0.8 times of masturbation on the shuttle bus

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I'm currently interning at a Japanese company as a translator. The workload isn't heavy, it's quite easy, and the pay is good—it's a pretty good job. I commute by company shuttle bus every day, which takes about an hour. The bus ride is so boring that people usually fall asleep shortly after boarding, and then get off at their stop.

Today, for some reason, about 10 minutes before I was supposed to finish work, I started feeling hot down there and really wanted to have sex. Not knowing what to do, I remembered I had about an hour on the bus, so I bravely went to the restroom and took off my underwear. I was wearing a knee-length skirt today, so even if I was naked, no one would notice. My face felt burning as I took it off in the stall. After taking it off, I hid it in my bag and walked out of the restroom as if nothing had happened. But on the way from the restroom to the office, I felt like everyone was staring at me. This is the first time I've ever been naked.

The bell rang, and I jogged to the shuttle bus door, holding my bag in front of me. As I ran, I felt the soft, furry texture swaying in the wind, tickling my skin. The bumpy ride on my buttocks, without my pants holding me back, felt surprisingly pleasant. The thought of touching my anus among everyone on the bus made me feel instantly wet.

Finally, I boarded the bus and chose a seat towards the back. I placed my bag on the chair next to me and pretended the bus was occupied. I also scattered various small items around me, telling everyone who asked that the bus was taken. As more and more people arrived, I became increasingly nervous, my voice trembling slightly when someone asked, "Is anyone here?"

The bus started moving, and soon everyone was asleep. As I hoped, no one disturbed me.

It was my first time doing this on a bus, and I didn't know which position was best, so I tried different positions while touching myself. I placed a few tissues under my buttocks because I was very wet, and it wouldn't be good if they noticed when I got off. I quietly lifted my skirt to thigh height, nervously observing the surrounding movements as I reached my

hand towards the opening. I leaned forward, resting my head on the back of the chair to block my view. Because I couldn't see, I didn't realize I let out a groan and discovered I was already soaking wet. This felt more stimulating than touching myself ten times at home.

I kept my lips tightly closed, but the groan involuntarily escaped my throat. So I opened my mouth, pretending to breathe heavily, but that didn't work either. So I took out my makeup bag from my bag and bit it. This was my first time exposing myself in public, and I was incredibly nervous, so nervous that I was sweating profusely and trembling all over, like the spasms before an orgasm. I tormented my tender clitoris with two fingers, and with my left hand, I stroked my already swollen breasts through my shirt. Although I hadn't taken them off, the pleasure from the environment was beyond imagination. Everyone else was fast asleep, and only I was doing something shameful with my face flushed.

Gradually, even through my clothes, I could clearly feel my erect nipples. I circled my areola with my index finger, teasing them until they grew even larger, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my brain. I was getting increasingly wet down there; the tissues I'd used earlier were probably useless now. Since no one was watching, I simply lifted my skirt completely. The rough, plush chair rubbing against my slippery flesh felt like a thousand tiny ants crawling on me. I arched my back, making full contact with the soft fabric in the confined space, then frantically rubbed back and forth,

unbuttoning my shirt, tearing off my bra and tossing it into my bag. Then I focused intently on caressing my white breasts, not with the frantic rubbing of the other day, but with gentle, nudging motions. I gently pinched my nipples, my fingertips tracing the contours of them, even the small bumps on the areola seemed to feel the pleasure and become incredibly excited. I silently cried out "No, no!" but my hands wouldn't stop, and my lower body continued its wanton rubbing back and forth. By now, the chair must have been soaked with my fluids.

I knew the driver could see how restless I was, and maybe he even guessed what I was doing, but I didn't care anymore. I kept squeezing and spreading my legs, my thighs soaked with my juices. Every time I brought my legs together, I felt an intense pleasure. The pleasure made me stand on my tiptoes, my calves taut. If I weren't here, I probably would have already raised my legs and started probing my sensitive spot with three fingers.

The stimulation from inside and outside my vagina made my body stiff. I opened my mouth but dared not moan. I squeezed my legs together, feeling the intense spasms deep inside my vagina. I grabbed my breasts, letting my nipples suffer against the back of the chair. The rough fabric pricked my two round, white mounds like needles, slowly turning them red...

Unfortunately, I was still a little way from orgasm. If I were at home, I probably would have screamed by now.

With the train approaching the station, I hurriedly wiped away the sweat and straightened my clothes. I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear...

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