Random LGBT STORIES

I had to walk five blocks to catch the bus, at every corner while I am waiting to cross the street and as I am waiting to cross I feel a hand going up under my skirt.

However just as they were getting near my p.a.n.t.i.e.s I am able to cross the street, I make it to the bus stop. I still have 30 minute wait for the bus to get to the stop.

The ones who kept trying to get to my p.a.n.t.i.e.s did while I had to wait at the stop, these two were again standing by me waiting for the bus, while standing there this time they make it to my p.a.n.t.i.e.s.

I feel two hands touching up under my skirt, one hand finally touched and grabs my p.a.n.t.i.e.s, as the person was grabbing on to my p.a.n.t.i.e.s I could also feel my p.u.s.s.y being touched too.

I did feel my p.a.n.t.i.e.s being removed, I was wearing a pair of p.a.n.t.i.e.s that if you untied either side my p.a.n.t.i.e.s came off.

Now I am standing wearing no p.a.n.t.i.e.s, people who was just walking by got a free peep show of my p.u.s.s.y when a sudden gust of wind lifted up my skirt, without p.a.n.t.i.e.s everyone got a peep show of my n.a.k.e.d p.u.s.s.y.

The bus came just before they got to feel my p.u.s.s.y with their fingers, I got on the bus, the bus was crowded and nobody would offer their seat to a woman.

I was forced to stand in the isle, standing in the isle the fingers did make it up in my p.u.s.s.y, I began feeling someone finger f.u.c.k.i.n.g my p.u.s.s.y, by the time the bus made it to my bus stop I had one o.r.g.a.s.m.

After shopping I got on the same bus to return home, once again the bus was crowded and nobody offered their seat to a woman, not even a handicapped one, so again I had to stand in the isle.

Well once again I began to feel hands going up under my skirt and I began feeling fingers going up in my p.u.s.s.y, once again I was getting finger f.u.c.k.e.d, this time I was getting fingered f.u.c.k.i.n.g faster, harder and a bit deeper until I had another o.r.g.a.s.m.

By the time I got back to the bus stop where I got on the bus, the person who was finger f.u.c.k.i.n.g up my p.u.s.s.y this time had a hold of my skirt, I had no idea why this person had hold of my skirt.

When I try to get off of the bus I lost my skirt, now here I am stepping off the bus completely n.a.k.e.d from the waist down. Once off the bus I received plenty of whistles by the passengers on the bus and everyone on the street as I walked home.

There were two girls and one guy who covered me up with a sweater until I got home, I made it to my house and onto my porch, I gave them back the sweater and thanked them.

I thought for a minute and told them yes, I said they could touch both my b.o.o.b.s and my p.u.s.s.y once we went inside.

So we all went in my house, once inside I removed my blouse and bra, now we are all inside my house and I allowed them to touch my huge n.a.k.e.d b.o.o.b.s and I allowed them to feel and finger my p.u.s.s.y, this went on until I had another o.r.g.a.s.m, I felt wonderful after that.