Afternoon Bus

by Joanne

I was fifty years old quite recently and I have a grown up son. I was on my way home from work as usual. The bus was packed as it always is. I was strap hanging and swaying with the motion of the bus, letting my mind wonder. Day dreaming makes the journey pass quicker.

I gradually became aware that something was gently touching my bum with the motion of the bus. I assumed that it was accidental and didn't make a fuss and anyway it was quite nice. It would stop when the bus pulled up at a stop because the braking action pushed the hand away, but it returned when the bus started forward again. I was convinced it was accidental and found it quite present. I found myself missing it and looking forward to it recommencing each time the bus started. This went on mile after mile. My day dreaming became quite erotic.

The bus turned off the main road following its usual route onto a housing estate and had to swing sharply around numerous corners, an action that I had barely noticed before, but now when it turned one way the hand swung away from me, but when it turned the other way, the hand swung back into my bottom. The swaying of the bus had the hand caressing my bum. I liked it and loved it when the bus slowly turned and the engine vibrated as it pulled away again. I was concentrating on keeping my breathing even. I still assumed that the touching was accidental.

The corners became narrower and sharper and the bus would lean over causing the hand to push my skirt into the crease of my bum. A thrill surged through me and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a gasp, but I checked myself and reddened hoping nobody noticed. My husband has not touched me for years. In fact nobody has ever touched like this. The thrill of the touch pulsed through me now and was wonderful.

Every time the bus turned a corner the wrong way I held my breath hoping it would return. I adjusted my stance to allow more space and sure enough when the bus swung violently the other way the hand reached my vagina which throbbed in response soaking my knickers. "Had I wet my skirt?" I didn't know. I hoped not and I hoped the unknown hand would not notice that I was massively aroused.

The bus arrived at a square shaped, large roundabout with a grass lawn in the centre and houses all around. I had seen this roundabout a million times before. The bus swung violently round the first corner. The hand swung onto my vagina and stayed there. The bus wobbled hitting the curb as it rounded the narrow corner. The hand rubbed against my vagina in response, but didn't pull away with the rocking motion. I now had no doubt that the owner of the hand was aware of what was happening. The second corner was turning the same way and made the hand press hard against my clitoris. I thought I would faint with pleasure. Only my own hand had ever touched me there. Now having someone else's hand touching me was wonderful.

I was desperately forcing myself not to show any outer signs, as my vagina sent pulses, of knees weakening thrills, through me to every part of my body. I knew that my nipples were erect and pressing against my bra. I hoped no one could tell.

I was afraid to look down at whoever was sending me mad with passion, I was afraid that they would stop if I did. I just looked at a reflection in the window. All I could see were two school girls of about twelve years old staring into space. Another girl was stood with her back to me holding onto the seat back where the girls were sat. I didn't know which one was giving me this pressure.

The third corner of the square roundabout was approaching. I held my breath. The hand pressed hard up to my clitoris and stayed there. The movement of the bus had it caressing my clitoris violently sending me out of my mind. I desperately wanted it to enter me and fuck me. I adjusted my stance again, forcing my hips rearwards, and waited holding my breath watching the approach of the forth and last turn of the roundabout. The corner arrived and the hand had its fingers stiff. They pressed hard at my vagina pressing my skirt, my tights and my knickers into the start of my vagina. I pressed hard wanting more penetration but no more was possible. My orgasm hit me and now I knew that my skirt would be wet with my juices.

The bus straightened up and the hand swung away. All three girls asked to be excused as they stood up to leave the bus. I let them pass and sat on the warm seat where they had been sat. I looked out of the window and saw them walking past. They were pretty and looked innocent in their school uniforms. One of them sucked on her fingers and then all three smiled sweetly and waved. I knew that I was glowing bright red and did not dare to look inward to the bus. My vagina was weeping onto the seat as my heart sank knowing, as I did, that it would never happen again. I travelled the rest of the way feeling my shame but still tensing and relaxing my thighs not caring how much I wet the seat below me.

I travelled the same way home after work each day, but didn't see the girls. I was bitterly disappointed. Then one day I saw them sat together as a group. I shuffled pass people already standing causing them discomfort and they tutted as I passed. I pretended that I was looking for more space further down the bus. I stopped next to the girls.

They were placed as they were before. Two sat down and a third stood holding on the back of their seat. I positioned myself next to the one standing and turned my back on them. There was no pretence this time I felt a hand go up my skirt. I was shielded from the rear of the bus by the standing girl and those ahead were facing forward. I relaxed my stance and allowed the hand access. The hand when straight to my vagina and caressed it and then caressed my clitoris too. I went weak at the knees.

I knew from last time that stiff fingers could be forthcoming, I wanted them now. I wanted them to fuck me no matter how slightly. My knickers and tights were wringing wet, but no stiff fingers, not yet. The fingers were mobile and moving freely about. My anus was caressed and my clitoris was caressed and pinched and squeezed. I knew that my bullocks were quivering but I was unable to regain control of them. I knew that my juices were soaking my tights down to my thighs. I held on to the hanging strap with sweaty palms. This torture, this exquisite torture, went on mile after wonderful mile. In all my life I have never wanted to be fucked so desperately before. I have only ever had one man in my life and never felt like this. Even when I touch myself, which I do every day, I have never reached these heights. And then it happened. I didn't just orgasm I squirted for the first time in my life. I was wet down to my knees.

The first girl then asked if I wanted to sit down. I nodded, I was too weak to remain standing, and the girl nearest to me stood up and allowed me to sit next to the other girl. The girl sitting next to me smiled sweetly and placed her coat over our knees. The girl standing next to me now exaggerated the movement of the bus and pushed her bum towards me.

I was nervous but very aroused. The girl next to me slipped her hand under the coat and slowly hitched up my skirt until she could touch my clitoris. I gasped as she pushed a hole in my tights with her fingernails. She probed around the elastic of my knickers and pushed her small hand inside. I was helpless as she played with my pubic hair and my clitoris. I fought for control, but was losing it fast. The girl standing up pressed her bum onto my shoulder. The girl next to me was now slowly fucking me. My whole world was running out of my vagina.

She whispered into my ear, "Fuck my friend," she said. She had my clit between her fingers I couldn't refuse. I slipped my hand up the standing girl's skirt. They were no knickers. Outwardly she an innocent school girl in her uniform skirt and white knee socks, but in the warmth, under this skirt was a horny whore's cunt slippery to the touch, I filled it with fingers. She rocked with the motion of the bus slowly fucking herself at exactly the same pace as the girl was fucking me. Her pubic hair brushed my hand occasionally as she allowed my fingers to slide from her anus to her clit. Her cunt would then settle back onto my fingers fucking them with impressive vaginal control.

The girl whispered again, "Fuck me as well," she demanded. She had covered the two of us with the coat. I slipped me other hand up her skirt and quickly found my way into her wet knickers. Her smooth, soft yielding vagina gripped my fingers and seemed to suck on them. If the driver looked through his mirror at all he must have seen my silent scream as I soaked the seat.

My husband has not fucked me for years and was never any good at it. I thought sex was over for me. Now though, I am a predatory lesbian always looking for my girls. I still masturbate every day, but now I am not dreaming of cock. I am dreaming of young pussy and what it can do to me.