Caught on Public Transportation
Everybody's probably experienced that moment where they're busted with some form of racy material. Here's my version of it. Instead of watching porn, though, I was listening to it. It wasn't some teenager getting caught by their mother while masturbating. No, I was a middle-aged woman with a successful career, commuting home from work.
I had a high-pressure job in the city, managing multiple IT projects that were all going downhill. All day, I had to deal with the conflicting demands from the software developers, who were in charge of the real work, and with the unreasonable demands from above. I was the one taking the flak for all the failures. In short, I was the fall guy for the problems in the business.
To help me unwind and relieve the stress, I discovered the pleasure of erotica. I opted for porn movies but found them a tad too explicit. In contrast, erotic literature allowed me to use my imagination. The authors' stories fuelled my fantasies, and the build-up to the climax was just right for mine. It let me escape from the troubles of my job and bring my focus back to what truly mattered.
My preferences were for FFM threesome stories. I loved imagining the dynamic between the three characters - who was in charge, who followed, and who was in the middle. It was fun exploring different situations that led to a threesome, but I particularly adored the sex scenes themselves. I envisioned myself in their place - engaging in sexual activities with a man and a woman. It made all the worries from work disappear.
While I appreciate different FFM genres, I had a weak spot for taboo and incest themes. Nothing extreme, just stories of daughters seducing their fathers or mothers with their sons. It was even more embarrassing when I was caught red-handed.
I didn't have kids of my own - the boat had sailed long ago - and I was contentedly married to a quiet, good-looking gentleman. I had no sexual attraction towards my parents, but the thought of a sexy threesome or two horny siblings with their father was enough to get my blood pumping.
At the age of 40, a petite woman with a few grey hair strands, I assumed I looked younger than I was. On the bus, with nothing but an audiobook to keep me company, I doubt anyone would have assumed I was listening to something risqué.
Since my house was on the outskirts of town, the bus journey took quite a while and had multiple stops. There was a faster express bus, but I often had to stay back late for work. This meant I had the majority of the ride to myself, as most passengers left early on.
During this journey, I sat near the back of the bus, close to the back wheels. The only other passengers were a young couple sitting opposite me, ahead of the back entrance. They were quite evidently into each other, playing playfully. He had ginger messy hair that covered his neck but didn't reach his squared shoulders. She was a slim girl in a mini skirt, with straight black hair and bright red lips and deep brown eyes.
I navigated my phone's interface to the essay I started listening to that morning. I'd only made it halfway on my way into work that day, and this intriguing plot kept my mind occupied throughout the day.
The story centred around Rae and her stepbrother, Marcus. They were both freshmen in college still living at home and their parents were away on a cruise to celebrate their 25th anniversary.
Being young and still figuring things out, they couldn't handle it alone. College was also happening during the affordable cruise season which led to the necessity of supervision while their parents were away. Their aunt, the step-aunt Trish, stepped in to look after them.
The predicament caused by the conflicting priorities of a cheap cruise and college exams left Rae and Marcus in dire need of a minder.
A set of detailed regulations was given by their parents, but Trish opted for a more laid-back approach, only abiding by the absolute necessities. Consequently, the trio had a smooth time, and the children hoped to see their folks less frequently.
As my narrative progressed, the scene and the characters were introduced. Flirty moments had popped up between the aunt and her nephew and niece before she departed for work, leaving the youngsters to buckle down for their exams.
The audio resumed, and a comforting feminine voice recounted the story.
Marcus battled to concentrate on his physics revisions. Textbooks were sprawled open with scattered pages across his desk. He'd endeavored to make sense of the formulas, but they merely appeared as an incoherent jumble of Greek symbols. He decided to memorize the formulas instead of understanding them.
He read the formula out loud: "s = u * t + 0.5 * t^2". He repeated it a few times.
Following that, he shut his eyes and tried to remember the formula. "s equals u plus half...darn! I'll never comprehend this nonsense."
Upon opening his eyes, he noticed his step-sister Rae standing in the doorway, attired in a chic white tank and casual running shorts. She propped herself against the frame with her blonde locks dangling down, catching Marcus's attention.
With my earphones, I discovered that there was a complication. I'd encountered this predicament before. They seemed weak, as if the batteries might be draining.
I incremented the volume through the little buttons on the phone. It unquestionably grew marginally better. The lady on the bus shifted her gaze in my direction and fumed for a tad longer than what is conventionally thought acceptable, but then proceeded to resume conversing with her lover.
Rae loitered in the doorway in a come-hither attitude to maintain Marcus's focus.
"It's so strenuous to study for such an extended duration," she groused. "There are so various subjects, and the exams last for weeks. I'm not positive I can maintain this."
Marcus concurred, "Indeed, it's a struggle."
"I've simply been gazing at my books, and at the end of the page, I comprehend that I haven't assimilated any of it," said Rae.
"The same here."
"What do you signify?" inquired Rae with astonishment. "I've always reckoned you're exceptionally intelligent, engaging in physics and such. I thought you could study like a device."
"False. It's a battle for me too."
"That's sickening," she grinned in a supportive manner. "I find you very shrewd. And dashing and muscular as well. I've always felt that even though we brawl sometimes."
"Aw, thanks." remarked Marcus, feeling a bit sheepish. "I think you're quite sweet too."
"My mind digressed while I was meant to be learning," complained Rae, desperately looking for reasons to perpetuate the conversation.
"What were you pondering?" asked Marcus, grateful for the distraction from his books.
"You truly want to know?"
"Definitely."
"A few things," responded Rae.
"Which ones?" enquired Marcus.
"You."
"Oh right."
"Sex."
I cranked the volume slightly louder. It was evident where this dialogue was headed, and I didn't want to miss the main points.
The pair before me were becoming increasingly intimate now. Although they were immersed in each other's embraces, she kept turning around to look back at me. It appeared as if she were anxious to avoid offending me, or maybe she was a thrill-seeker who enjoyed an audience. She without a doubt made sure our eyes contacted.
I made every effort to pay close attention to the narration.
"Interesting," Rae declared. "We've coexisted for so long now, but I've never really perceived you. I mean truly perceived."
"Yes," said Marcus.
Rae's flirting continued. "Don't you find it difficult to study when you're simply so randy?"
"Certainly."
"Have you ever jerked off?" Rae inquired, studying Marcus's reactions.
"On occasions."
"I do too. After I climax, I can no longer fathom sex and merely focus once again."
"Yeah, me too," stated Marcus, feeling his cock swelling with the risqué chatter and the presence of Rae's youthful body.
"Did you recently masturbate?"
Marcus refused to tell her the truth that he hadn't ejaculated in nearly two days and that could have been what prevented him from grasping those baffling ballistics notes.
"No. Perhaps I should."
"Perhaps I should do it for you?" Rae proposed, sauntering into the room.
"What?" questioned Marcus incredulously, still incapable of acknowledging the scene that was unfolding.
The conversation was arousing me and I could sense my pussy tingling as I visualized the sexual tensions between the siblings. I glanced over to the couple on the bus and noticed that they were still preoccupied with each other. I identified the onboard bus camera and positioned it away from me. I inspected the reflections on the windows all around the bus and realized the angles didn't allow for the driver or couple to get a glimpse.
The windows on the bus were rather high up, so passengers couldn't peek in, and I felt secure to let my fingers glide under my dress and into my underwear. I steadily moved my finger up and down my damp slit to add to my sensory experience as the story progressed.
Rae sauntered confidently into her stepbrother's room and slid onto his lap sideways. He could feel her firm buttocks directly through her loose shorts. She kissed his ear and whispered, "Let's help each other release some stress. Then we can focus on our studies."
Rae snuggled into Marcus's neck while he enjoyed the attention. He was hesitant as to how to respond, but he set his pen down on the desk and allowed his hands to wander up and down her back, slipping beneath her tank top to stroke her flawless skin.
My earbuds still weren't secure, so I pulled on them tightly and pushed them further into my ears. I became quite excited as the narrative's tempo increased, so I didn't want to miss any of the racy details.
I noticed that there was a curious parallel between the story and the behavior of the couple in front of me. When the story described Rae sitting on Marcus's lap, you know what happened? That's right, the girl shifted and sat on her boyfriend's lap. And when Rae was kissing Marcus's ear, she did the same thing. Additionally, the girl frequently glanced back at me as if she could read my thoughts.
Rae gazed into Marcus's eyes, their noses almost touching. He clutched her head in his strong hands and pulled her face into his own, harshly connecting their lips in a forceful kiss. His mouth opened and her tongue reached out to meet his. For a moment, their tongues touched, exposing their history of petty arguments. All the years of unexpressed emotions dissipated in that single kiss.
Rae pulled away promptly. She dismounted from his lap, crouched down between his legs, and found herself between his knees. With rising excitement, Rae unfastened and unzipped his shorts, revealing a straining penis itching to break free.
Rae curled her fingers under the elastic, and carefully pulled Marcus's erection out. She held the shaft in both hands, guided the member downwards, made eye contact with Marcus, and gently licked the tip of his member.
I gazed out the window as the visuals became more graphic and pictured the scenes in my mind. The characters were utilizing a practical strategy - destressing through a satisfying sexual encounter definitely works for me. When I turned back, I identified that the girl had left the bus. Or so I believed. As I considered the vehicle, I found that she had hidden herself behind the seat and her head was almost touching her boyfriend's groin. He stared directly ahead and I caught a glimpse of his hand landing on the back of the girl's head.
As the audio continued, she occasionally popped her head up just enough for her eyes to peek over the seat back and catch my gaze before retreating to focus on her boyfriend. I couldn't see around corners, and the reflection angles in the windows didn't align, but I had a general idea of what she was doing. Good for her. And good for him too!
Marcus began thrusting his hips and his hand tightly grasped her hair. Rae tasted his pre-cum on her tongue and knew that Marcus was on the verge of an orgasm. She let him press down on her head three more times to push him closer to climax, and then sat erect, allowing his length to escape from her lips. She watched as it twitched, yearning for feedback, demanding her mouth to bring him to orgasm.
"Now, dear, it's your turn," Rae said, her lips a few inches away from Marcus's face.
The girl on the bus sat up abruptly and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. She looked at me, then at her boyfriend. I observed his handsome face for the first time.
I studied my phone to find that I was around three-quarters of the way through the story.
Marcus wrapped his arm around his sister's back and easily hoisted her. He placed her buttocks heavily on his desk, on top of his study materials.
The woman held her legs tight to her chest as he softly guided her back into a comfortable position. Marcus angled at the waist as he drew near to her moist opening, cocooned within her skimpy shorts. The aroma was seducing him, and he pressed kisses on her wet folds through the fabric, sending chills throughout her form.
Marcus skillfully moved her shorts to the side, making sure to avoid catching any of her tiny strands of pubic hair as he shifted the clothing. Her pussy was soaking wet, with droplets of gleaming liquid trickling down her slit. He extended his tongue and licked from her vulva to her enlarged clit, hesitating slightly before touching her sensitive button.
Another person's finger followed suit, casually twirling around their sensitive clit, coated in their own secretions.
The two occupants on the bus nonchalantly glanced at each other and then started making out. During that time, you might have called it "parking lips" as they engrossed themselves in deep kissing, their lips never breaking connection.
My fingers were becoming quite aroused from listening to the tale and by witnessing the couple. In fact, I was envisioning that the couple on the bus were, in reality, Rae and Marcus, and maybe I was the elder aunt responsible for watching over them. My pointer finger made its way into my vagina and I swirled it around to massage the G-spot that resided near the front of my sex.
The bus was just too noisy, with the mobile engine droning persistently. I fiddled with my phone's volume control to raise the sound as much as possible, leaving smudges of my cunt juices on the screen.
Bang, bang, bang - someone was pounding at the door like thunder.
"Marcus, are you in there?" inquired Aunt Trish from outside his bedroom door. "I'm coming in."
Rae and Marcus leapt up and hastily smoothed their clothing. Marcus, at least, managed to connect a button, but it was merely a half-hearted attempt to conceal his erection. The siblings stood opposite each other, feeling and appearing guilty.
"Rae - where are you?" asked Trish as she stepped inside. "I returned home and I was unsure of where you youngsters were. I need to keep an eye on you."
"We're sorry, Trish," said Rae, sheepishly.
"Were you two fighting?" inquired Trish. "Your parents warned me that you often quarrel."
Rae and Marcus exchanged glances and giggled. "No, we didn't lock horns, Trish. We're fine."
"Have you been drinking or smoking? You have upcoming exams to deal with?"
"No," they both responded in unison.
"I need to be certain. I have a duty to perform. Allow me to test your breath, Marcus. Take a deep breath and exhale onto me."
Marcus hesitated. What the heck was happening? He hadn't had a drink or smoked, so he instinctively blew into Trish's face.
Trish's eyes blinked rapidly like dice, landing like lightning. She sensed the scent of a lady - akin to the odor of the sea - a somewhat salty and earthy fragrance that can only ever be discerned nor ever forgotten.
"And you, Rae?" she asked, turning toward her. "Your turn." Trish bent her head slightly and delivered a long, lingering kiss onto Rae's lips, allowing her to consume the remnants of Marcus's excitement.
This section was indeed exciting, but the sound was still too soft for my liking. I feverishly explored the phone's settings. Sometimes, there's a master volume control on the device, but the application has its own volume settings as well. If you don't crank up them both, the sound can be reduced. However, there was no such option. I refocused on the narrator as the text was highlighted by a yellow rectangle.
"You've been having sex!" exclaimed Trish.
Marcus and Rae gawked at each other. They didn't know what to say.
"Don't be mad, Trish," begged Rae.
"Not angry? I'm not angry. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. It's like a dream come true," she said with delight.
"What do you imply?" inquired Marcus.
"Now that it's out in the open, we can make it official," added Trish. "I can participate as well. Let's have some fun if you're up to it." Trish undid the buttons of her blouse. [2]
I was enthusiastically anticipating hearing every detail. After missing chances for threesomes in my past, I was now experiencing them only through stories.
I attempted to block out the bus engine noise by putting my hands over my ears. However, it didn't work - everything grew quiet - the bus, the couple, even the sounds from the young couple. What was going on?
I glanced at the couple on the bus, and the girl was mimicking buttoning a shirt. Although her minidress didn't really have buttons, she looked directly at me and slowly twisted her fingers down her chest.
I removed my ears and took the headphones off. The story's narrator's voice continued.
Oh no! I checked the icon on my phone. The headphone image was in red. My headphones had not been working at all and I'd been inadvertently sharing porn with an audience of two and the bus driver.
I was mortified. I hurriedly lowered the volume and hit pause. I looked out the window, hoping to avoid eye contact, but I only saw the mortified reflection of myself.
The girl strolled up the bus aisle, nonchalantly grabbing the handles of the seats to guide her path.
"Hey, why did you stop that? We were enjoying it. It was a great vibe for my boyfriend and me," she inquired.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of that," I said.
She said, "We thought you might want to join us? Do you?" The girl's boyfriend even turned around in his seat and was looking back at me with a smile and sparkling eyes.
"I'm old enough to be your parent," I explained.
"Or perhaps our aunt," she suggested, in a flirtatious tone.
I quickly hit the next-stop button on the bus. I was panicking and had no idea what to do, but I knew I needed to escape that uncomfortable situation.
The bus stopped just a few minutes later, and I muttered more apologies to the girl and her boyfriend, as well as something to the driver that I can't recall. I gathered up my belongings and rushed out of the bus into the darkness of the suburban night.
I played back the trip in my mind. I was mortified, but also felt a pang of regret. What would have happened if I'd accepted their offer? Would my husband ever find out, or would he even care? I wondered if the couple took that same bus frequently, and if I would encounter them again.
My heart was beating rapidly and various emotions filled my mind. There was much to process, much to consider, and the encounter with the girl had been quite stressful. There were still a couple of miles to walk back home, and it was going to be a long journey. I pressed play on my phone to listen to the story's ending.
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