Everyday I catch the bus to work at 5:15 a.m. I am always the first person on the bus, so I have grown accustom to sitting in the same seat, my favorite seat, about ¾ of the way towards the back. I have almost a 45-minute ride in front of me, so I always nestle down and lightly rest my eyes.
My name is Jennifer. I work part-time at a bakery every morning that is just 3 blocks from my college. I am 19 years old, I am told I am good-looking, and I am not a virgin. However, I am not totally into sex… at least in the traditional sense. I am going through this stage were I can go without sex indefinitely, however, I absolutely love masturbating. That being said let me continue with my story.
One particularly cool morning I got on the bus and made my way to my usual seat. Once again, I was the first passenger. I placed my backpack on my lap, hugged it close to me, and rested my eyes. At each stop, I could hear the bus becoming more crowded and could sense that people were starting to sit closer to were I was. I opened my eyes to see my instincts were correct. The bus was filling up after only 2 or 3 stops.
At the next stop, a stern-looking woman, maybe about 40, entered on the bus with a teenage girl in tow. They sat across from me. It was clear from the expression on the woman’s face that she was in a pissed-off mood. Not wanting her to catch me staring at her, I diverted my eyes from hers. Doing this, I casually evaluated her body. Her fine-tailored business suit clung to an impressive body (she obviously worked out). She had dirty-blond hair that was wrapped in a very tight bun. Not large breasts, but not small either. All in all, she would be considered a very fine looking lady…except for her scowl.
“I can’t believe we are taking a bus! We would not need to take a bus if you would learn to listen!” the woman lashed out to her daughter.
“Sorry,” the girl whispered out.
The young girl, about 14 I would guess, was obviously the woman’s daughter. She was a spitting image. However, the girl did not wear a scowl. She just looked sad.
“And this new friend of yours…Alex. You will never even think of speaking to her again,” hissed the woman through clenched teeth.
“But we…”
The woman grabbed the girl’s wrist and squeezed until tears welled up in the girl’s eyes. “Never, and I mean never, question my decisions.”
At this point, people were starting to stare. Of all people for the woman to catch staring at this scene, her gaze fell upon me. My feet went cold and I quickly looked away. For the rest of the bus trip I stared down at my backpack until my stop. I was never so happy to get off the bus.
The next morning I had forgotten all about the woman, the little girl, the hurting of the wrist, and my nervousness of that woman. I got on the bus, sat down in my usual seat, and closed my eyes. I was resting peacefully for a while until my heart skipped a beat. I heard the unmistaking voice of the woman. My eyes popped open. The daughter and she were sitting down across from me once again. The woman looked ready to kill. It was clear to see the daughter had been crying. A sense of uneasiness troubled all the usual passengers on the bus.
This time the woman used a much quieter voice, but it was full of fury. I looked down at my backpack, closed my eyes, and listened very closely to what she said.
“Do you know what they call girls who do that to themselves? Do you? I can not believe you would do such a thing”
The girl stared down at the floor trying not to cry.
The woman’s voice began to get louder. “What if your father walked in to wake you up instead of me? What would you have done?”
“Please don’t talk so loud mother.”
Immediately, the woman once again grabbed her daughter’s wrist and squeezed. “You never tell me what to do.” The words dripped from her mouth like venom. “You should be ashamed and humiliated for doing what you were doing. Next time you have your friends over, I will be sure to bring it up,” she said now almost laughing. The girl wept.
I sat there infuriated. “What a fucking bitch!” I thought to myself. SHE is the one who needs to be taught a lesson. And then it hit me. She IS the one who needs to be taught a lesson. But what? What could I do? It wasn’t too hard to figure out the woman caught the girl masturbating. I felt the need to defend my little fellow masturbator! But how? I sat and thought. I was filled with rage on behalf of this little girl. What could I do? Then it hit me. Such an ingenious, vicious, evil little plan, that it made the very core of me tingle with resolved anticipation.
5:15 a.m. the next morning I get on the bus with my heart pounding like a war drum. This is the day I get even for the little girl. This is the day I publicly humiliate that woman just like she has been embarrassing that little girl. Instead of going to my usual seat, I casually sit down were the little girl sits down. I glance up at the driver who seems half-asleep and totally oblivious to me. “Good” I think to myself. “Let me get set up.”
I reach inside my backpack and discreetly fish out one of my favorite sex toys; it looks like a butterfly that snugly fits right over the mound of my pussy. The best feature about this toy is that it operates by remote control. Many times I have gone out in public with the butterfly strapped to myself and teased myself to knee-buckling orgasms with the remote control. But now I had another purpose.
I reached around to the back of the seat cushion and found the zipper. Working quickly, I unzipped the seat cover and slid my butterfly vibrator between the seat cover and the cushion. I carefully positioned the toy right about were I thought the woman’s pussy would be when she sat. I then re-zipped the cover and rushed over to my usual seat with my heart pounding.
From were I was sitting, I was just barely able to see the outline of a mound in the seat were I hid the toy. I doubted anyone would notice. I figured I could see it because I knew were to look. Now all I had to do was wait.
I felt just like a child waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve. The anticipation was unbearable. And, knowing what I was about to do made me incredibly horny. I tried resting my eyes, but it was no use. So I sat and waited.
The bus finally arrived at the woman’s stop. Sure enough, she stormed on with her daughter following closely behind. I could barely contain my giddiness as they both sat down in their regular seats. As the bus started to pull away, almost on cue, the woman once again started to harass her daughter.
“I see this is a nasty little habit you have going,” she scolded. “When we get to your school, I am going to talk to your teacher about this new habit of yours…in front of the entire class.”
“Please…no…please…'” stammered the girl.
“Shut your little mouth. Obviously you don’t know what it means to act like a lady,” retorted the woman.
“Act like a lady, hmm?” I thought to myself. “Let’s see how lady-like you act for the rest of this trip.”
I put my hand in my pocket and found the remote control to the toy that the woman was now unknowingly sitting on. I pretended to be sleeping, but I had my eyes open just enough to watch what was about to take place. The daughter was sitting there sniffling to herself while the woman sat straight and proper, with a look on her face of stone. “Here it goes”, I thought.
I slowly pushed the lever on the control up. I stopped after only a very short push. I knew the controls were sensitive, and I absolutely was not going to let this bitch cum. So I sat there and waited for a reaction.
I closely watched the woman. She sat there like a statue. I waited. She just sat there. “What the fuck?” I thought. “Shit. I should have checked it earlier to make sure it works!” I said to myself. I was about to give up hope when it happened. And then I knew I had her!
Every so slightly, I saw her lips part. Just a little, but enough to let me know she felt something going on. The women shifted a little in her seat, slouching just a little. As soon as she slouched, I turned the toy off. Immediately, the woman straightened her posture. When she did so, I turned the toy back on every so slightly. When I did, her lips once again parted.
For close to a minute, she sat as still as a tree, not moving an inch. I could see though that her breathing had slightly increased. Then she slowly, and deliberately, slouched in her seat. When she did, I turned the toy off. Once again, she sat right back up. This time though, I did not turn the toy back on. The woman then repositioned herself in what looked like a most uncomfortable way, sitting so straight you would think a board had been placed down her spine. I then rewarded her effort by turning the toy back on. When I did, her mouth reopened and a slight sigh escaped her mouth.
“I wonder how long she can sit so erect?” I thought.
After less than a minute, the woman started to slouch down. When she did, I again turned off the toy. She sat up straight again, and I again turned the toy back on. I was able to see very fine perspiration beginning to form on the woman’s forehead. A few seconds later, she slouched. Immediately, I turned off the toy. She sat back up; I turned it back on.
“When will she learn?” I asked myself, growing both amused and VERY horny. “Why does she keep slouching? Does she grow tired that quickly?”
This time, well over a minute went by, and the woman didn’t slouch. However, her breathing was heavy enough now for the daughter to take notice.
“Are you o.k. Mother?” she asked.
The woman ignored her. The girl did not dare ask her again.
The woman was now beginning to look like she was in pain. Her eyes had a slight squint to them and she sucked in her bottom lip. It was a look I knew well. It was the look of a pussy getting just enough attention to make it itch, but that’s all and nothing more. At this point if I were wearing the butterfly, I would either have to stop or turn it up. For the woman I did neither. I just let the toy continue to every so slightly tickle her clit.
Looking for a way to escape the torturous delight, I noticed the woman lift her feet off the floor of the bus. “Clever woman,” I thought. Lifting her feet off the floor pushed her now dripping pussy harder into the hidden butterfly. For such clever thinking, I rewarded her by slightly increasing the speed of the vibrations. When I did, she closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she rested her feet back on the ground. When she did, I turned off the butterfly. The woman at once sat up straight and lifted her feet about six inches off the ground. I rewarded her once again with ticklish vibrations to her pussy. The woman was now noticeably sweating.
About 30 seconds later, the woman lifted her hand to wipe the fine mist of sweat from her forehead. When she lifted her hand up to her head, I slightly increased the speed of the butterfly. The woman drew in a breath loud enough to make an old woman sitting diagonally from her give her a look. When the woman lowered her hand after dabbing her forehead, I stopped the toy totally. At once, she returned her hand up by her head and I turned the toy back on.
At this point, I could barely contain myself from laughing. What a sight this was. Here was this bitch of a woman sitting across from me as straight as a board, feet off the ground, a hand to her head, sweating like it was a summer day, biting her lower lip, and trying not to moan while desperately trying to get off without her daughter or anyone knowing.
The woman stayed in this humorous position for well over a minute. I was looking for yet another way to make the woman look even more ridiculous. At that moment, the bus slowed down rather quickly due to traffic. To maintain her balance, with her free hand she unconsciously placed it upon her daughter’s thigh. The second she did this, I increased the speed of the butterfly. The daughter jumped at her mother’s touch, and the woman pulled her hand away, looking almost embarrassed. When her hand left her daughter’s thigh, I stopped the delightful vibrations altogether.
The woman repositioned herself in her seat, adjusted her collar, and tried to regain some composure. She must have at that point realized how silly she must be looking. We drove to the next stop, and the woman almost seemed like her old self, just sitting there. However, her pussy must have been yearning for relief, for when the bus started moving again, she started to move about. I could see the conflict in her eyes. She knew she was in a public place (with her young daughter no less), she knew she should be acting like a proper lady, but the burning desire between her legs was a force she could not contain.
Slowly she sat up very erect, looking around as she did so. I kept the toy off. Then she lifted her feet off the floor. I still kept the toy off. The woman then brought her hand to her head and kept it there. “Not yet,” I said to myself, “one more thing.” Then the woman looked at her daughter. The young girl was sitting with her eyes closed. Very slowly I could see the woman’s hand move towards her daughter’s thigh. The woman gently rested her hand on her daughter’s thigh. When she did, I turned the butterfly on a little faster than before.
The woman closed her eyes and drew in a loud breath. I could see people starting to stare. Some where even starting to whisper and point. I was loving it! Then, as if this wasn’t delight enough, the woman started to very slowly rock back and forth, ever so slightly humping the seat. This caused several passengers to start snickering. At this point, the daughter opened her eyes at looked at her mother. The young girl looked extremely confused, but said nothing.
Being an expert with the butterfly, I knew that I still did not have the toy turned on enough to make her cum. But I did know it was turned on enough to make her insane with desire.
The woman still had her eyes closed as she tried to hide the fact that she was humping the seat. I then noticed that her hand that was resting on her daughter’s thigh was slowly starting to make its way up her daughter’s thigh. The closer it got to the top, the faster I made the speed of the vibrations. The woman looked as if she was in pain, now biting her lip and breathing very heavily. Sweat was beginning to roll down her face. I then put the butterfly almost on max speed, enough to make her cum. When I did, she started humping the seat very quickly and noticeably. Unbeknownst to her, almost everyone on the bus was now watching the woman. I still had it in my mind though that this was a torture lesson and, as I said earlier, I was not going to let the bitch cum.
Now, almost wildly humping the seat, the woman started to moan.
“Ohh…my…” she stammered out. “What’s…happening to me?”
The sweat was now pouring off of her. Her face was distorted and she squinted her eyes very tightly shut. She then took her hand off of her forehead and brought it to her left tit and squeezed. She let out a very loud moan and I could tell she was seconds away from orgasm. I stopped the toy. The woman continued to hump the seat, now almost uncontrollably. However, the look on her face told me she needed the vibrations to get off. Like a trained dog, she took her hand from her tit and placed it back on her forehead. I kept the toy off. She sat up straighter. I kept the toy off. She put her hand on her daughter’s thigh and lifted her feet high off the ground. I kept the toy off. “No more,” I laughed to myself.
The woman looked like she wanted to cry. Her pussy must have been absolutely dripping. When she opened her eyes, it was then that she saw the entire bus, even the driver who pulled over, had been watching this show. The woman looked like she wanted to die. Her face flushed bright red with embarrassment. She looked at her daughter who just stared back at her stone faced. The entire bus was silent. The woman stood up, a little wobbly at first, and walked down the aisle of the bus, with her head down in shame. The little girl then got up and started to follow her mother. After a few steps though, she stopped and turned around and looked at me.
“Thank you,” she said with a big smile. “I will never forget this.”
She then turned and got off the bus with her mother. I just sat there stupefied. “How…what…how?” I thought to myself. “What did she mean ‘thank you’?” How could she have possibly known about my trick or that if it was a trick, it was me? I just sat here with my mouth gapped open, unable to figure out how this little girl would know to come up me and thank me. I sat in silence for the rest of my ride.
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