The Panty Perils of Me

Do you remember these thoughts that I posted in my last Panty Peril?

“Wearing nothing but a pair of teeny, tiny panties inside such a well preserved car seemed so deliciously decadent.

God, I could only imagine what it would be like to drive such a nice car wearing so little.”

“Well, be careful what you wish for.” as they say.

Mr. Van der Waal called be out of the blue and asked whether I would be willing to perform a huge favor for him.

“Oh, Oh” my mind immediately responded.

But being a curious sort and having thoroughly enjoyed my tennis court experience with him, I thought that I might as well listen to what he had to say.

He owned an old Oldsmobile that someone had expressed interest in buying from him as they had seen him driving it through their town.

They had written down the license number, had a friend with the DMV, and got his phone number.

Mr. Van der Waal hadn’t really considered selling it as it was his first luxury car from many years ago. However the interested party had owned one years ago as well in the same color and always wanted to have another one.

He had offered Mr. Van der Waal a very good price and besides the car was just sitting in his garage gathering dust. I guess sentimental attachments only go so far.

Kind of like my resolutions to keep my clothes on.

Anyway, Mr. Van der Waal needed someone to drive the car across the state on Friday and he thought of me sitting inside in his green Mercedes wearing just a pair of royal blue string bikini panties.

I am not exactly sure how his memory of me translated to me driving a car across the state, but I didn’t want to ask.

It sounded like the perfect chance to get away from everything and everyone and to have some dedicated alone time for an entire day.

Something that I really wanted right now as my personal and private relationships were becoming such a mess.

Mr. Van der Waal explained that the interested party wanted to see it before noon as he owned a trucking company and had to replace one of his drivers who was out sick for a run that same afternoon.

So there was a deadline for me as well.

The trucking company was located in the Northeast corner of the state and could be reached in just under 3 hours.

I thought that if I left by 8:00 Friday morning I would have plenty of time to take the scenic way and would easily be back before dinner.

What a perfect way to spend my day.

Despite my initial “Oh, Oh”, I agreed, telling Mr. Van der Waal that I would see him Friday morning at 8:00 at his club.

He was delighted and responded that he would be in my debt “as if he wasn’t already,” I thought.

After all I let him bounce tennis balls off my barely covered bottom and then gave him one of my belly button hand jobs to boot.

I tell you, sometimes men just expect everything from us poor helpless ladies.

Friday morning arrived promising the first really warm day of the year so I dressed very simply, slipping on a pair of white satin string bikini panties with a delicate row of embroidered flowers on the front waistband along with a very sexy sheer front panel.

Over it I put on a red khaki dress that zipped from the neck to the hemline. And finally I slipped my feet into a pair of my red leather high heel pumps.

I rarely wear a bra in the summer and as the day was supposed to be in the mid 70’s, I thought “What the heck. Let’s get the season started a little early.”

I drove to the club and found Mr. Van der Waal waiting for me in the parking lot standing next to a dark green, (I think I know his favorite car color.) Oldsmobile 98 with a lighter green interior and cushioned seats that looked like velvet easy chairs.

“I can’t wait to feel this luxurious fabric against my tushy.” I thought to myself.

Mr. Van der Waal was elegantly dressed as seems to be his style with a white and burgundy striped dress shirt, beautifully draped silk and linen blend camel colored pants, and a coordinating sport coat.

I do like a man that knows how to dress, particularly if there attire includes bikini briefs.

He gave me some last minute instructions including a little detail on a loose fitting spark plug wire that he had never gotten around to replacing.

He told me that it shouldn’t give me any problems, but just in case to just pop the hood and push the connector back in place or something like that.

I wasn’t going to worry about it as it was a beautiful day for a drive and I wanted to be on my way.

Once I had felt the warm sunshine on my legs, and then seen the plush interior of the car that I was to deliver, my little libido driven mind was made up to use the country roads for as far as I could wearing just my panties and heels.

The car had a sun roof and I wanted to feel the warm sun on as much of my bare skin as possible.

This winter had been too long and too cold and I wanted to bask in the warmth of this beautiful day for as long as possible.

After all, very few people take the country highways anymore since the expressways are so much faster.

So what if a farmer or fed ex man sees me topless for a brief moment. I figured with the reflection of the sun bouncing off the windshield of the car, it would be very hard (should I use this word?) to see me anyway.

With Mr. Van der Waal holding my door I slid into the plush green interior of the car giving him a good look up my dress as I had unzipped the zipper to my upper thigh in order to be able to move better.

I gave him a little smile, started the car, and was on my way.

Once I got out of town, I pulled into a small rest area. I got out of the car and unzipped my dress from top to bottom allowing it to flap open. The warm sunshine on my exposed skin was like an aphrodisiac.

Taking my dress off while reaching into the back seat, I hung it from one of the hooks directly behind me so it wouldn’t block my vision.

As I stood outside the car allowing my almost naked body to soak in the warmth of the sun a sudden wave of apprehension washed over me.

I knew that if I was ever going to break any or all of my long held commitments to myself and my marriage that it would be on this day.

I was so sexually charged that my rational mind was no longer in control. What was controlling me was much more primal and erotic.

But then just as quickly as this premonition came and it was gone.

I would have easily just stood there wearing nothing but my panties and heels, however a car was approaching in the distance and I had a deadline to meet.

Slipping back onto the luxurious velvet like seats was pure heaven with a tiny bit of naughty attached.

The sun coming in through the front window and sun roof caressing my bare breasts felt incredible.

It wasn’t long before I found my left hand pinching my very erect nipples as well as slowly massaging my lower abdomen.

After a little pinch on either nipple I would slide my hand down the front of my torso until my fingers were touching the very top elastic of my panties.

It was my way of teasing myself into arousal, which didn’t take very long at all.

After some very successful foreplay, I slipped my fingers inside the waistband until they felt the very start of the trimmed fur of my kitty.

My body was on full alert and I wanted to keep it this way for as long as possible. and considering how I felt, that would be all day long.

I have spent the past number of months being stripped or told to strip, resulting in such confusing and contradictory feelings of humiliation and arousal.

Today I just wanted to feel aroused.

Each time a car would approach me from the opposite direction I would look directly at the driver to see if they were aware that I was driving almost naked.

The quick movement of their head in my direction informed me that they must have seen something.

Each time I could feel myself getting moist between my legs.

The entire time my right hand was firmly ensconced inside the front of my panties barely touching the top of my swelling lower lips.

After about an hour into my drive I had had enough of the teasing and decided to work on what I hoped to be many orgasms to follow.

I slipped my hand all of the way inside my panties until my fingers separated my swollen and open lips.

Sliding my index finger along the opening until it barely rubbed my female kernel, I let out a long moan of raw desire.

I adjusted my position on the seat moving my pelvis forward and upward so my exploring fingers could enter my dripping tunnel.

God, it all felt so good

I don’t know exactly how I managed to continue driving as I polished my fleshy pearl until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Just as I was reaching orgasm, I large semi approached from the opposite direction.

There was no doubt that the driver could see me and my buried hand as he inadvertently steered towards the side of my car.

I quickly pulled my fingers out of my panties using both hands to steer away from him and heard a loud woosh of air blast through my open windows.

Talk about a wake up as every nerve in my body had switched from pre-climatic arousal to “Holy Sh*t” that was close.

The look on the driver’s face was priceless and I used the memory of it to continue my salacious activity smiling to myself about the truck driver’s reaction to my show.

It wasn’t long until I was exactly at the point of orgasm that I was when the truck had approached.

I pulled the car over as quickly as possible, squeezed my legs as tightly together as I could, and let the first series of orgasmic convulsions take me over.

My eyes rolled back into my head as my entire body racked in spasms of pure pleasure.

The orgasm was absolutely incredible, but I knew that I wasn’t close to finished.

Checking my side mirror, I pulled back out onto the highway and began my teasing all over again.

Over the next hour I achieved four more incredible orgasms; each one more intense than the other.

But I was getting closer to my destination and would be restricted to the expressway for the remainder of my trip.

I again found a tiny rest area to pull over to put my dress back on.

As the car came to a complete stop, I looked over my shoulder for my dress. My breath caught in my throat as complete terror overtook me.

There was no dress to be found.

I was in shock as I remembered the loud woosh of air that rocked the car when the semi barely missed hitting me.

The air pressure must have sucked my dress out the window leaving it somewhere on the highway almost 60 miles back.

I couldn’t possibly go back and find it even if I had the time.

I had to meet up with Mr. Van der Waal interested party by noon and it was already 11:15.

What was I going to do????

I felt that I had no other choice but to continue on my way. I would just stay in the car once I got there and try to conduct my business without opening the door.

I really wanted to believe that this would work, but deep down inside I knew that I was just kidding myself.

Funny how often we grasp at tiny shreds of hope just to be able to move on.

It felt so odd to realize that just a short while ago driving the country highways wearing just my panties was so extremely arousing for me. In fact I had had several orgasms to this point.

But now the thought filled me with anxiety and worry.

I was going to continue my trip and have some stranger examine the car while I was still only wearing panties.

My body started to blush in complete humiliation and embarrassment knowing that I had no options whatsoever.

I drove onto the expressway ramp trying to sit as low as possible.

For the entire time I had men pulling up along side of me and staring at my bare breasts and still erect nipples.

I wanted to disappear, but I was resolved to follow through on my commitment.

I can’t tell you how many accidents I may have almost caused as a line up of cars tried to shadow me and were fighting each other for the best position to see my topless torso.

I tried to position my arms on the steering wheel to hide my tiny breasts, but it was too unnatural and eventually I had to let them relax.

Each time my breasts made there reappearance horns would honk and any and every manner of lewd suggestion and comments would be shouted in my direction.

Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, I was able to exit the expressway. The trucking company was just a few blocks from the expressway, so I was able to escape any further gawkers.

Thankfully no one followed me down the ramp.

I drove into the large parking area amid trucks and trailers. As I pulled near one of the loading docks a man approached the car.

He came to my window. I watched his eyes change completely from a casual disinterest to one of shock and pleasure.

“I had no idea that Jack (Mr. Van der Waal’s first name) had sent such an exotic driver.”

I wanted to explain, but how do you tell someone that you get off on sitting in luxury seats in just your panties.

I blurted out that my dress had been stolen, which doesn’t make much sense, but it seemed to suffice.

“Well, why don’t you climb out of the car and let me take a look at it,” he continued. Although it was obvious to both of us that he meant “Take a look at me.”

I replied that I would rather stay in the car.

“Jack told me that you would show me some little problem with a spark plug wire.”

I tried to explain the issue through the car window, but Bob (he told me his name after staring at my sheer front crotch for what seemed to be an hour) said that Jack had assured him that I would show him.

I continued to decline until Bob told me that he had no interest in the car unless I showed him the problem.

Now I was trapped as I didn’t want to let Mr. Van der Waal down and at the same time I would be standing outdoors in full daylight wearing nothing more than a pair of sheer front string bikini panties.

So tell me if you know. Why were my nipples still sticking straight out from the tips of my breasts, if I really didn’t want to get out of the car?

It certainly wasn’t cold.

I reached down and pulled the lever to pop the hood of the car.

Taking a very deep breath while at the same time unconsciously squeezing my legs together to further stimulate my already enlarged lower lips, I pulled on the door handle and pushed it open.

I could only imagine what a stripper must feel like when they appear on stage with 5 floodlights shining on them.

The sun was bright…..very bright.

And my pure white panties took on an almost luminescent glow as the sun caressed my bare skin.

I tried to maintain an air of indifference but standing outdoors totally exposed made my pores drip with sweat while that little circular spot between my legs began its own manner of sweating.

I walked to the front of the car and pulled up the hood.

Bob followed right behind me. He was so close that I could feel him breathing on my bare back.

He could have easily looked under the hood while standing to the side, but instead he chose to look over my shoulder.

I jerked slightly when his hand cupped my right cheek, and gave it a hard squeeze.

Trying to take control of the situation which was out of control when I lost my dress, I turned to Bob saying, “If you want to see where the problem is, I think you will need to focus on something other than my ass!”

“I can focus just fine, darlin,” was the reply that I was not hoping to hear.

I extended my arm and reached to the loose connector, while Bob’s hand continued to explore my barely covered cheeks.

Trying to keep my voice from shaking I explained what the issue was with the spark plug wire, showing Bob how to push it tightly back over the plug.

At the same time Bob pushed his erection tightly between my cheeks.

I had to take a hold of the fan cover to keep from being pushed into the car.

Ok, Ok, I get it.

A somewhat attractive woman with a decent body delivers a car for you to consider buying, and the woman is wearing a pair of barely there panties and heels.

Why wouldn’t you think that she might be a part of the package, or at least a “model” hired to stimulate the sale.

I wanted to assert myself and tell him that I was there to deliver the car; nothing else.

However his erotic attention to my posterior region was bringing on one of my moods, and by now you should know how I am when I am in one of my moods.

I thought to myself, “Why not become the hired model to sell the car?” It seemed to make perfect sense to me.

With a firm hold on the front of the fan cover I purposely pushed my bottom back into his erection and let him continue to hump me.

My nipples were acting like presentation tools pointing directly at the spark plug wire.

I again detached the wire from the spark plug. This time however I slid my hand up and down the length of it simulating the stroking of something else that currently was jabbing my backside.

Continuing my suggestive demonstration I slid my hand to the very tip of the plug pushing tightly over the plug while saying, “You simply take the wire and push in firmly until it makes contact.”

I then let out a little “Hmmmmm” sound to emphasize the words, “push in firmly.”

I then turned around extricating his groin from my bottom and said in my most suggestive voice, “Do you want to take a test drive?”

Bob wanted a test drive all right, but not behind the wheel of the car.

Taking his hand, and led him to the driver’s side door.

It is funny how when you go to a beach and spend time wearing just your swimsuit, you become very accustomed to it.

It was the same thing for me standing topless in my string bikini panties with Bob and his crew all staring at me.

It hadn’t taken them long to empty the building once Bob forced me to exit the car. I had my personal group of voyeurs watching my every move.

However, because I was with ‘the boss’ there were no catcalls or lewd remarks; just a group of very attentive men and women.

It almost seemed natural for me to be showing off so much to complete strangers. I believe that my long list of panty perils has accustomed me to such activities.

Or is it simply that I am a latent exhibitionist that has finally opened the closet door and walked out into the bright sunshine???

I walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and more or less spread myself into the seat.

I mean that I slid down into the seat with my legs wide apart and my perky little nipples pointing forward.

I leaned over with my left hand placed on Bob’s upper thigh and turned the key in the ignition.

It was quite obvious that Bob wanted me to take a hold of his stick shift, but I had a car to sell.

I positioned myself back in the passenger seat and with my right hand pushed the automatic seat control so the back reclined all of the way down.

Bob put the car in drive and then placed his free hand on my bare thigh.

I had become a part of the package.

I couldn’t tell whether he liked the car or simply liked me, but after the test drive he invited me into his office so he could write a check for the amount of the car.

He positioned himself about a half a step behind me. I could actually feel his horny glare on my white nylon covered cheeks.

As I strolled past his crew, I simulated my sexiest walk. I know I should have been expecting it as he had been looking or humping at my bottom since I got out of the car, but just as we walked through the lane that his crew had provided he gave me a good swat on my left cheek.

It stung causing me to jump and to let out a little yelp.

When I turned to look at him, he had the biggest smile of pure satisfaction.

He definitely was an ‘ass man’ and my ass fit his tastes to a tee.

Once we entered his office he sat down behind an immense desk and proceeded to write out a check placing it on the corner of his desk. I knew something was up besides his penis.

“I am a very straight forward man,” he began, “And I would love to have your lovely lips around my c**k as a way to seal our deal.”

I looked at the check sitting on his desk. He had written it out for $1,000 more than the asking price of the car.

“Another donation to the University” I thought to myself.

I guess I should have thought that I wasn’t anybody’s slut and didn’t give blow jobs for money.

I guess I should have thought a lot of things like leaving my dress on while driving, but I was in my mood.

Bob thought that I was part of the package and I didn’t see any reason to change his mind.

A very primal part of me was enjoying the role of a sexy bimbo with a spankable butt.

Maybe this is exactly what happens when a business man or woman leaves home to go to a conference or convention. They assume another persona that lets them explore their sexual side without any limitations.

So I guess that in a way this was my business conference.

“Well, if it seals the deal, I guess that I could give you a little kiss,” I responded with a sly little grin licking my lips while staring directly at his crotch.

I walked around to Bob’s side of his desk; knelt on the floor; unzipped his zipper; and pulled out his deep red, swollen headed, and oozing erection.

Taking a firm grip on his shaft I licked his penis along the vein that runs on the underside from bottom to top. I then ran my tongue across the head licking up his sticky goo.

Treating Bob’s penis like it was a lollipop, I swirled my tongue over and around the tip and head, then wrapping my lips over it while making a loud sucking sound.

While I performed orally for him I also arched my back and moved my bottom back and forth giving him a good look at my barely covered assets.

I felt him lean forward almost trapping my face against his groin and without warning I a stinging smack of his hand ricocheted off one of my cheeks. I jerked forward; a movement that pushed his erection well into my mouth.

It seems that he was going to direct my oral activities by swatting my cheeks whenever he wanted me to deep throat him.

I straightened my neck as well as I could so his his throbbing flesh could push in as far as it would go, and keeping me from biting him each time he smacked my bottom.

At work we are always told to keep the customer in mind and I certainly was abiding by this.

“Uh’s and ow’s reverberated off his office walls as we both verbally reacted to each other’s activities.

The stinging slaps across my cheeks were creating a very sensual effect on my now very swollen lips.

Each time his hand stung my almost bare skin a small amount of liquid would drip down from my crotch.

I was about as turned on as I could be.

It seems that my little role play of a woman for hire appealed to my very base sense of self.

And I respond arousingly well to a man who has no problem stating what he wants from me.

Just as I knew that he was about to give me chipmunk cheeks with his hot cream, he pulled me off of his penis shooting his hot spunk across my face and breasts.

It came in globs dripping from my chin and both nipples.

Obviously Bob liked seeing me covered with his liquid explosion as his penis remained pointing straight into my face even after he had finished his lewd baptism of me.

“God, that felt good” he exclaimed adding, “The bathroom is right through that door.”

I got up from the floor receiving one last smack across my bottom. Holding my arm across my torso just under my breasts kept his creamy salute from dripped onto my panties.

Once in his private bathroom I was able to clean all of his liquid salute off my face and breasts.

I then took the signed car title out of my shoulder bag, as it had survived the trip, and handed it to him.

As he perused the document, I asked if he had something for me to wear.

I decided that it would be better to wear something more for my trip home. No more driving almost naked; at least for this day.

He walked out and came back with a dark red t-shirt.

“This is about the only thing that I have as they were misprints, so I never gave them to my truckers.”

The t-shirt had the name and logo of his trucking firm on the front and large white letters on the back that read, “I accept any size load and go the distance for you.”

I turned a shade of gray fully realizing the double entendre of the message.

But, hey, I would be mostly concealed sitting in the car anyway.

I slipped it over my head finding that it barely reached past my crotch. Well, at least I wasn’t almost naked anymore.

The first time that I remembered that I wasn’t driving home, was when Bob asked me where he could have me dropped off.

Earlier that morning I had checked the bus schedules and figured that if I arrived reasonably on time and didn’t spend more than 30 minutes with Bob, I would have just enough time to catch the bus back to the city.

What I hadn’t considered or even dreamed of at the time was how to accomplish this feat wearing just a pair of sheer front panties.

To say that panic was setting in was an understatement. My entire body went into a full panic attack as I tried to gasp for air while breaking out into a cold sweat.

My panties were sticking to my skin as I mumbled, “I need to catch the 1:00 bus to the city.”

OMG!!!!!

I was about to spend 3 hours on a bus ride wearing a too short t-shirt that read, “I accept any size load.”

What I had earlier surmised as my version of a business trip had suddenly turned into a nightmare?

I don’t really remember getting into the truck, but Bob had one of his crew drop me off at the bus station. His employee spent most of the time staring at my legs and white nylon covered crotch, but it gave me a chance to calm down and collect my thoughts.

I took another one of my very deep breaths, which seems to precede all of my unexpected exposures, and walked as nonchalantly as a 40 year old woman wearing a micro, micro, mini dress with a very suggestive phrase printed on its back could possibly do.

I had decided to convince myself that my t-shirt was a mini dress although climbing onto the bus with the driver just behind me making a Hmmm, Hmm sound told me that I was still in just a t-shirt. A t-shirt that barely reached past my still red cheeks.

I strolled about halfway down the aisle and settled into a seat. My mini dress now barely reached to the seat cushion that I was on.

I kept my shoulder bag in my lap to keep my crotch from being seen by everyone who walked down the aisle past me.

Luckily there were only 5 other passengers on the bus so I had the two seats to myself as well as most of the ones around me.

However, a nice looking man in his late 20’s with dark brown hair, brown eyes, dressed in jeans and work boots sat directly across the aisle from me.

I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye wondering how long it would take him to realize that the woman across the aisle from him was displaying all of her legs right up to her cheeks.

And except for her strategically placed shoulder bag, a vee of white nylon would be seen between her tightly closed legs.

Surprisingly enough it was close to 20 minutes before my young voyeur discovered my state of exposure.

He was trying to be as subtle as he could, but couldn’t help glancing over towards me every few seconds.

Before he had noticed me I had been able to spend some time noticing him.

He had very kind features and looked intelligent, which made me more comfortable then I would normally be in a situation like this.

I know, I know. Earlier I said that I must be getting used to being seen wearing very little, but this was quite different than any of my previous unexpected exposures.

Thankfully my little message of accepting any size load was pressed against the back of my seat.

He reminded me a little of Arnold as he seemed shy and very unassuming. Definitely not the type of person who would take advantage of a woman wearing very little on a public bus.

Finally after watching his sideway glances for over half an hour, I looked directly at him, smiled, and said “Hi.”.

He smiled back returning my greeting.

I normally don’t talk to strangers, although it seems that I have no qualms about putting their penises in my mouth, but I liked the look of this young man.

I found myself blurting out,”You can’t believe what kind of a day I have had.”

He looked at my completely bare leg and responded, “I don’t think that I could.”

I felt my entire body relax and knew immediately that he was safe.

I told him about my day including most of the details other than the spanking and the blow job.

He listened intently showing concern and wild disbelieve in all of the right spots. I enjoyed talking to him and could tell that he enjoyed me.

When he asked if I really was wearing just my panties under the T-shirt, I reached down and pulled the t-shirt up above my waist.

The look in his eyes when he saw the tiny string of material that hugged my hip was pure magic; a very sensual kind of magic.

I completely forgot everything that had happened to me so far, along with the fact that I was sitting on a bus talking to a perfect stranger.

Damn myself! I again wanted to play.

I swung my knees towards him so he had a little peek between my legs as my shoulder bag was still strategically situated on my lap.

His eyes immediately looked at the new view and I watched the expression of delight spread across his face.

“OK, now you need to show me something,” I almost purred across the aisle.

He returned my request with a quizzical stare, so I motioned to his lap and mimicked an unzipping motion.

He was clearly embarrassed, but not embarrassed enough to refuse.

Looking over the seatbacks in front of him and behind to confirm that we were almost alone, he reached down to his waist, took a hold of the zipper of his jeans and pulled.

The telltale sound of the zipper made my knees weak. I wanted to grab myself and work out some tension.

I again motioned to him, but this time to open his fly now that the zipper was down.

I saw the front of his blue and green plaid boxers and knew that it would be very simple for him to reach in and pull his penis out of his jeans.

He gave me that look that says, “Is this what you wanted?” I responded my taking my shoulder bag off of my lap while at the same time lifting my t-shirt up to reveal the top elastic of my panties.

My trimmed mound was clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

His eyes went wide with shock and amazement.

I looked at his crotch and nodded to him indicating that I wanted to see the same.

He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the two folds of fabric wide apart. Then taking a hold of the opening in his boxer shorts he pulled the fabric apart.

By the look of shock on his face, I don’t think that he intended what happened next.

Out popped the most perfectly formed erection that I have ever seen. It was at least 7 inches long, lean, circumcised, with a round dark red helmet.

Now it was my turn to stare with awe and satisfaction.

He quickly reached down to put it away, and I cleared my throat loudly to stop him.

It was the cutest thing to see him with his hand around the shaft looking at me.

I shook my head to signal to him, “Don’t you dare put that thing away.”

He dropped his hands down to his sides in response.

I really wanted to go over to him and impale myself on his erection riding it until I couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore, but I had had sex with one stranger already today.

And besides I kept trying to convince myself that as long as I wasn’t having intercourse, I wasn’t cheating.

Yah, right!!

I pointed my crotch directly at my boy toy and opened my knees as wide as I could considering the space provided between the rows of seats.

His erection pulsed in response to my blatant exhibition.

Pulling my t-shirt further up to reveal my very erect nipples I let the fabric rest on my tiny breasts.

His erection continued to pulse.

I stared directly into his eyes and watched him watch me slid my right hand down inside the top of my panties.

The sheer front of my string bikini’s provided no doubt as to the destination of my hand.

My lower lips were wet with my excitement and it was effortless to find my awaiting kernel.

As I softly rubbed my finger along its wet surface, my knees opened wider. My eyes closed and I let out a soft moan of pure pleasure.

Boy toy was mesmerized by my performance.

I looked at him and then down at his crotch indicating that he needed to do the same for me.

His erection was already starting to ooze as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to pump the firm flesh.

This boy was going to be finished long before I wanted him to, so I again cleared my throat shaking my head to stop.

The look of disappointment on his face was delectable.

Pulling my t shirt back down my torso, I stood up, stepped across the aisle and settled into the seat right next to him.

I whispered, “Let me show you how to do that.”

His penis was oozing non stop which was literally making me drool.

I smeared his goo over and around the distinctive head while at the same time opening my mouth and letting my drool drip down.

Wrapping my hand around his long shaft I pointed his erection forward in order to direct my saliva to drip along his slender pointer.

As I drooled, I continued to stroke him until he was nice and slippery.

Once his skin was glistening with my drippings I directed my attention to his swollen helmet wrapping my fingers around the very top of his shaft and using my thumb to rub across it’s oozing oriface.

It was precisely at this moment that he said, “I bet you can’t get me to come in less than 10 minutes.”

It seemed odd and I should have asked for an explanation as usually we all like to make things last as long as possible.

But you know me, I am always up for a challenge.

I was going to get him to spurt semen all across the back of the seat in front of us.

I went to work on his erection continuously keeping it slick and slippery alternately stroking him from testicles to tip and then rubbing the very tip with my thumb.

I couldn’t believe it as after the ten minutes of heavy breathing and a continuous oozing tip, there were no spurts, squirts, or splashes.

Still gripping his erection, I said, “Ok, Ok, I lost the bet. So what do I have to do?”

He smiled with a ‘I know something that you don’t’ grin and replied, “I want a blow job on the bus.”

The seats provided virtually no room for me to kneel on the floor and they were too narrow to kneel on without my almost bare butt sticking out into the aisle, but I had taken the challenge and lost.

“So tell me what you know that I don’t.”

He then explained to me that just after he had reached puberty he had injured his penis and lost most of the sensitivity to it.

So he was able to get an erection, a very nice one I might add, however it was very difficult for him to reach the point of ejaculation.

“So you can stay hard for a long time without squirting?” I asked.

“That’s right.” he replied.

We still had close to 2 hours left on our bus ride, so I asked him if I could try something out before performing my task.

“Anything you want.” he said.

Remember how before I had stated that when I saw his almost perfect erection, I just wanted to impale myself on it?

Well Ms. Harley hadn’t had a good orgasm since her little drive earlier in the day, and Ms. Harley was horny; very horny.

Somehow I managed to position myself facing forward on his lap which in the process had me push my nylon covered cheeks right in his face.

But a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

With my legs shaking from the physical effort of essentially stooping over his extended spear of asparagus, I slipped one hand between my legs sliding the thin strip of nylon fabric to the side of my crotch and ever so slowly lowered myself onto his firm flesh.

Once I was situated, I placed both hands on the arm rests on both sides of his seat and began to lower and raise myself letting my internal juices fully lubricate his flesh dildo.

I slowly worked it back and forth until I could comfortably lower my entire weight into his lap.

The feel of having his warm erect flesh invade my lower regions was beyond astounding.

My head flew back, my eyes shut, and a long moan of pure pleasure escaped through my closed lips.

Oh my god, I don’t think that I had ever felt something so incredibly delicious.

Every nerve ending in my body was responding to the feeling.

I would swear that the tip of his head was poking the bottom of my stomach, and it felt fabulous.

Now my entire frame was shaking.

I gripped the arm rests and raised myself up until I could feel the ridge of skin around his swollen head tweak my kernel.

Another moan of raw passion escaped. I began a frantic series of up and down movements using his ridge to massage my kernel.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh” was the extent of my vocabulary as I entered the prelude of my first orgasm.

When my body convulsed the first time, I was able to keep myself raised in just the right position to get the full effect.

However each subsequent spasm brought my trembling arms closer and closer to exhaustion until I was again fully impaled on his throbbing weapon of sexual pleasure.

My entire body was glistening in sweat from the combination of physical effort and the series of fantastic orgasms.

Once I felt rested enough, I repeated the process over and over again.

After close to 20 minutes of playing stoop tag with his rock hard organ, I was too exhausted to lift myself up from my full impalement.

The entire time, he never came or convulsed allowing me to simply use him for my extreme pleasure.

Finally I had had enough. He had to help me to stand up to allow his long snake to escape from its lair.

I slumped back into the seat beside him and saw copious amounts of my liquid orgasms dripping and running down the length of his still hard flesh.

Now it was his turn.

As I climbed up onto my seat so that I was kneeling with my butt sticking out into the aisle, he said to me, “I love the logo on your t-shirt.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and replied, “Let’s see what kind of a load I can deliver.”

I could feel the bottom of my t-shirt barely touching my lower back and knew that I was giving the bus driver a full view of my sweat soaked and clinging panties.

At this point I just didn’t care anymore.

Ms. I don’t want anyone to think that I am a slut was completely gone.

I liked who I was becoming and no longer cared who knew it.

Taking a hold of boy toy’s shaft, I lowered my face down into his lap wrapping my lips around his erection.

I was a bit over come with the taste of my own juices. It is often that a person gets to taste their sexual excitement unless they purposely want to. thought occurred to me.

As I was bobbing for apples in his lap a thought occurred to me. If boy toy can barely feel any stimulation form his sexual extension, why not try something that usually results in a very intense oral experience.

I know that the most sensitive area on a man’s erection is usually the narrow ridge of skin located right between the space created by the ridge of his helmet.

And since it is located on the underside of his erection , I could use my lower teeth to rub this area raw.

So I stuck out my lower jaw baring my teeth to his skin and began to bob up and down on his penis.