She sat in a corner pocket seat in the back of the packed city bus. It was always busting at this time, a torrent of sweaty bodies belonging to people of all varieties: high school and college students, young moms pushing gigantic baby carriages, suits, working class, everybody all together, charging at the speed of rush-hour traffic towards their respective days.
She always got a thrill when doing the unexpected and unseen in plain sight. Writing smut on her phone next to an obviously modest and religious older woman. Checking out male “packages” behind opaque sunglasses. Going to work commando… in a dress. To name just a few ways in which she got her jollies on a regular basis.
Today, she was commando… again… but wearing a pair of vibrating ben-wa balls deep inside her well-toned pussy. No one could see the remote she was palming. She was waiting for the right moment when the bus reached maximum capacity, before flicking that switch… and her erect little bean.
When the bus couldn’t get any more full, when people were practically hanging over her, when she could feel the breathe of other passengers reach her nostrils, when they were almost too close for comfort, she pressed the button on her remote and closed her eyes. She could sense her sex awakening from the soft undulations of the gyrating little balls hidden way up her snatch. She pressed her legs closer together to intensify the expanding pleasure. She moved a hand under the backpack on her lap to gain secret access to her well, which was starting to brim over with liquid joy.
She could feel her nectar start to trickle out in a little stream; if she were standing, you would have been able to see it twising around her shapely legs and pooling at her feet. She had made sure to lift her skirt before sitting so that the material on the seat absorbed her ejaculate rather than the skirt itself. She didn’t want to ruin it.
Also… she liked the thought of an unsuspecting passenger (preferably someone who appears visibly religious, someone who would think her reprehensibly sinful) sitting on the evidence of her arousal.
With that one little thought, she had a full body orgasm which she hid with the skill of a masturbating ninja.
“I don’t know why it turns me on so much to wet my seat…,” she thought to herself with a mischievous grin as she stood up to navigate her way off the impossibly packed city bus. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone take her seat, and her clit jerked back to full post-orgasmic wakefulness, ready for another round.