tenth time, looking at the schedule in my hands, then at the bus in front of me. Clarke rolled his eyes, no doubt wondering how I'd even gotten on the plane to come here all by myself.
"Yes!" He said, and then grabbed my hand, pulling me up the steps and inside. I nodded hello to the driver before Clarke pulled me by my wrist to the very back. I sat down, biting my lip and thinking hard.
I'd told him about my fetish for public areas, and he'd told me a few of his. I'd told him that I wanted to see if I could get away with some sort of sexual act on a bus. He'd gripped a schedule and then made me swear I wouldn't back out of it. I had laughed and said yes, acting like I didn't care, mostly because I was sure he'd back out of it when we were actually in the situation. I had forgotten who I was dealing with. Clarke didn't give a shit about what he was doing, or what other people cared about it.
Clarke smiled at me, and then pulled me down into the seat next to him. I smiled weakly, and then spread my legs a little. I pulled my skirt up around my waist, so that all that stood between my ass and the seat was my bikini bottom. He grinned and leaned back in his seat a little, then took my hand and placed it on the front of his shorts.
The jerk as the bus pulled away caused me to grip him through the fabric. He shook his head and took my hand again, sliding my fingertips underneath his shorts. I gripped his cock at the base, and then began squeezing it lightly. He had slid his own fingers down the material of my skirt bunched around my waist, and then traced my slit through my bikini bottom, his finger pushing at my clit through the material. I bit my lip to hide the gasp trying to escape, and instead concentrated on working his cock. My fingers slid along it, tracing its length with the pad of my thumb. I played my fingers around the head for a moment, enjoying his cock's slight twitching in my hand as I did.
As I let my fingers drift along the v of the head of his dick, he pulled across the front of my suit exposing part of my pubic hair as his fingers dipped into my slit as he began a slow and steady sweep across my clit with his thumb. I held my lips closed, inhaling sharply through my nose as my hips began to grind into his hand subconsciously. I circled his cock with my fingers, and then started to stroke it smoothly.
He lifted my face with his free hand, and I looked guiltily at the others riding the bus around me for a minute. He turned my face so I was looking at him.
"Take it off." He whispered. I looked at him.
