I sat on the bus home with Caroline, both of us giggling in our newly bought designer panties. The eyes of my upskirt admirers lit up when we boarded. Some elbowed their mates and nodded in my direction, so they didn't miss my visual announcement that I was back. Also, I had brought the voluptuous Caroline with me. Her boobs alone had the mob drooling over their quickly erecting cocks.
Caroline made sure she was noticed walking like a supermodel up the aisle to the driver showing off her long stockinged legs, heavenly exposed in her micro-mini. I looked around the bus, which was busier than usual. That excited me. The bigger the audience, the better. It was more exciting to have a forest of erections standing to attention, pleading to get at my youthful snatch.
We slowly walked upstairs together to warm up our admirers with a quick teasing flash to keep them up.
"What did you say to the bus driver?" I asked flippantly as my mind was already in a frenzy of sexual excitement.
"Nothing, I just thought I knew him, that's all," said Caroline. She looked around the top level of the bus, seeing the sparsely spattering of passengers. "How come there are so few people up here, and yet it's crowded downstairs?"
I gave her a knowing smile, trying my best to hide my conceited thoughts. I knew my presence had attracted many male passengers to wait downstairs to look up my skirt. Old men who were desperate for anything vaguely sexual to kick start their dicks again.
We sat in our micro-minis, giggling in sexual anticipation the nearer the bus got to my home stop.
"I never thought you have such a big following. So when you said men gathered at the bottom of the stairs, I expected around ten at the most," confessed Caroline.
"I've built up a following," I admitted, "And the space for prams gives a lot more room for my following."
The excitement proved too much for Caroline, and it wasn't long before she pushed me back with a hard kiss while parting my legs and stroking up between with stocking-clad thighs.
I sighed with relief as I was bursting with sexual tension. As soon as Caroline's expert fingers found their way to my into my panties, I felt my wetness surge forward. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as she quickly worked her fingers deep into me. Caroline pulled back in a heated rush.
"Fuck, your as turned on as me," she whispered before reasserting the double-pronged attack of her moist tongue in my mouth and fingers in my pussy. I spread my legs so she could work me easier and let my tongue dance with hers. My nipples hardened with our heaving breasts pounding each other.
I knew people were watching us kissing and sighed heavily as Caroline went to work on my neck, driving me to a divine high. I was excited by the salivating men downstairs waiting to view my panties. Caroline's fingers were sliding so easily in and out of my pussy, a sure sign I was turned on. Then, she started to circle my clit with her thumb, lightly caressing my sensitivity through the material of my ultralight designer panties. It was sensory overload, and a storm of ecstasy forged down to my nether regions. I urgently gasped and cried out.
"Stop!" But that was a red rag to Caroline who rubbed, and probed my pussy harder and bit into my neck. It caused a sensation that I had only felt once before.
"Stop. I think I'm going to squirt!" I squealed urgently.
Caroline smiled broadly as she looked at me, wide-eyed with dilated pupils. But, of course, she didn't stop. Instead, she worked me faster, causing me to try and reject her hand by pushing it away.
Caroline took up the challenge and nibbled my neck, and forced her fingers deeper into my pussy. I tried to fight her, but she was insatiable in her hunger to make me cum. I tried, but it was a fight I couldn't win as the sexual waves were making my body limp.
I submitted to Caroline's heavenly touch.
"Please," I gasped, I think I'm going to squirt."
"Oh No!" Clamoured Caroline realising the implications, and started to withdraw her hand.
In my rapture of irrational ecstasy, I pulled her hand back into my teetering wet pussy despite the consequences.
Caroline quickly took my queue and reintroduced her vibrant caressing fingers. My body stiffened, and my breathing spasmed. Caroline worked my neck and pussy with increasing passion, driving me over the edge.
"Oh! " I cried out, quickly taking up the hem of my micro-mini as I squirted a long stream of exotic liquid over Caroline's blazer. She half screamed and laughed as she used her hand over my volcanic pussy, splashing my pulsing juices over my sidelined panties and tops of my stockings.
Caroline screamed as my juices hit her at speed. She covered my organic cries with one hand and lay on top of my heaving breast, laughing into my neck while her other hand tried to stop the gushing waters from my snatch.
I slowly came down from my orgasmic high, feeling Caroline still shuddering with laughter. Her mouth biting into my neck to silence herself.
"I'd better get my panties off and show them in their best light some other day," I groaned as I felt the saturation of my waterlogged crotch.
"But you're going to be sans panties going down the stairs," said Caroline.
"It nothing they haven't seen before, " I gasped, still exploring the extent of my wet seat.
"But your pussy's all puffed up. So they'll know you've cum on the bus."
"And they'll know why, looking at you, my sexpot!"
Caroline got her hands up my skirt and pulled my panties down, giggling all the way. I stepped out of them and opened my handbag for her to put them into.
"That settles it. You follow me off the bus," reflected Caroline.
"No way, you're the main event, your all tits, legs, blonde hair and ass!
"Believe me, they'll get more excited by your puffed up pussy.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
Something played on Caroline's mind.
"What's the matter?"
"I think maybe you should go first."
"Why?"
Caroline mulled over her answer and then suddenly went to work under her figure-hugging jumper.
"I'm going to get my tits out."
I burst out laughing, "You know this is very similar to you and Gemma having your flashing competitions with the lorry drivers," I accused, laughing.
"No, not in the slightest, you'll see."
The bus neared our stop, and we walked towards the stairwell. I took a deep breath as Caroline wrapped her disposed bra around her neck. Her excited big hardened nipples making their presence known through the thin wool of her sweater.
I still wondered what she was up to, but my mind was consumed with putting on a show for my ardent up-skirt fans.
I became aware of the bus coming to a crawl as it approached my stop while being bundled from behind to take the first steps down the staircase. As soon as my legs were visible, a huge cry went up, and I could see many phones up filming my descent. There were more men there than usual. I got halfway down and stopped waiting for the bus to reach its stop.
I gave a nervous smile as many phones went between my legs to make sure they got a good close up shot of my pussy.
"Lift your skirt," a lone voice hollered. That was never going to happen, not with me in my micro-mini. With my feet on different steps, I was practically showing them all I had to offer anyway.
The Bus was usually at the stop by now, and I would be free to escape, but it was still crawling along. I then noticed a few faces in the crowd. They were from college! I panicked and made to go back to the safety of upstairs, but Caroline blocked my way.
"Going somewhere?" She malevolently asked as she blocked my passage!
"Nice ass," I heard from down below as I had turned to climb the stairs. Being above them with a short skirt on revealed all of my ass. I could see a forest of phone lights all putting a beam on my exposed derrière as I tried to push past the big vivacious Caroline.
"You bastard!" I exclaimed as it became strikingly apparent that she wasn't going to let me back. Instead, she enjoyed watching me squirm on the stairs as the bus barely moved to my stop.
