I let a horny stranger touch my wet pussy on the bus and i couldn’t resist.

The bus rattled down the empty night streets, its stale air thick with the mix of exhaust fumes and the faint scent of cheap perfume. I was sprawled across the back seat, thighs splayed wide, a damp stain blooming like a filthy flower on my pineapple-printed thong. The stranger had been eyeing me since he boarded, his hungry gaze locked onto the slick glisten of my pussy lips peeking out from the thin fabric. I could feel his lust, thick and heavy, as he inched closer, his hand trembling as he reached out, fingers brushing against my inner thigh. I shivered, my breath hitching as he dared to push further, his coarse digits tracing the edge of my panties, dipping into the wet heat of my cunt. I moaned softly, legs spreading wider, inviting him deeper. His finger slid inside me, curving to hit that sweet spot, while his thumb circled my clit, rough and insistent. The bus lurched, throwing me against him, his cock hard and throbbing against my side. I reached down, unzipping his pants, freeing his thick shaft. He grunted, fingers working faster, as I stroked him, my hand slick with his pre-cum. The bus stopped suddenly, jolting us apart, but not before I felt his hot load spill onto my thigh, his fingers coated in my juices. We both panted, the bus door hissing open, revealing the deserted street. He glanced at me, a dirty smile playing on his lips, before stepping out into the night, leaving me there, a mess of sweat and cum, my pussy throbbing with unspent desire.