Mini-Bus

I was just having a bad afternoon… #Public #Strangers

First of all, it was raining when I got off work, so I had to run for the bus shelter. Let my hair down to wring it out, and hung up my jacket.

Then, there was an accident in the intersection. Just when the bus came, I heard the wheels skid, and looked up just in time to see the van come down the hill. Brakes locked, it ran the red light, and plowed into the side of the bus.

Thank goodness nobody was hurt, but then a bunch of people got off. Most of them went off on their own ways, but there were 3 teenage boys that made their way over to the shelter. By then, I was cold, and pulled my jacket down from the hook.

It was still damp, but I huddled on the bench while the boys hung around, and joked. I was a little intimidated, because they were obviously laughing at me. Looking over, then leaning in to make another lewd comment I couldn’t hear.

The cloudburst had already passed us by, so the rain stopped after soaking me, but that left my blouse clinging to my bra, and semi-transparent. At least it was cotton, white collar clerical job, so I had to dress professional for it. Now, I felt like a drowned rat, but all this negative attention from the high school boys.

I never got much positive attention from boys in high school. I was a late bloomer, a bookworm (CPA/MBA in college) I had glasses, and braces until Junior year. So, I was self conscious, and miserable, but the situation took me back to those feelings. I certainly didn’t feel attractive, nor sexy until the backup ride pulled up.

The boys, standing on the curb got on first, then took up the bench seat across the back. That just left 1 seat across from the wheelchair lift, but without a handicapped person, it wasn’t folded up to strap the wheelchair down. “Huh!” Despite the fact that I’d only walked across the sidewalk, and a step down the aisle, I sighed when I sat down.

The seat was comfortable, padded with a headrest, and even a seat-belt that I didn’t use, but the boys were quiet. Behind me, I must have drifted off. Even with the rattle of the wheelchair lift, once the adrenaline wore off, I just crashed. Warm, and fairly dry, I just let myself sleep, and started dreaming things that I hardly remembered when we hit a bump.

“Huh!” I felt a hand release my bra-cup, and slip out from under the side of my blazer. I blinked, but didn’t look back, when I realized that I’d just been sexually assaulted. Then, I heard deep harsh whispers. Snickers, and chuckles, but I closed my eyes again. This time, I waited to see if whomever it was would get brave, and grope me again.

I don’t know why I let them, and it was them. All 3 of them took turns reaching out to touch me, sexually. I just pretended to be asleep, and let myself enjoy the pleasure. Happily married, with kids I didn’t think about any more than my husband, but I got an exhibitionist thrill out of the fact that this was right out in public.

Any moment, the bus driver could look back in the rearview, and catch them in the act. They got braver, and I think one knelt down behind the seat to feel my leg. Through my pant-leg, which had somehow stayed dry, but I was starting to feel damp, and warm between them. Another hand, both right hands, but the one on the seat behind both of us continued groping my tit.

Of course, pregnancy, and nursing had filled me out. To a decent C cup, which reminded me of the special bras I’d worn, until our youngest weaned. Some had padded flaps to catch the milk, and pull out of the way. Others were simply front clasp, so I could unhook them, and pull up my top.

I’d worn a regular comfortable bra, with hooks in the rear, and full cups. To support my breasts, without any risk of one slipping out. Safe for Work bras, which I regretted. Aching for him to slip the right one up. Feel the nipple to rub, and pinch through my top, and I fell asleep again, dreaming of them all three.

2 of them sucking my nipples, while the third was down between my legs. His tongue wiggling wetly into my hole, and licking up to slick back my clit hood. Flick up and down my switch before going back down to eat out my baby maker again, and again. Not even close to my first gangbang fantasy, but it had always been fantasy up until then, and I like to take my time.

When I’m alone, my day off, with the house to myself. Enjoy hours of laid back masturbation, and porn. Orgasm after orgasm, but in no hurry to wear myself out, and sometimes so distracted that the climax can sneak up. I can forget that’s my hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples, and a dildo stuck to the corner of the coffee table by the suction cup. Another one in my mouth to suck, and a butplug tucked where the sun doesn’t shine. So, I can close my eyes, and just imagine all my wholes filled by hot young hormonal boys.

“Huh, boys.” I finally, just turned sideways in my seat, and rubbed the matted hair off the side of my head. From the window, it had gotten a little crusty, and the split ends frizzed from the humidity. The charge in the air from the lightning, and every hair standing on end in the excitement.

They jumped back, and tried to look innocent. After I’d just caught them with their hands between my legs, and fondling my breast. Respectively, the one in the middle got up from behind my seat. He didn’t have a window to look out of, instead of at me, so he just turned his head. Back, and forth, as if shaking his head “No,” and looking for support from his friends.

“Huh, let me.” I started unbuttoning my shirt from the top. “Take these wet clothes off.” Revealing a bra cup in the side, and all 3 pairs of eyes locked on the breast slowly coming into view. Then, the bus puled up at the downtown station, so we had to get off.

Literally, and figuratively speaking, though we had to find a semi-private corner. In the busy downtown hub, evening commuters like me. On their way to the park, and ride, or all the way home if they didn’t have a car. (We had 2, but our eldest took the old one to school, to pick up the kids after school.)

“Huh!” I backed into the corner, and got down, pulling my blouse over my head, so I could slip off my bra straps, and they got down with me. To grope, and fondle my chest, rub my nipples with their thumbs, and even bend down to suckle them. While I got my trousers open, pulled down with my undies, and the boy in the middle. The one that had gotten down behind my seat to feel my leg, over my lap, and even rub my crotch in the seat.

“Uh fuck me, fingerfuck me, and get your dicks out!”

Then, 2 of them were up, and rubbing their dicks on my face, while I turned back and forth to suck one, then the other.

“Uh!” almost fell forward off the seat. The bus pulled up at another stop, and the driver leaned over to yell out the door. “There was an accident with the regular bus, but where you going?”

I looked back, at the empty seats, and wondered when the boys got off. Literally speaking, since I’d nodded off at least once. I wondered how much I had dreamed, and if any of them had actually reached up under the side of my blazer to grope me in the first place.

A little old lady got on, with her groceries, and I saw the store across the parking lot. “Here,” I got up, and moved back to the back seat. The bench, deciding whether to lay down, or scoot over behind the other passenger. Where the bus driver probably couldn’t see me either, but I told myself that it was all a dream.

I honestly don’t know, but I got my phone out to text my husband. [There was an accident, so I’m running late.]

He sent back [Well, I can order dinner, how late we talking here?]

[Can you come get me at the downtown bus station? I’m lonely, and horny, and it’s been a long day.] I finished unbuttoning my collar, and pulled it open to take a selfy of my cleavage.

[Okay! Don’t have to tell me twice, where can I meat you?]

“Uh!” I rolled my eyes, but he loved a good dad joke, before we even became parents.

[I’ll let you know when I find it, hurry.] I didn’t have to wait, to frantically finger out an orgasm. Right behind the little old lady in the corner, with my bra unhooked, and my hand in my blouse. The mini-bus was so late that we just drove right past empty bus stops, and it was like an Express to the downtown station. I just had to bite my lips to hold back my moans to choked off grunts. Sniffing loudly, and turning to cover myself in case the shopper looked back to catch me in the act, but I’d never been so bold before.

So horny that I couldn’t wait to find a place, with a little more privacy. I kept my eyes crashed, just to see if anybody looked through the windows from the middle lane, or the sidewalk. Especially stopped at lights, but fortunately it was mostly cars too low to look up over the side of the van.

I only had one, but then I remembered the back patio. [The Veranda, behind Nana’s Kitchen.] A few blocks away from the buildings that take up a whole block. Downtown, but in a neighborhood where most of the old townhouses were converted into businesses. The restaurant was in a historical building, and old Victorian home surrounded by porches on almost all sides.

Mostly a breakfast, and lunch place during the week. Brunch on the weekends, but they also had a food truck that sold mostly Mediterranean flat breads. Gyros, Falafel, tacos, and burritos so you could grab them, and go. During the week, it was closed early except for on Fridays. The step-van backed in to the driveway to be loaded up again in the morning. They also do catering, but they had 1 table set up on the back porch. Down some stairs, underneath an awning for the kitchen staff.

It was empty, dry, and semi-private. So, I got out my phone, and searched for a Housewife Gangbanged video I hadn’t watched already. Waiting for my husband to show up, I got my blouse open. My bra unhooked, and a hand back down my pants to get nice and ready for him.

Before he showed up, I knew that I was wide away. Daydreaming, but for once my fantasy came true. I crossed my legs, and covered up when I heard a window slide open. Across the courtyard, of sorts. Apparently, the townhouses on the next street over were residential, because some even younger boys leaned out.

I don’t know how old, I didn’t ask, but the younger one looked like a middle-schooler. Maybe one of the more under-developed freshmen, so within a year of thirteen, but his older brother had the confidence to speak up.

“Hey lady.” He put his hands up. “You don’t have to cover up your titties. It’s okay, we don’t mind.”

“Huh!” I leaned back, and scooted out to spread my legs. Pull aside the corners of my blouse, and sit up to take that off. Then, my bra slipped off my arms to drop on the table, but my voice sounded husky. “You don’t have to just look, you boys can come down, and touch them if you want.”

“You bet!” The younger one jumped up, and said “Help me down.” Backed out feet first, so the older boy could lower him by both hands, but that gave me plenty of time to kick off my shoes. I got up, and moved over to the wooden steps. Down from the kitchen door, it was still dark, and they had bars on the windows. Even in such a nice neighborhood, if someone was going to break in.

I pulled my pants, and underwear down, then sat back. The eldest hung down, and dropped from the sill, but the young one ran up immediately. Giggling excitedly, and his cold hands went right for my chest. Stark naked, right out in the open, it occurred to me that there were so many windows. All dark, but somebody could look out any minute, and if they didn’t turn on the light, I’d have no way of knowing.

I pulled the boy down to my chest, by the neck. “Suck my nipples.” I patted it, and turned, to hold the other one up to his lips. To root around, kiss and suckle it while his brother came up behind him with his shirt off.

“You like to suck dick?” He looked down long enough to get his pants open, his boner out, and it was small, but I didn’t care. He was young, and hard for me, so I just grinned, and nodded, excitedly. “Oh, oomph! Smup!” It slipped out, and bumped my nose, so I could rub it back and forth wetly across my face, kiss, and suck his hairy little balls just to get his sperm swimming, then let them pop out to stick it in my mouth, and suck it hungrily.

“Uh!” He held my head, and humped my face. No where near gagging me, but bumping the top of my mouth, then sliding back when he sank in the press my nose against his pubes. I stuck my tongue out to swipe back and forth between his balls, until they tightened up, and twitch.

“Aw fuck, huh!” He shook, and his knees slipped off my shoulders.

“Hey, ow!” His brother let go, and rubbed his head, but then I felt the wet sticky spurts splash on my neck. Run down, and he aimed it at my tits. Shuddering uncontrollably, with his eyes squeezed tight, I grabbed his little buttocks, and pulled him in, shaking my shoulders to bouce his spurting pud back and forth until he stopped.

“Huh!” he got up, and caught the hand rail. “Jeeze,” still weak kneed, he stepped back off the bottom stair, and pulled his pants up.

“Come here,” I waved his little brother, “And get your dick out. Now it’s your turn.” It was even smaller, and barely hairy at all, but I had to spit curls out of my lips. “You’re a virgin.” I didn’t even ask, but he looked back at his brother. Who closed his mouth, and waved him on.

“Go on.” I slipped off the step, and put my legs down. Holding his little barely pubertal penis between my fingers to guide it into my willing hole.

“Uh fuck, just hold it.” I felt back to hold him in by the cheeks. “Don’t cum, don’t cum yet, just hold it inside me.”

He squealed, and started shaking even faster than his brother, so I just closed my eyes, and put my head back.

“Huh!” Felt the slow vibrations of his young quivering body against my pubes, hoping it would bring me off, or at least closer to the next climax, but he didn’t last that long. Finally, he collapsed. So, my cum covered body stuck to his shirt, and I held him. His young trembling body. He went soft, and fell out, but I wondered silently if he was still shooting blanks?

Not that it mattered, I was on birth control. As much to stop the periods, and put off going menopausal. Keep my biological clock from ringing out of control, but then the older one said. “You better pull your pants up, so we can go back in.”

“Huh, yeah.” I let him go, despite the twisted maternal longing, which just made me feel incestuous toward a boy that wasn’t my own. I never had any interest in my own family members, and despite what came over me, when I was feeling that low.

Like a drowned rat, and unattractive, until those boys started giving me unwanted attention. The first three, I suppose that’s what caused my wet dreams on the bus. But then these 2 gave me the attention I craved, and I didn’t care how young they were, but the eldest had to help the youngest up. Then climb up on his own, my husband waited on the side porch until they turned out the light.

“Couldn’t wait?” I jumped, picking up my clothes, and trying to figure out how I was going to wash the load off my body. let alone explain what happened when my husband showed up.

“Oh, honey. I.” I didn’t know what to say, but then a lump in my throat choked up, and I tried to swallow. Shaking my head, and trying to think of some way to explain what just happened. Of course, I’d been fantasizing for the better part of an hour about somebody seeing me. Catching me in the act so the thrill became so powerful, it downed out any and all reason.

“Huhah!’ He chuckled, unbuckling his belt. “Well, you did say to hurry, but when you said you’re horny, I had no idea!”

“Oh!” I practically jumped on the table, and knocked the ashtrays off to make room, but without another word. He came up behind me, sank into me, and gave me the good rough deep dicking I needed to finally satisfy me.

“Huh!” Of course, he knew my tastes. He’d caught me masturbating when he got home, and even let me suck him off, while he rubbed the butt-plug with the dildo in my snatch. So, I could close my eyes, and imagine that it was finally happening. I was finally getting gangbanged, and that threesome with the neighborhood brothers. (I mean literally, they weren’t black, or anything. If only they were!)

“Uh!” He pulled out, and I don’t know if that was the first shot that ran out. Down my legs, or the little boy had left a load for my husband to fuck out, but finally the last wad shot up my back to stick to it, and run down when I stood up.

“Huh, honey. Oh,” I turned around, and hugged him. “Uh, I. I’m sorry, I cheated on you.” With a teenager, and a tween for I know. I little middle school boy, and then I got to cuddle with him like a son, just for the incestuous thrill. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Well, from the looks of it,” he joked, “You didn’t know Who came over you?” He felt up my back, to rub it in. “Present company accepted.”

“You’re not mad?”

He patted my ass, “What are you kidding? This is the hottest thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“Really?” I didn’t tell him that I didn’t do it for him.

“Huh, yeah. I always wanted to gangbang you, get dressed.” He fixed his pants, and got his phone out, while I stuck my bra, and blouse to my jizm sticky body.

“Who you calling?”

“A couple friends, they always wanted to fuck you.”

“Really?”

“Come on, yeah? You’re the hottest mom on the block, but they never thought you’d go for it.”

“A gangbang?”

“Yeah, if you can take it.”

“Well, how many guys we talking about?”

“How many you want?”

“The more the merrier.” He held up his phone, while I was still buttoning up my blouse.

Half naked, he said “Say cheese.”

“Cheese,” I posed, showing my bra, and he turned the phone. Pointed down so he could get my bare hairy muff in the picture, too.

“Get dressed, I’ll go get the car.”

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