Vanessa had been on a party and now she was on her way home on the bus. A little bit drunk, but not that bad. She was alone on the bus, and she was thinking of that cute guy at the party. Too bad he was so shy. But he did 'happen' to touch her boobs a couple of times. She went out to the toilet to take off her bra after the first time, so he could see her nipples through the t-shirt. It did look like he appreciated it, but he was still too shy to do anything about it. Except quickly touching her hard nipples now and then. Saying he's sorry every time. Didn't he understand she liked that?
Finally, she managed to get alone with him in a quiet corner, where she kissed him. They kissed for a long time, letting their tongues meet. She let her tongue follow his lips, all the way round, while kissing. That almost always did the trick, and, yes, he put his hand on her left tit and began playing with it. She moved her hand down over his back down to his ass. He had a nice firm ass. She could feel his boner through the clothes now. It felt like he had a pretty short, but thick cock. Just the way she liked it. Not that she disliked long ones, but she preferred thick from long. So she let her hand rub his cock outside of his jeans. And then he moaned loud, and she realized that he cummed in his pants.
"That's OK." she said with a smile. "You will soon be ready again, and then we can do something more."
"So sorry." he said. "That never happened before. I am so sorry."
He was so embarrassed over what happened. He kept saying how sorry he was, and she kept saying it didn't matter. But then she had to go peeing, and when she came back he had left. She didn't even get his number. She was so disappointed that she too left a bit later without telling anyone.
When she got on the bus, she started fantasizing about his hands all over her body. On her tits. On her ass. On her thighs. And of course exploring her pussy, every little part of it. Maybe he would lick her? Oh well, all that wouldn't happen, and she probably never even would see him again. She so much wish she had her magic egg here. That egg formed vibrator she sometimes pushes up her pussy before leaving home, and then can make vibrate through her phone when she feels like it. Like on a bus where no one can hear the buzzing sound of it. Or maybe they do, but can't be sure what it is... It's so hot to sit among people and feel how the orgasm is getting closer and closer.
Without thinking about it her fingers are moving to her nipples to see if they are still hard enough to be seen through the t-shirt. They are. She crosses her legs and let the muscles in her thighs squeeze her clit. Once she read about girls that can get off just by doing that, and she is determined to learn how to do it. She is convinced it can be done, but so far it's just a way to get really, really wet among people, without them having a clue.
Vanessa looks at the driver, and she meets his eyes in his mirror. Does he understand how horny she is? That though almost makes her get there, but not quite. She suddenly recognizes him. He lives on the same street as she does. That first turns her on even more, but then she realized that was why he looked at her. That disappoints her a bit, now she wants him to know what a horny little slut she is.
Then the bus stops, and an old man and a younger guy gets on board. They sit down on the seats in front of her. She pretends to sleep, but she makes sure her hard nipples will be seen if they should look back. And soon enough she can hear the older guy whisper.
"Hey Eric, look at that!"
