The dark frigid wind blew up my skirt as I got on the bus. I wished for some tights or better yet, some jeans. My nipples were pods of frozen flesh, puckered against my shirt. The bus was crowded and I could smell over ripe flesh. I squeezed in next to an older man. I leaned against him trying to soak up some heat. I could tell that he liked what he saw. The interior of the bus was bathed in darkness and I felt his hand slide onto my thigh. He inched slowly towards my sopping pussy. I didn’t try to stop him when he slid a finger into my panties and parted my lips. Not a word was said as I reached to free his cock. It stood up like a cobra, ready to spit. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, bobbing on his thick cock. He pulled me closer, wanting more. I pulled my panties off and straddled him, easing onto his rigid shaft, impaling myself. Leaning back onto his chest, I felt his hands slide to my tits. The motion of the bus rocked us back and forth. I stifled a whimper, feeling him throbbing inside of my lava pit. No one around us noticed or maybe they were enjoying the show.
The bus bounced us back and forth as it ate up miles of city streets, nearing the end of the route. We could take no more. His cock exploded as my pussy convulsed. He didn’t pull out nor was he wearing a condom. I slid from his lap, smiling, tucking my damp panties into his coat pocket for later to remind him of me. This was public transportation at its finest. I could barely wait to switch to my next bus on my way back home. I felt a small trail of cum roll down my thigh…….
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