My busy schedule has my husband and I running east and west, north and south, and we’ve only really spent about half the time together since we’ve gotten married.
But sometimes when I think about it, maybe it’s because of this separation that fuels the bond between us even more!
In the time together, whether it is emotional or physical, our days are always full of passion, and my husband can always come up with a lot of ideas, let us try all kinds of sex games, at first I am also very uncomfortable with that kind of exciting and bold sex games, but when I slowly contact after, I also began to fall in love with this kind of exciting and bold games. So try all kinds of sex games, already in our time together or separate days, has become an indispensable part of our lives.
Even when we are apart, we make games over the phone or on the internet to enjoy and release our desires.
As I sat in this southbound luxury excursion bus, I was secretly glad that I could catch this last southbound bus of the day.
At the end of the day, my company decided to send me on a business trip to the south of the country to help with the training of the staff of our newly acquired company in the south, and it was too late to book a flight for that day. In order to see my husband one night earlier, I got out of the company and rushed straight to the long-distance train station, and I finally caught the last-minute train, out of breath.
It was a luxury excursion bus with seats that were both spacious and comfortable, and the constant stream of pirated movies on the overhead TV in the front made the hours of travel much easier.
There were only two other passengers on the bus besides me, and near the back of the bus, in the penultimate third row, sat a fairly good-looking young man with short, slightly curled hair, fair, clean skin, and bright eyes, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with a black computer bag on the seat beside him, so I guess he was going on a business trip like I was!
I crossed the side of another passenger sitting in front of me, standing in the middle of the empty seat aisle, I hesitated for a moment, but still walked to the penultimate third row of the seat, I sat on the other side of the aisle on the other side of the seat, the aisle of the side of the young man glanced at me, and smiled at me to greet. Since I got hooked on watching Meteor Garden, I suddenly realized that I, a 28 year old woman, would actually be interested in young boys much younger than myself, jumping out of my previous tastes when I was young and in my early twenties and would only have feelings for mature men.
”Hello! Husband!” I dialed my husband, having been rushing to catch a ride since I left work, and hadn’t even informed him that I was going to see him.
”Really? You’re coming to my place on business too! Great, I’ll pick you up when you get to the station!” My husband knew I was going to pick him up and he looked excited too.
”When you get there, we can have some fun!”
”What are you playing at?” I deliberately teased my husband.
”What else can I play! Playing with my favorite wife, of course!” His voice was full of teasing.
”Or I could consider… Letting you play with me…!”
I felt the boy on the other side of the aisle glance at me, I’ve always had problems with my cell phone’s outgoing speaker, it’s extra loud, and this feeling of being pried into my privacy by onlookers made my heart thump in my chest.
Ever since my husband and I played the game of sexually harassing the next-door guest with our voices in a hotel on the mainland a few years ago, I have felt as if I could really stimulate my own pleasure, and that feeling of being the heroine in someone else’s fantasy would really give one a special kind of pleasure, probably because in my subconscious mind, I also have some thoughts and urges of exposing myself!
As for my husband! He feels that the basis of mutual sex is to be able to give each other pleasure, so when he knows that I can feel stimulated and aroused by this kind of exposure, he feels even more stimulated and aroused, too!
”So… How do you want to play?” I acted like I didn’t know that the boy next to me could hear my conversation with my husband, and I purposely used one of my hands closer to the boy to reach for my cell phone and moved it slightly away from my cheek so that the sound from the phone could spread out more easily.
”Huh! How’s that? Is there a handsome young man next to you?” My husband is smart enough to know the type of guy I’ve been sexually fantasizing about lately.
”Hee hee!…” My husband’s words made my face burn slightly, the words were a bit too revealing, I quickly put my cell phone close to my ear, I really hoped that the boy next to me didn’t hear that just now, otherwise it would be embarrassing.
”Haha! I knew it! I guessed it! I’m still busy at the office, I’ll call you when I get back, then I’ll play a little game with you, okay! I’m going to get busy!”
”Yeah! You have to hurry!” I hung up the phone, thinking that my husband did not know what game he wanted to play with me again, I suddenly remembered that I had read a story on the Internet about sex on a long-distance bus. Thinking of this, I sneak a look at the boy next to me, my heart began to “bang” straight jumping, I feel as if my bottom is a little wet.
The weather in early spring was still cool, but the bus was on warm air, I took off my jacket, because I couldn’t get home in time to change my clothes, so I was still wearing a silver gray suit in the office, I knew my husband liked me to make love to him in a professional suit, and when I thought about it, I couldn’t suppress my desire even more.
I’ve actually always been a woman with a strong desire for sex, but from the outside I’m a beautiful and decent OL any way you look at it.
When I was a kid, I didn’t know what “sex” was all about, but sometimes I would get a very strange feeling when I saw a handsome man. I was about fourteen or fifteen years old when I tried to start masturbating, at first I just hid under the covers and put a pillow between my legs and pinched it hard, and it felt very comfortable.
Later, after knowing more, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I fantasized that my favorite male classmate was touching me, at first I just used my hands to touch my developing breasts, and then I couldn’t help but keep touching them along the belly down, but when my fingers touched the garden where young hairs had just grown, I didn’t dare to continue touching them further down.
Finally once I really can not help it, from the quilt pulled a small piece of cotton out, pinched in the top of the fingers with cotton to rub their clitoris, I think that should be my first experience of orgasm, when the pleasure like a tidal wave like a surge, but also really shocked me. Since then I have been obsessed with masturbation, sometimes I masturbate once or twice a day, and sometimes I can’t sleep at night without masturbation.
Since then, I also developed the habit of masturbating with soft objects, and even now I have not changed the habit of touching my clitoris with soft objects. That’s why I always put a piece of eyeglasses cloth in my bag, and some of my friends wondered when they saw it, ‘Why do I always carry a piece of eyeglasses cloth when I don’t wear eyeglasses?’ They sometimes even asked me jokingly if it was a token of love from a boy! Only I know the special purpose of the glasses cloth.
As I get older, my libido needs seem to get stronger and stronger, and I always keep a couple of pads in my bag at work because a lot of the time my bottom gets all wet somehow, so I have to change my pads at least four or five times a day.
Sometimes when I was working, my mind was always occupied by some erotic thoughts, and when I couldn’t help it, I would run to the toilet and apply my eyeglass cloth. Later, when I was busy at work, I didn’t have so much energy and time to think too much, but still many times, I would suddenly come up with the idea of ‘wanting to masturbate’, and usually at this time, I would subconsciously cross my legs under the desk and clamp them together with force, just like when I was a child clamping a pillow, and sometimes when people weren’t paying attention to me, I would secretly put a small apple underneath, so that clamping them together would be more convenient. Sometimes when people are not paying attention, I will secretly put a small apple underneath, so that the clamping will have a very ‘fulfilling’ feeling, and sometimes I can even clamp it until I have an orgasm!
Let me feel very exciting once, is in the company’s conference room, I leaned over the conference table to call a customer, and the corner of the table just against the middle of my legs, the other end of the phone is a man I usually have a very good impression of him, I talked to him on the phone while subconsciously using the corner of the table to squeeze my lower body, all of a sudden! I realized that using this angle and squeezing could so easily help bring me pleasure, and the other colleagues outside the window were so busy that even if they looked in from outside the window, they just saw me gently and subconsciously shaking my body on the phone.
Just like that, gradually even I myself was in the receiver, felt my gradually aggravated breathing, and the man on the other end of the phone inquired politely, “Are you catching a cold?”
And just as I answered him, “It’s okay!” My orgasm came all at once, and I paused in mid-sentence, trying to control myself so that I didn’t make any more noise, and that one was really something else!
From then on, every chance I got, I would call the man I usually liked, but could never have a special relationship with, at the conference room table, and when I got home in the evening, I would fantasize about the man on the other end of the line, also masturbating in his own way while talking to me on the phone, a thought that usually sent me to a deep sleep after the pleasure of masturbation.
The bus drove for about half an hour, the sky is gradually darkening, the setting sun from the bus window sprinkled on my body, let a person feel lazy slack, I moved to the inside by the window seat, take off the high heels that bind me for a day, because my body reclines between the seat back and the window, so I put two legs on the seat next to me, I was on the body of the original skirt is not long, was slightly pulled up to the thighs of the parts, also revealed the snow-white skin above the mouth of my stockings, the boy at the end of the aisle couldn’t help but turn his head and glance at my slender legs, and when he realized that I was paying attention to his gaze, he asked me conversationally, “Tired of riding the long distance bus?”
”Yeah!” I responded to him with a smile, one hand subconsciously tugging down the hem of my skirt.
”My feet are sore from standing all day at work.” I added.
”Just got off work and you’re rushing down south on a business trip?” He asked me with a smirk.
”Right! What about you?” I answered his words while thinking, ‘I wonder if I can see my panties from that angle he’s looking at…??’
Although in the depths of my heart lurks the desire to expose, but before playing the exposure game are in public, or there is some distance between the situation, now alone in such a close distance, let a strange man watching really let me feel a little uncomfortable, thinking about it, I can not help but move a pair of legs from the chair down again.
”I’m going on a business trip too!” I realized his eyes were moving along with my legs.
”I’m going to the restroom…” I was a little uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me, so I stood up and tried to go to the restroom to take my stockings off and free my toes completely.
The high speed bus was still a little bumpy on the highway, the good shock absorbing system made the vehicle undulate up and down regularly like a small boat on a big sea, I held on to the rows of seats to the middle of the bus and walked down a few steps attached to the security door, the toilet was squeezed into a tight corner. The handle of the toilet door was set into a round black groove, and when I pulled hard, the door didn’t budge.
I have never used the toilet on the bus before, and now that I can’t open the door I can’t help but feel a little anxious, and it’s just as well that my stockings aren’t off! If the door of the toilet is really broken, then if I have to go to the toilet later, won’t I have to pee in my pants, thinking of this I can’t help kicking the door of the toilet.
”What’s wrong? Is the restroom door not opening?” The boy, who probably heard me kicking the door, came over and stood on the steps probing and asking.
”I don’t know! The door just won’t open, I’ll ask the driver!” I replied, embarrassed.
”I’ll take a look at it first! That handle has to be turned a little.” With that he walked down the two steps and put his hand out. In a place where the walkway was so narrow that there would have been room for only one person to pass sideways, I hurriedly ducked back, leaning my body back a bit.
”There seems to be some real problem!” He turned the handle hard from side to side, but the door seemed to squeeze open just a tiny bit thinly, and he had to take another step down the steps, and it got even tighter in here, and I had to try and move up a step to the top of the steps so I could make room for him, and that’s when he was bending over and pushing the door open, and just as I moved over behind him, his ass pressed down hard into the small of my back.
”Ouch! Oh my god…!!!” I couldn’t help but yelp and pushed his waist with both hands, and instantly I felt the firmness and elasticity of his backside that he was pushing.
”Oops! I’m so sorry! I bumped into you…” Apparently he hadn’t expected to hit me, and in surprise, he turned violently and elbowed me hard in the right side of my chest again.
”Oops!… Silk ？？？？” I sucked in a breath of cold air in pain and covered my right breast with both hands, it really hurt!
The boy hurriedly turned around, and when he did his hands were held high in the air as if he was afraid that I would say he was suspected of having eaten tofu, but the place was just too small, and when he turned around his crotch rubbed against the small of my back again.
I padded up my feet hard and leaned my body back hard, my hands hurriedly moved away from my chest, trying to push his crotch away from my body, but just in the moment I pushed, he had already turned his body, and my right hand pushed right on the small of his back, “Oh my god!” I couldn’t help but exclaim again as I realized that his thing was actually standing up in his crotch, still somewhat hard, and my hand was pressed right on top of it.
”Ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I said sorry repeatedly, but in my mind I was thinking, ‘Men are no good, it hurts so much to hit me and he still has a physical reaction!’
”It’s okay! It’s fine!” His hand was still raised high, and I could see that his face was actually slightly reddened, obviously a little embarrassed to have let me discover his secret, ‘Hmph! Of course you’re fine! But he’s actually shy! Luckily, he shouldn’t be the kind of man who’s too colorful.”
In this small space, I moved my body as hard as I could in the direction of the upper side steps, the bus was still lurching, and my belly was moored against the small of his back, and I could feel his thing seem to be getting harder than it had been a moment ago. My hands were overwhelmed and I shielded my chest as I pushed against his chest, I could feel that he was a fit boy and he still smelled like shower gel, which made me almost forget about the pain in my chest.
Finally, I climbed up the steps as if I were escaping, and turned to look at him, still struggling with the toilet door, but my heart was “bouncing” wildly. I looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead, and not only did I have a good feeling about him, I bent down to take a look at him. I bent down, want to see how he really dealt with the door, when I bent down my body, I felt my pair of breasts, as if with the bumps of the car swaying, as if to jump out of the bra constraints.
”Well? Still can’t open it?” I asked him, bending over.
”Hmm! It still won’t open yay!” He looked up at me, and instantly, I felt his eyes on the inside of the neckline of my chest. But I also realized that I didn’t really care about his gaze anymore.
I had a habit once upon a time that when I was buying bras, I always preferred to buy one size bigger because I didn’t like the feeling of being tightly bound, and then when I started to get hooked on exposure games, loose bras especially without straps like the ones I had on me were especially handy.
I loved going to the grocery store in my low-necked dresses, and whenever I bent down to look for something in the freezer, I could feel the man next to me would keep staring at the inside of my neckline, and from the top edge of my loosely fitted bra, sometimes I could even see my nipples yet!
I do like the feeling of being watched by men, I am glad that I realized early that this kind of exposure game can let me experience so much pleasure, that kind of feeling of wearing a bra and still being able to be seen by a man’s nipples, and just not wearing underwear when being seen from the neckline, the pleasure is very different, this is the intention to expose the feeling of being exposed and accidentally exposed is different, maybe it is the same for the men, but for me, the pleasure is very different! Maybe it’s the same for men, but for me, the pleasure I get is very different!
But for exposure games like this, every time I have to be in public or where there are other bystanders, otherwise I will feel insecure, and it is only when I am in public or when there are other people around that I feel safe, and it is only with a sense of security that I can have fun.
So when this boy in front of me stares at me like this, I still have a very uneasy feeling, but when I see him working so hard to help me open the toilet door, my heart starts to forgive him for this slightly shy wantonness, or maybe I’m just naturally a slutty woman!
”What?…” We tossed and turned like this for a long time, and finally alerted the co-pilot who was sleeping in the front row, a somewhat balding, dry, thin man, probably in his forties.
”The restroom door won’t open.” I said as I turned my body sideways, I faced the car window and let him walk by with my back to the walkway because I didn’t want to be assaulted on my chest by a man like him. He reeked of grease and fumes and rubbed against my side as he waited for the boy to come up, the car continued to jiggle and I felt the backs of his dangling hands rubbing against my ass as the car did, intentionally or unintentionally, this horny old man, what a hateful thing to say.
The boy finally gave up and he replaced this hateful old man standing next to me. The old man waddled down, took one look at the door and said, “The lock is broken, it won’t open!”
”So what to do!” The boy asked him, wiping his sweat.
”Let’s talk about it later when we stop at the rest area!” He said wistfully.
There was no way out, so everyone had to go back to their seats.
It was already dark, an old movie was playing on the TV, I turned on the bik light, took out the computer from my bag and casually checked the files inside the computer. The right side of the breast that was just hit by the boy’s pain rise, feel very strange, and I feel that side of the nipple hard to buckle, as if more sensitive than usual when my husband stroked, really strange? How come it feels like this after being hit by the boy?
I’ve talked to my husband about SM before, and neither of us are very accepting of masochistic sex, and I can’t quite fathom how dripping hot wax on my breasts could be pleasurable, but now I seem to understand a little bit more, and as I think about it, I subconsciously put my hand back to gently rubbing my right breast again, occasionally lifting my head, and suddenly realizing that the boys over on the other side of the aisle are sneaking a peek at me again.
”You’re okay! Does it still hurt?” He asked me in a rush of embarrassment when he saw that I had caught his gaze, but his eyes were still drifting above the movement of my hand.
”It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt much anymore!” I laughed softly, my hand still on my chest pressing gently, I wasn’t as rushed as I had been in the beginning, he was just a nice and shy little boy and I hadn’t done anything about it.
We just chatted about one thing or another, and I smoothed both of my calves on the seat next to me as I had done when I first got in the car, leaning my body over toward the window of the car. The overhead light spilled over my body, and in the light I realized that my legs were really sexy and attractive.
”It’s a pretty comfortable ride, but it’s just that my legs are getting sore.” I said grumbling as I put my hands on my legs.
”Yeah! Long car rides are tough!” He took the opportunity to look at my legs a little more.
”Right! Not being able to go to the bathroom can be a real pain in the ass, are you okay with that?” He asked me.
”Oh! That was nothing, I was going to go to the bathroom and take my stockings off more comfortably.” I felt like I was already more relaxed in front of him. And he didn’t say anything, and yeah, what could he say.
Looking at him in this honest way, an odd thought popped into my head, I wanted to take my stockings off next to this honest boy in this flying bus, in such soft lighting. This thought kept occupying my mind, and I felt my heart beating faster, as if I were going to steal something, while my bottom began to get wet again.
After a number of moments of determination, I finally closed the laptop and put it aside, moving my legs off the seat again, and after a few more seconds, I worked up the courage to put my hand under the hem of my skirt and lifted it up to about twenty centimeters above my knee, and the boy was clearly taken aback by my action.
I gently gripped the cuffs of my stockings with both hands and slid them down as I twisted my head around and smiled at him and said, “I’d better get my stockings off easier!”
”Uh-huh! Yeah!” He was a little incoherent, but his eyes were still on my legs. I gently removed both pairs of stockings, and as they came down a little by a little, I felt myself getting wet down there, and when I got them to the bottom, I bent down and pulled them off my toes.
As I bent over, I knew he must have looked inside through my neckline again, which made me even more excited, and it was a much different feeling than when he had just looked at me next to the toilet.
After I took off my stockings, I still put my legs back on the seat, my legs were completely exposed to the light, and my white skin glowed with a delicate luster, I have always cared a lot about my own maintenance, so my skin has always been the kind envied by the girls in the company.
I turned my computer back on, but couldn’t watch anything. I wondered if such a random boy who made me slightly attracted to him could turn me on, was I really a very slutty woman, or in my subconscious I just wanted to be a slutty woman, the usual huge pressure of work, and moralistic socializing didn’t cut down on my desires in the slightest, but on the contrary this constant surge of need got stronger and stronger.
I remember when my husband and I had sex for the first time, I rode on top of him, cupped his face with both hands and said to him, I want to show him how a lady who is loved by everyone is crazy about sex, perhaps I just want to use this way to fight the pressure of work! I just didn’t realize that my husband was a bolder and more obsessed sex maker than I was.
I’ve actually always fantasized about being able to have sex with two men at the same time, and one of my favorite downloaded porno’s on my computer is one where two men are fucking a woman and the woman is getting fucked to death.
One of my favorite sexual fantasies is to imagine myself as a comfort woman being fucked in the barracks, starting with the officers, the lower ranked officers and enlisted men wait outside the tent for their officers to fuck me, I am also being fucked to death inside, moaning loudly and lustfully, the men outside start to get hard when they hear my voice, and then they line up to fuck me, the ones who can’t wait peek through the door to watch me being fucked by my superiors, and then touch their own cocks while shooting their cum on the door. The supervisor fucked me, then stroked his own cock while he did so, and then shot his cum on the door while I reached orgasm after orgasm until my pussy became dry from the fucking, and then I was forced to penetrate again while I reached another orgasm with another watery orgasm.
I was almost obsessively fond of the feeling that I was making the men around me hard, and I fantasized about being fucked by a man with a lot of people around me watching, and then having a million hands all over me.
My husband and I have discussed this, and my husband wants me to try cybersex with other men in chat rooms, so that he can watch me type ‘lick my pussy’ or ‘fuck me hard’ or something like that on the screen, and then he gets in front of the computer and gets down in front of me between my legs, and licks and fucks me to orgasm. fuck me to orgasm.
”Miss! Here’s the dinner prepared in the car!” The nasty old man interrupted my thoughts as he colorfully handed me a thick ham sausage and bread in my arms, and before I knew it the car had been driving for an hour and a half.
I took the ham sausage in my hand, remembering that the night my husband left, he also used such a ham sausage, he peeled off the plastic wrapping and then put on a condom to penetrate me, after a while, he penetrated himself, inside my body, my husband’s rod and the ham sausage with a condom on were two very different sensations, I closed my eyes and fantasized about two different men taking turns to fuck me, and I reached a very, very strong orgasm that time. I had a very, very intense orgasm. Thinking… Thinking… I can’t wait to stick this ham sandwich in my vagina right now.
Just then the phone rang and it was my husband calling.
”Hi! Honey, where have you been? Miss me?”
”Missed you! Still halfway there!”
”Right! You step was calling me the other day to tell me that you learned a new way to be able to ‘play by yourself’ from the comics?” I stole a drift glance at the boy over there, wondering if he had heard my husband’s voice over the microphone.
’Playing with myself’ is the term between my husband and I for masturbating, as we both spend a lot of time away from each other and are always coming up with ideas to satisfy ourselves.
”Yeah! It’s kinda fun that way! I’ll ‘play’ it for you then!” I guessed that the boy next to me might not understand what ‘playing by yourself’ was, so I spoke much more boldly.
”But… I want to see you play with yourself right now!”
”To see how? It’s not like you can see!” I pouted at him.
”I can’t see it, others can see it! Just tell me how others react when they see it!” This stinky husband, he’s so horny, he doesn’t want to actually make me masturbate in the car, does he?
”No way! That method is more trouble than it’s worth, how am I going to ‘play’ in the car?” I was looking over my shoulder.
”Were there a lot of people on the bus?” The husband asked next.
”That’s not true, but there’s a cute little boy next to me across the aisle!” I whispered, peeking again to see if the boy next to me was eavesdropping.
”Ha ha… Haha!” My husband laughed happily, he always likes to tease me like that.
”Isn’t that just what you wanted?”
”I can’t! It’s not like there’s anything here, and it’s going to feel weird without you here.”
”I’ll just stay with you inside the phone!… What do you need?” He asked me curiously.
”Need… Need… Need at least one pair of pantyhose!” Encouraged by my husband’s words, I grew bolder, and I saw the boy next to me glance my way, and I think he must have been guessing what we were talking about.
”But I just took off all my stockings!” I love it when my husband and I tease each other on the phone like this, and I love the feeling of having the boy next to me guessing what we’re talking about.
”Haha! You couldn’t wait to start playing already? You didn’t wait for me!” My husband was teasing me.
”Hee hee!… I can’t wait!” I began to whine on purpose.
”Who told you to call just now when you said you were going to call in a minute, but then you make people wait so long.” I saw the boy next to me lean his head in the direction of the aisle again, and I knew he was paying attention to the conversation I was having with my husband.
”So… What do you need pantyhose for? You want to play SM?” My husband continued to press me.
”No! You know I don’t like to play SM…” At that point, I suddenly realized that I had blurted it out, and the boy must have started to fall off the wagon.
”So how do you want to use it? Tell me quickly!”
”How is this going to be told!…” I stammered, wasn’t this going to make me tell erotic stories in front of a strange man?
”Whatever! Or else… You tell me how to play it in the manga first!” My husband was quite good at baiting me.
”Just… Just…” I thought about what to say than to hand it over.
”There’s just this one girl! She’s like.. That…”
”What that? You say it clearly!” My husband deliberately teased me.
”That’s… That’s the one. You know it!”
”I don’t know! Hey…”
”That’s… ‘Play with yourself’!” I mustered up the courage to say out loud, he really is.
Thinking about it, nowadays erotic phone calls and spicy jokes are so prevalent, it’s not a big deal for me to talk on the phone! I’m not the kind of person who is a prude, not to mention that I’m playing with my husband on the phone.
”So how does she ‘play by herself’?”
”Her! She liked to play the bar when she was in school.”
”Singles?” The husband seemed taken aback.
”Did she stick herself with a bar?” His voice on the phone was deafening, and I glanced at the boy, seeing that he couldn’t help but laugh.
”No! You idiot, she likes to ride on top of the bar!” I wanted to laugh too.
”Oh! That’s nothing!”
”Right! But, she loved the feeling and, since then, has been looking for something similar to ‘play’ with.”
”And what did she find to ‘play’ with?”
”She always stood next to the back door of the bus when she went to school every day.”
”Why is she standing there?”
”Because there’s a curved handrail that’s almost 100 centimeters high! She’s always leaning on that handrail… Right in front of…”
”Oh!” My husband was beginning to understand what I meant by that.
”And then what?”
”And then… And then… You’ll see.”
”I don’t get it… Tell me!”
”And then… And then… Just… Just…” Although I was starting to let myself go, I still didn’t know what to say when it came to the more explicit parts.
”And then… She’d.. She’d stand with her legs a little bit apart! The railing would be between her legs in the center where it curved toward the door, and she could hold her hand on the part that curved toward the door, and no one could tell that there was anything wrong with her.”
”Ah! Isn’t that just like what you ‘play’ around the conference room table! That’s quite to your liking.”
”It’s more than that! She’s even better at it, because there are so many people on top of the bus, especially people getting off the bus who are squeezing past her back, so there’s constantly someone pushing her back from behind, rubbing against the back of her ass so that it’s like being pressed up against the railing over and over again, and sometimes she gets to come out several times on the bus in one morning!” I’m sure the boy next to me could have guessed that by ‘come out’ I meant orgasm!
”Seems really exciting yeah! But what does that have to do with pantyhose?” The husband clearly didn’t think it was enough.
”Because she has other ways to play!”
”What else does she play?”
”When she got home, of course, she enjoyed it even more loudly!”
”How does she play it?”
”When she gets home, she likes to take off all her clothes and walk around the room freely.” I was no longer at all jealous of the boy next to me, and I felt even more stimulated by having him as an additional listener.
”She likes to be naked at home just like you!”
”Their dining room table has round legs, which she had custom-made, like the singles she used to play with as a child, only slightly thicker.”
”But how does she play?”
”She’d sit on the floor, legs apart, and put the round table leg right up against that…”
”What place?” My husband was teasing me again.
”That’s… It’s just… That’s where I’m wet. That’s where you want to fuck me the most!”
I think I have completely let go, in fact, the boy saw that we do not really care about him listening to our speech, plus just now in the restroom two people have been very lively, so he has turned half of his body to me, as if really listening to the story, I say this when I look at the expression of his face occasionally smile slightly at him, to ease slightly there is still a little bit of embarrassment, but I still try to voice I tried to keep my voice as low as possible, because I
Really don’t want that hateful lecherous man in front of us in our game.
”And then what?” Seeing that I had gotten to the point, my husband did not continue to tease me, but pursued the following story, in which he was obviously also interested.
”Then she would put on a pair of ready-made pantyhose, and the leg of the table, which was erected between her legs, was pulled over tightly against her there by the very elastic stockings…” Two men, one inside the phone and one out of it, listened to the story I was telling.
”Then she’d grip the table leg and wiggle her ass hard, rubbing her labia against her clitoris as hard as she could over the top of the indentation that had been strangled out by the tightly sunk in the middle of her panties, and when her body moved away from the table leg a little, the elasticity of the pantyhose would pull her back in again as if someone were really fucking her.”
That’s when I heard my husband’s heavy panting over the phone, and I knew that he had gotten into the story, or maybe he was already rubbing his rod! As I thought about it, the boy next to me must have been as hard as he had just been in front of the bathroom door, and all this imagining turned me on as well, and I could feel myself starting to get a wet mess down there, and I felt an itchy emptiness, and I couldn’t help but subconsciously place my hand on the small of my back, so that I wanted to go and touch the wet, soft part of me down there through my skirt so that it could soothe it just a little bit.
”And you? How do you ‘play’ these days, our dining room table is thick and square-legged!” After a short interval
My husband asked me under his breath.
”I’ll use the clothesline in our house!…” I could hear myself trembling slightly as I spoke, and I felt my cheeks rolling, although my husband and I had made pornographic phone calls together, the hosts were all ladies, and I could only accompany my husband in harassing them, and I myself had never told anyone about my own masturbation experiences, let alone face-to-face like this to a strange man while my husband gasped as if he were right next to me.
”Uhh!… Keep talking!” The husband wasn’t talking much at this point, and the phone call was filled with erotic overtones.
”The… I just put the clothesline pole with one end against the floor and one end against the wall, and then I straddle it, and then I put on my pantyhose, that feels really good yeah!” I peeked over, and sure enough, the boy’s pants were already held up high by his thing, which couldn’t help but make me think of how I felt just now in the bathroom doorway, with that hard thing pressed against the small of my back, and at this moment my heart was filled with desire, but I couldn’t get any outlet for it, and it burned like there was a fire burning in my lower body.
”Honey, I really love you so much, it’s really so exciting, let’s keep having fun!” I knew my husband was back to his usual craziness.
”How else do you want to ‘play’? Isn’t it enough that you’re forcing me to talk about ‘playing by myself’? I’m already having a hard time right now, yeah!” My voice trembled with temptation.
”Not enough… Of course it’s not enough, I know you’re having a hard time, that’s why I’m continuing to ‘play’ with you!” My husband started his abusive tone again, I really like it when he talks to me like that, I don’t understand why he just can’t learn how to talk dirty.
”So how do you want to ‘play’?”
”Uh! Let’s see. Well, why don’t you start by telling me what you’re wearing today?”
”That beige jacket! And that silver-gray suit overskirt you like.”
”What about inside?”
”There you go again, lingerie of course!”
”What kind of underwear?”
”It’s the purple one with no straps.”
”Then take off your underwear!”
”What…?” I couldn’t believe my ears.
”There’s someone next to me yeah!…” I said, lowering my voice.
”I know! Don’t you just love it when I play like that? I want you to come to me wet, I want you to let me ‘play’ until you ‘come out’ on the way, and when you can’t hold out you come to me.”
”But…”
”Go figure out how to take it off yourself!… I’m going to hang up the phone for a minute, so call me when you’re done taking it off!”
My husband’s phone hangs up and the bus moves through the darkness of the night, the reading light above my head still shining silently on me.
”Heh! You two are so open…” The boy just came back to me and struck up a conversation.
”Yeah! He always loves to fool around like that.” I replied casually, but in the back of my mind I was thinking, ‘How can I get the bra out of my dress in front of him without showing my face?’
”Does it still hurt?” He asked me.
Just now when I was talking to my husband on the phone, my right hand was actually placed on my right breast which was hurt by the impact, in fact, I have long since stopped hurting there, but the nipple which was squeezed and rubbed has been hardened there, and under my husband’s teasing, it was even more inexplicably aroused, and I just had an excuse to put my hand there in a dignified manner, so that I could enjoy the sensation of touching it with my hand.
”It seems to be hurting a little bit again!” Having just clearly told him that it didn’t hurt anymore, and now telling him that it hurt a little bit again, it felt a little funny to hear his own answer as well.
I stared into his eyes as I answered, and while I watched him, my hands still continued to gently caress my lucky breasts, oh my god! What the hell is wrong with me today? I can’t believe I’m allowed to fondle my breasts so openly in front of a strange man, my heart is pounding violently again. Maybe I could use this as an excuse to take my bra off, even if he found out, that would still make sense.
I stopped talking at the thought, I turned my head to look at the TV in front of me, my right hand dropped down from my chest to rest on my thigh, and then switched to my left hand to rest on my right breast and rub it gently, I could clearly feel my nipples gently rubbing against the loose bra, they were rising and filling up with blood, and the erotic sensation was gradually building up my courage.
Slowly, I tried to move my left hand, which had been gently roaming over my right breast, back a little, and my fingers moved to the part of my cleavage that was exposed by the opening of my dress, and as my hand came into contact with my own breast, I felt a new kind of stimulation, which again was different from the sensation I had felt just now when I had been rubbing my breasts through the two layers of my dress, and the stimulation was so clearly tangible in its presence.
My hand just stopped there for a while, and I glanced at the young man from the corner of my eye, and just now, when he saw that I had stopped talking, he had also turned his head and looked at the TV in front of him, but! I could feel that the rest of his eyes had been staring at my movements, actually! That was exactly the feeling I wanted. Inadvertently but clearly shown to him, it allowed me to play with my desires in name only, with less unnecessary embarrassment.
By this time I was in no hurry to remove my bra, I was going to slowly seduce this young man and make him suffer from the same desire as me, I was going to see if he wouldn’t be able to resist putting his hand down his pants too.
Gradually my hand slid slowly from the center of the neckline to the inside of the dress and then gently under the bra, my breasts were full and bouncy and the teasing my husband had just given me on the phone, along with the unintentional touching with the boys at the beginning, made me impatient to enjoy a real caress on my breasts.
As I placed my hands on top of my breasts, I kept an eye on the young man’s reaction, and with this active teasing of him, which also turned me on even more, my fingers began to knead my nipples. The young man also began to place his hand on the small of his back, and I knew that the area underneath his hand was the same, hard, hot thing that had once allowed me to accidentally touch it.
I was so playfully enjoying such a marvelous erotic atmosphere, my right hand reached behind my back to the inside of my clothes, by this time I didn’t need my husband’s urging anymore, I couldn’t wait to strip myself naked, I really wanted to be a lewd and slutty slut who was naked all over.
It was so laborious to undo the clasp on the back of my bra with one hand like that that I had to put both hands behind my back inside the dress, and my body was leaning forward slightly, both arms bringing the dress up out of the skirt, exposing my tender waist, and the neckline at the front was wide open because my shoulders were gathered forward, a pair of breasts that still had a bra on them were almost completely exposed.
In the back of my secret button “Ba Ta ″ a moment I unlocked, the phone suddenly rang, I was really startled, and the young man was obviously also startled by the sudden sound of the phone, his hand immediately moved away from his crotch, he couldn’t help but look over to my side, obviously if there is no such phone call, he was such a shy little boy, was He was too shy to look directly at me and watch me undo my clothes.
Just as he looked over, the underwear I was wearing, because it was one of those strapless styles, the taut clasp at the back suddenly loosened, and the whole bra slipped off in one fell swoop.
Although I was already burning with lust at this point! I still can not face a strange man’s eyes, so directly fell on my bare breasts above, I panicked hand out of the back, want to catch the bra slipped, but because just now the neckline of the dress was too big for me to open, the lower edge of the bra has been partially slipped out of the outside of my neckline, my panicked hands reflexes like rushed, I did not expect to be just ruffled in the bra slipped out of the outside of the neckline, panicked hands make me unable to stop my hands, so I not only did not catch the bra, but pulled out half of the bra, and one of my plump breasts also gave me a good look. My panicked hands made me unable to stop, so I not only did not catch the bra, but pulled out half of it, and one of my plump breasts was also exposed outside the messy neckline.
At this point I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the boy’s reaction anymore, all I could do was hastily rip the whole bra out of the neckline and stuff it inside my bag in a panic.
My cell phone was still ringing, I grabbed it and leaned heavily on the back of the chair, feeling my heart pounding like a small hammer against my chest, making me so nervous that I could hardly breathe.
”Hello!” I pressed the cell phone button, and sure enough, my husband’s voice came from the phone.
”Honey!… Are you done? Why didn’t you call me? I couldn’t wait!”
”The…” The tension was so intense that I couldn’t speak, and my whole body felt as if it was paralyzed with soreness and weakness, as if I had just spent the night in the clouds with my husband.
”Oh my gosh! You bad boy, you almost scared me to death!…” I pressed my chest as if I was afraid my heart was going to jump out of it.
Just as my hand pressed on top of my breast, I realized once again that I no longer had my underwear under my shirt, and because I was raising my right hand to answer the phone, the right side of my collar was propped up by my hand, and my right breast, which had been ‘approached’ by the boy, was now naked for him to stare at. Once again, my heart was pounding violently.
”Wonderful! By the time you get to me, you must have turned into a pushy, horny little slut!” It was as if my husband sensed my anxious excitement on the phone.
”I can’t stand it when you say that… I’m not playing with you!” I really couldn’t take the excitement anymore, I didn’t realize that this kind of exposure game was actually more exciting than any of the sex I had played with my husband.
”No! We’ve got a lot of ‘playing’ to do!” The husband’s equally excited voice.
”Ah!… You want to play? What else?” He didn’t want me to take off my panties too, did he? I was worried, but somehow looking forward to my husband’s instructions. I’m such a slut! I thought…
”The next step is of course to ‘play’ the game of taking your knickers off!” As expected, my husband gave the command that my heart was waiting for.
”How are we going to take it off here?…” I said my husband’s instructions out loud, partly to let the young man next to me who had just seen my embarrassment know that my husband on the phone had told me to do it, and to ease my embarrassment, and partly to let him know what my husband’s next instructions were, so that my revealing teasing game could continue, and I vaguely hoped that I would be able to see him unable to hold back from cumming in his pants as a result of my teasing! , so exciting!
”Oh! The usual. You’ll have to figure it out on your own! I’m hanging up. Call me when you’re done.” Her husband’s voice disappeared on the other end of the line.
In fact, it is far easier for a woman in a dress to remove her panties than it is for her to remove her bra through her coat; the question is only whether or not she is willing to do so.
I moved from the window seat to the side, to a seat near the aisle, the boy looked at me in surprise, he obviously didn’t know what I was going to do, I smiled at him, I was much calmer by this point, as I usually was when I was playing various games of exposure, the little boy was safe enough for me, more exposure wasn’t really a big deal.
I scooted my legs higher onto the seat next to me as I had done earlier, but on the inside window seat, my left hand propped up on the arm of the seat near the aisle, and my head turned toward the window, pretending to be admiring the night outside. With my ass leaning against the middle of the two chair backs, I put my right hand on my crotch and slid it down the gap between the two chairs, stopping just below my ass, and then I used that same hand to gently pull the skirt up behind my ass a little at a time, pulling it up until the hem of the skirt was almost at the back of my waist before I stopped.
My hand touched the top edge of the panties, then I gently inserted my thumb into the edge of the panties, and little by little I moved from the buttock cleavage near the waist to the crotch
On, and then down, back gently pull down, until the whole pair of panties pulled to the thigh area, at this time my buttocks tightly pressed against the backrest of the seat, you can feel the seat back fabric that hairy feeling, although the bus inside the warm air, but at this time I still feel between my legs can be a burst of coolness.
Because my slouched upper body was blocking the view behind me, I don’t think the young man next to me could have seen that my ass was bare at this point, but I also knew that because I was slouched against the armrest, the left side of my shirt’s collar was dropping downward, and from his point of view, one of my breasts must have given him an unobstructed view of the rest of my body.
Although my breasts were clearly exposed in his eyes at this moment, I didn’t care at all, instead, I really liked this state, anyway, I was pretending not to notice, and he already knew that I had already taken off my underwear, so let him have a good look at my breasts! Unfortunately, I was too embarrassed to turn my head to see his expression and movements, otherwise it would have been even more exciting.
Slowly I recycled my calves a little further, lifting my body a little to remove my panties completely, casually dropping them on the chair, I wasn’t too busy to get up, it was hard to find such a suitable position, my right hand gently stroked my bare skin, sliding my hand down my groin, my fingers gently twirled around my own asshole, and then backward and forward to touch the flesh in front of it, and oh my god! I can’t believe it’s already so wet!
I knew that the lad behind me was at that moment looking at my naked breasts, from the side, but my head remained looking out of the window without turning back, thinking what an exciting position for him to be able to visually rape my breasts with even more impunity, and also for him to be even more indulgent in looking at my breasts whilst rubbing his own rod!
I was annoyed why at the beginning of the day, I didn’t think of using this position to let him properly appreciate this wonderful body, and also let me enjoy the pleasure of exposure, or else I might have already had a few orgasms with him!
My middle finger slid between the two wet lips, as the excitement deepened, I couldn’t help but move more and more, I think from the boy’s point of view, he could see my right shoulder twitching, and he must have been guessing at my movements while playing with his rod, maybe he had already ejaculated…….?
I couldn’t resist the urge to look back at him, but was reluctant to spoil my own approaching orgasm, just when I suddenly realized something unexpected and surprising.
Because I realized that in the window of the car in front of me, which had no curtains drawn, the figure of the boy behind me was clearly reflected, and I could clearly see that he had actually pulled his rod out of the zipper of his pants and was stroking it constantly. But it wasn’t the sight of the strange boy’s rod that surprised me, nor was it the fact that he didn’t seem to be staring at my side boobs, what surprised me was the fact that my naked bottom was clearly reflected in the mirror-like window under the light, and my hand was between my legs sliding up and down, and in the mirror the boy was obviously staring at this wonderful masturbation show.
Gosh! How could I have made such a mistake, windows at night often give this illusion, when consciously staring at the glass the image inside is as clear as a mirror, and when unconsciously looking out of the window it is just as clear a piece of glass. I think just now I was so obsessed with the erotic frenzy that I simply forgot about this glass, but that boy must have thought of a way to find out what I was doing there, so I’m afraid that he had long ago found out about the wonderful use of this window, and I’m sure that even how I took off my panties he had already seen it clearly.
Although I’m not a prudish woman, but this situation is too embarrassing, in the past, except in front of my husband, I haven’t masturbated in front of any man, what’s wrong with me today? What’s wrong with me today? Did I have a lucky day, which brought me so much excitement and accidents?
Thrilling as it was, this sudden surprise also cooled me down so abruptly that I couldn’t keep playing! Besides, I didn’t want the sound of my husband’s cell phone to startle me any further, so I tucked my legs in and sat up straight turning my face around as well.
This time the person who was scared became him, the boy did not expect me to sit up suddenly, his hand still holding on that high erect rod, he saw me turn my head almost panicked with both hands to cover it, but that looks like an erection of the rod, about sixteen, seventeen centimeters, how can he use his hands on the cover, I really did not expect that this shy little boy’s dick is still quite a quality! I really didn’t expect this shy boy’s dick to be quite quality!
In a panic, he shoves his rod down his pants, but how can a stiff one fit so easily into the door of his pants, which is usually only for peeing in and out! Finally! He hid the thing in, but the pants are still held high, the zipper can not be pulled up, I boldly have been staring at this embarrassing drama, the heart is a little revenge pleasure, I would have liked to say to him: ‘You are quite open ah! But I still didn’t have the courage to say it.
Sure enough before I could call my husband’s cell phone, his called again first.
”Hey! What’s taking you so long again? I’ve been waiting for a long time…”
”Hee hee! I’m ‘playing’ too! That’s funny!” The boy’s embarrassment earlier made me feel much better, and it was as if I had the upper hand, so I spoke more naturally.
”Haha! Tell me later how you ‘play’ now! Let’s keep ‘playing’ for now!”