It was late at night, late enough that the lights were on throughout the
bus, painting everything in its slight yellow tint, but soon the lights
would turn off so that the bus-goers could get some sleep. Amy was wide
awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex.
For a little while longer, she was content to stare out the window and
just think to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned
her head just enough to see that Alex had adjusted himself so that his
head was now resting on her shoulder. Amy simply smiled to herself,
thinking about how cute he was. Alex had a talent and being cute in a
kind of childish way and yet being so animalistically attractive, and
Amy liked him for both of his cutenesses.
She would have turned away gingerly to look out the window again when
suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The electric touch of lips on her
neck, sending minor shocks flowing through her. If there was one form of
foreplay that got Amy going, it was neck kisses. She scoffed,
whispering, “You aren’t asleep at all!” in a playfully accusatory tone.
Alex never responded. Instead, little by little, the kisses became more
and more forceful. Amy was getting a little concerned at this point,
looking around nervously without moving too much to give herself away.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about how on display the couple were, but
even then, that didn’t stop her eyes from fluttering and from little
moans escaping her lips. The kisses by this point had definitely
graduated to hickeys, and by the way Alex had adjusted, he was
definitely very awake, very aware of what he was doing, and most
seductively, very confident.
By this point, both of them were insanely turned on and not ready by any
means to leave it where it was. Soon after, Alex took one of his hands
and slid it down her front, tracing a line down her midriff to below her
belt, where he pried her legs open (which Amy had to admit felt second
nature at this point) and started rubbing her over her jeans. It didn’t
matter much that Amy couldn’t actually feel it very much, the neck
kisses had made her more turned on than anything and she was not
hypersensitive to his touch and panting with every move he made. Plus,
something was deliciously teasing about the whole thing. She could feel
it just enough to feel excited, to feel on display. Amy thought she
would have felt more nervous putting on an actual public performance for
the first time, but it felt so wonderful, so awful, so right to be a
spectacle.
Gradually, Amy felt the nervousness wash away, replaced with desire and
lust. She wanted nothing more than Alex right now, and to be his. To be
marked as his, to complete the ritual. She grabbed his head and moved it
to align with her own, and kissed him with a passion she didn’t know
she had. She wasted no time and didn’t have the patience to tease him,
she instead immediately wrestled her tongue with his as she practically
writhed in her seat, begging for release.
As she released her kiss and still felt the hand on her pants, her eyes
slowly opened to reveal the first set of eyes on the adventurous duo. A
young girl, probably 20 at oldest, mouth slightly open in disbelief, no
longer concentrating on the book in her hands. Being a decently rational
girl most of the time, Amy had figured seeing someone notice her would
snap her out of any horny state she could be in. But it didn’t. It just
made her hornier. Amy was showing herself off, and she liked it. She
liked being on display for a definite audience, and she liked being
Alex’s public slut. Amy licked her lips, not taking her eyes off of the
girl, and moaned slightly louder, as an experiment.
The girl didn’t move, she only stared back, still probably in disbelief.
Amy was willing to stare down the girl and see if she would win (she
was reasonably sure lust was building up in the girl’s eyes) when
suddenly she felt something and tore her eyes tore away from the girl to
the source. Alex was unbuttoning her pants, and Amy couldn’t help but
moan uncontrollably. It was happening. It was actually fucking
happening. She lifted her ample ass enough for Alex to slide her pants
and panties down her beautiful legs, and spread those legs farther in
anticipation of feeling Alex’s no doubt expert hands on her, with no
stupid clothing in the way. ‘Who cares who sees me?’ the lust-drunk girl
thought to herself, losing her grip on reality in the face of
unimaginable pleasure. She just wanted to feel Alex’s hands on her, and
in her. She was his now. She was his good girl.
More people were noticing now, with Amy moaning louder and Alex slipping
one finger, then two inside her. His hands felt every bit as good as
she’d hoped. Amy could barely open her eyes enough to see a man watching
with his partner, his girlfriend. She could tell that watching her and
Alex had turned this man on – no, it had driven his lust wild. He began
to passionately kiss his girlfriend, which surprised her at first. While
looking around in surprise, the girlfriend finally claps her eyes on
the exhibitionist pair and, still in liplock, smiles mischievously at
Amy with her eyes. Seemingly not wanting to be outdone, never taking her
gaze off of Amy, she reaches into her boyfriend’s pants and fishes out
his cock.
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