Not all trips are long and boring... The ponytail swung to

Not all trips are long and boring...    The ponytail swung to the sound that marked my steps. From behind, the image was surely exciting, with the hypnotic swaying that my buttocks produced. Over these, a black thong and tight leggings of the same color. The elastic band that held my hair back was a very bright red, as were the high-heeled shoes that my feet wore and the lipstick that gave my lips a very appetizing and attractive appearance. On the rest of my body, a black bra and a very loose pink tank top that kept one of my shoulders almost constantly in view.    The sunglasses hid my eyes and allowed me to observe the people I passed on the way to the Metro without any concealment while with my right hand I dragged a not very bulky wheeled suitcase and a black bag rested on my left shoulder.    I was anxious and excited to get to Valencia. After almost a year I met again with a friend who lived there and with whom I had spent a very good time some time ago. After a few Metro stations I would arrive at Madrid's South Bus Station to take the bus that would leave me in the city of Turia, four or so hours later.    Lorena, my friend, had promised me a few days of beach and dancing that I couldn't and didn't want to refuse. In addition, he would introduce me to some of his friends who, based on their descriptions, couldn't have been bad at all. I would have preferred photos, but he didn't want to give them to me so it would be a surprise. I hoped that at least they were pretty in appearance, because I didn't have a good feeling about not wanting to show me their images. In any case, I would take care of finding some good guy who would love me, whether he was Lorena's friend or not.    The night before I had been giving myself a good once over in the bathroom. She was perfectly shaved, showered, hydrated and ready to show off in Malvarrosa. In fact, something must have already looked like in Madrid when some people kept looking at me furtively and others blatantly when they passed me.    The Metro was quite full, after all it was early and a weekday. The bus left at ten in the morning but I had left home early, so it was barely nine when I started to feel hot among so many people. I was more focused on the suitcase than anything else, so I didn't notice the appearance of the people around me. I felt some pressure behind me, but it could have been a backpack or a briefcase. It wouldn't be the first or the last time that someone dared to touch me taking advantage of the crowds, and it wasn't something that bothered me, in fact, I took it as a compliment because it showed that he liked it so much that he couldn't suppress his masculine instinct.    In any case, I couldn't discern what was pressing on me when I arrived at my destination: Méndez Álvaro.    I remembered how years ago, when we were nineteen or twenty, Lorena and I would go out in Valencia making a splash with our laughter and our voices, attracting the attention of the boys we liked. We wore the shortest miniskirts we could find and showed off our chest as much as we could. Obviously, we attracted the attention not only of those we liked, but of many more, but we left them hotter than an oven and gave them no chance other than to look. On the other hand, when we got a good specimen, we ended up having a “party” on the beach or in the aforementioned car, but never both of us together, if one caught, then the other disappeared from the scene surreptitiously. Although there was one exception that I remember, when Lorena had sex with an Italian on the stairs of a doorway and left me as a watchman to sound the alarm if anyone approached. Nobody bothered, but I ended up wetter than them watching how my friend, squatting, snacked on the boy's member just three meters from my face. In the end, the two of them returned to their parents' house, she so relaxed and happy and I with a terrible desire to masturbate. Something he had done for the last time while giving me a freshly risen water. Since I had already showered thoroughly the night before, in the morning I simply soaked my body and almost without wanting to, I found myself pleasuring myself with my fingers while I connected the shower head directly to my little pleasure button. The truth is that lately it was rare that I didn't do it when I got into the bathtub, also taking the opportunity to gently penetrate my anus and thus obtain more delicious orgasms. She had the point of anal pleasure in such a way that she enjoyed it at any time and almost anywhere, as if it were a second vagina. In fact, sometimes I forbade myself from even touching my genitals, with the intention of achieving an anal-only orgasm, but in the end I always ended up rubbing my clitoris like there was no tomorrow.    I was sitting at the bus station waiting for the time to leave, with my legs crossed and listening to music on my cell phone and headphones. He kept his sunglasses on and thus controlled the staff; There was a young boy who couldn't take his eyes off me sitting in front of me a few seats to the left. I would have liked to play with him by raising my skirt or dress a little so that he could enjoy my legs, but when I was wearing the leggings, the only thing he could do was caress the thigh that was more visible to him above them. In any case, I was more interested in some well-built boys who had passed in front of me a few minutes ago and who had X-rayed me with their looks, as I had X-rayed them but without any concealment.    I wondered if Lorena's friends were like those, because in that case I would spend the holidays having sex, either with one of them or alone imagining it. The truth is that mine and masturbation were pure passion, for many years it had become one of my favorite hobbies and since I discovered the pleasure of doing it in “forbidden” places even more so. Days before, on one of those mornings when you don't know what you've dreamed but you wake up with a desire for sex and humidity that are not normal, I jumped out of bed super excited. Without thinking too much about it, I put on a dress with nothing underneath and went out to the balcony. My nipples were very noticeable and the flow was almost sliding down my legs. I didn't know what to do but I was attacked. I put my hand behind me so that no neighbor who might be watching would notice and from under my dress I began to caress my anus. The excitement was such that I was beginning to consider getting rid of my clothes and masturbating right there, but in a second of lucidity I decided to go home. Then the caresses turned into penetrations, I ran my finger through my vagina to lubricate it and then I inserted it without any problem into my anus. Without stopping, I went to the bedroom and looked for my beloved anal toy, I sucked it to leave a layer of saliva on it to facilitate penetration and in a few seconds I had it inserted into my rectum. Like other times in that situation, I dedicated myself to walking around the house, enjoying the friction that the dildo produced on the walls of my rear orifice. And that was when I had a fit of madness and opened the front door. Wide open, so that it would not be closed by the current. I went out to the landing and seeing that I was alone I began to rub my clitoris but slowly, producing such a quantity of liquid that at that moment I could feel it falling down my legs. She was leaning on the railing, staring into space and her knees shaking. I then thought about going down one floor, to feel the touch of the toy more and better when using the stairs. It was great, a feeling of pleasure and fear because of the morbid situation that had me in a cloud. I quickly went home because the only sensible neuron told me that the door could be closed, once again feeling immense pleasure with the movement of my legs when ascending the stairs. I loved this type of game, I had done similar things before and I always ended up collapsed by an orgasm that would be remembered years later. My mind asked me for more, it told me to go down to the street like this, to get naked in the doorway, to shout from the rooftops how excited I was. It was getting out of hand, so I entered the house slamming the door and fell to the floor prey to the first contractions of my sex that elevated me to seventh heaven with applause, fireworks and all kinds of exaltations of joy and absolute pleasure.    Thinking about such “dirty things” had begun to excite me just when it was time to go down to the platforms to begin the trip to Valencia. I decided to go to the public toilet first to relieve myself and clean up the discharge that I noticed beginning to emanate from my fountain. I couldn't help but stop for a moment in front of the bathroom mirror and look at myself up and down, holding my breasts in my hands and caressing my butt through my leggings. I looked very sexy, desirable to most men, I thought. After fixing my ponytail I left the bathroom and finally went down to the platforms, since there were less than ten minutes left to leave for the Mediterranean.    There were already several people putting their belongings into the trunk of the bus and then climbing up to their seats. I realized with some surprise and joy that those well-formed boys who had caught my attention minutes before would be some of my travel companions. And from the stiff necks that my presence produced in several of them, I assumed that they were also happy to see me. Since when I got ready to get on the bus they were already seated, walking down the aisle to my seat was like a fashion show in which I was the center of attention. I noticed their gazes fixated on my entire body, especially on my backside, which I swayed as much as I could to the delight of such a well-formed audience.    The back of the bus was quite clear, no one occupied the last three rows and just in front of them I was alone on the right side and a couple on the left. My “friends” were two rows ahead of us. Since the trip was going to be long, I put on headphones and livened up the journey with good music.    Suddenly, one of the boys approached my seat and without saying a word sat next to me and began to caress my legs. I didn't know what to do, I was blushing at the situation. He, very sure of himself, directed his right hand to my sex and rubbed it over my clothes. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I really liked the boy and what he did to me was starting to drive me crazy. I opened my legs as much as I could to make the operation easier for him and he looked at me with lust. He then changed hands so he could put his right hand around my neck and pull me towards him, kissing my mouth without asking any permission. It was a long kiss, like a movie, with tongue, teeth and a piercing that I didn't expect. Meanwhile, he put his hand under my clothes and caressed my entire sex directly, without protective fabrics. The situation was super morbid, because on the other side of the hallway the couple was surely realizing everything. Suddenly he stopped hugging me and took my left hand to direct it to his penis, which in some moment of my confusion he had brought out. It was huge and the glans was soaked with excitement. I grabbed him tightly and began to masturbate him while he accelerated the pace of his fingers on my clit.    A sudden turn of the bus that was slowing down, leaving the highway to make the stop at Area 175, violently woke me up from my erotic dreams. The boy had not approached me nor did I have his penis in my possession. The only real thing about all that was the moisture that came out of my sex and completely wet my underwear. I was a little dazed, very hot and excited, so much so that my nipples were trying to break through the fabric of the bra in search of freedom.    At that stop, the only one on the trip, everyone got off the bus to go to the restroom and go through the self-service to quench their hunger and thirst. I was beginning to feel the need to satisfy myself in another way, but the bathroom was so packed with people that I couldn't even consider giving myself pleasure in there. In fact, I had to wait in line to get through and in the end they almost left me on the ground, being the last one to get back on the bus.    Once again I felt like a model parading down the hallway-catwalk on the way to my seat, although this time the wriggling of my buttocks was not caused by myself but by the movement of the bus that was already beginning to move. Sitting back in my seat, I couldn't stop thinking about the dream, the excitement, the desire to enjoy it and how to achieve it as soon as possible. The handbag I was carrying was barely enough to cover me, but even so, with that intention I left it on the seat to my left, staying next to the window. I crossed my left leg over the right and in this way I managed to hide from the sight of the couple the hand that was caressing me over my clothes right on my clitoris. But that way the only thing I managed to do was moisten the thong and make me even more excited. If I was willing to masturbate on that bus, I would do it right, so I grabbed my bag and got up to change seats and occupy one in the penultimate row, two further back than the couple, this time on the left side of the bus. There no one had direct vision of me, so I could be much calmer and proceed with greater security.    I hadn't even been in that seat for ten seconds when my legs were completely open and my right hand was playing directly with my sex, underneath the leggings and black thong. I liked to touch one of my breasts with my left hand over my shirt while I looked out the window and watched the cars pass us. How wonderful the situation has always been in which you give yourself all the pleasure in the world while the people around you are not able to realize it.    Without much difficulty I could have finished in a few minutes, but I was enjoying that game, so, hidden by the front seats, I decided to go one step further. I grabbed leggings and thongs at the same time and, lifting my butt a little, I slid them until my most intimate area was exposed. Already noticing the direct contact of my buttocks with the bus seat. In front, the thong had left a small empty space with my sex, so I could see the amount of moisture that accumulated there. The left hand left my breast to dedicate itself to separating the vaginal lips and thus making it easier for the right to continue with masturbation. My fingers played with the folds of the lips and the clitoris, they slid to the entrance of the vagina and penetrated it very lightly. I rubbed the moisture all over the area and licked my own discharge from my fingers in a clear sign of unlimited excitement.    As I have already related several times, my nipples are very sensitive to excitement and they like to grow with it, demanding a share of the caresses. That day was no exception, so I left my sex for a few moments and introduced one of my hands under the shirt to gently rub and pinch those delicious protuberances and thus give myself a little of that pleasure that only excited breasts can produce. In view of the impossibility of the rest of the passengers to witness my spectacle, unless someone got up and specifically approached me, I put my other hand under my shirt, leaving my chest exposed, and massaged both breasts at the same time. The sensation was extremely provocative, so much so that with one precise movement I released the closure of the bra and left my chest free of ties. With a couple more movements of my arms, I ended up removing the bra by one of the sleeves and leaving it next to the bag, although I thought better of it and hid it inside. At that moment I could see how hard and huge her nipples were, clearly marked on her shirt. I squeezed the breasts again under the clothes, ending with a few good pinches on their pink tips and a new wave of flow emanated from my vagina, flowing towards my anus and moistening the seat on which it rested.    All my sex demanded more attention from me, the playing with the tits had been very pleasant but not enough to satisfy me, so they returned their hands to my burning intimate area. I had everything to spare, I was suffocated by the heat emanating from my own body. I pulled my clothes a little more until they were just above my knees, leaving my thighs visible: this way I had better access to the entire vulva. The thumb was dedicated tirelessly to rubbing the clitoris while the index and middle fingers entered and left inside me, keeping my mind in a pleasant ecstasy that made me forget the real situation I was in.    I fantasized about the idea of ​​those wonderful traveling companions approaching me and giving me all the pleasure in the world with their hands, their tongues and of course their penises. I saw myself being savagely penetrated by all of them, being sodomized in full view of the rest of the passengers and ending up ejaculating on my body, leaving me exhausted, dirty, sore and extremely satisfied. A small sigh left my mouth causing my senses to activate and put me on alert. Apparently everything was still calm, except for my sex.    At times I stopped touching myself to avoid reaching orgasm prematurely and tried new games. It made me very horny to lift the shirt over my breasts and expose the entire part of my body that goes from my chest to my knees. It was a super exciting image that I would have liked the occupants of the cars passing by us to be able to enjoy, but since the bus was much taller than the cars it was practically impossible. I also played with my nipples, caressing them with my saliva-soaked fingers in a circular motion without touching the tip. It was all very exciting and although I would have liked to drag it out for hours, I knew that soon it would have to explode somehow.    When my evil mind finally decided that this was ready for sentencing, I began to rub myself quickly, leaving aside the breasts that were once again covered by the shirt. The rush encouraged me to finish lowering my clothes to my ankles, so that I could spread my knees further and expose my sex as much as possible, so that I could manipulate it better. I inserted two fingers into my vagina while I kept rubbing my love button and all this on a bus with a couple sitting two rows in front. Of course the scene was super morbid and had turned me on to incredible levels. The orgasm would not take long to arrive and it felt strong, forceful and noisy, so I lifted my shirt so I could take it to my mouth and have something to bite during the burst of pleasure that was knocking on the doors. As was usual in this type of extremely exciting situations, the orgasm flooded me completely, appearing first in my sex and quickly distributing throughout my body, causing spasms, sweating, a good amount of flow and a moan muffled by the shirt that clenched my teeth tightly.    With the last tremors still running through my body, I let the shirt escape to catch some air and regain some normality. She was exhausted, with her eyes rolled back in her head and her head resting on the back of the front seat. The ponytail fell over my right shoulder, brushing my blushing cheek and a small trickle of saliva fell from my mouth. My hand was still in contact with my vulva, covering it but without touching or penetrating it, feeling the pulsations of my body in it. Further down, the thong and leggings bunched up at my ankles, exposing the entirety of my legs.    In a matter of seconds I came to my senses to realize the reality and recompose my clothes as soon as possible, covering my satisfied sex again and managing to put on my bra without first taking off my shirt.    Since it was still a while before we got to Valencia, I leaned back on the seat and lay down on it with my eyes closed, relaxing my body and thinking about how much fun I had had and how that visit to my friend Lorena would turn out. At least, if it weren't very gratifying, I would always have the memory of that pleasant trip...