The bus trip.

There is no time to waste.

I’m as randy as a raccoon. 

My love juices are dripping down inside my thighs. 

Any cock available will satisfy my craving.

Why is the bus stopping at every red light. 

It’s no good. 

My hand slides down the front of my knickers.

My fingers find the moist opening of my pussy. 

My clitoris is pounding like a bass drum. 

It’s like a container of yoghurt between my legs.

I look up.

Fuck.

 It’s my stop.