Finally, three days of peace except I’m alone. Left behind. My parents were off to Malaysia with some relative I don’t even remember the name of, and they assumed I had plans. Which, yeah, I usually do but not today. Breakfast together, then they vanished. My brother? Gone to his girlfriend’s. So I walked home. Alone.
The second the main door clicked shut behind me, I stripped. Every stitch. The fabric sliding off my skin sent a small thrill straight to my stomach. I dropped my shirt, then my shorts, then hooked my thumbs into my panties and pushed them down my thighs. The air in the living room was cool against my suddenly bare cunt, and I felt my nipples tighten instantly. I lay down on the sofa, letting my whole body sink into the cushions, skin on fabric, nothing in between. The whole house was mine. I could walk around completely naked, and I did.
I wasn’t stupid. Windows and doors closed tight. Just in case. Still, the knowledge that anyone could see if they tried hard enough made my pulse pick up. I went about my day, watching TV, scrolling on my computer, doing the pathetic housework my mom left. While hanging clothes in the laundry area, my breasts swung free for a second. Bare. Exposed to the world through the small gap in the curtains. I froze, heart slamming, but no one saw. A mix of relief and almost-disappointment washed through me.
By six, I was hungry. Was planning to go down and get food, but CY’s mom called. She knew my parents were out, so she invited me over for dinner. I hesitated, a bit lazy but CL nagged, and I gave in.
I picked a loose tee and a black shorts that were similar to my FBTs. No panties. Just a bra. The thought of leaving the house with nothing under my shorts except bare skin made my thighs press together. I could feel the soft fabric of the shorts rubbing directly against my labia as I walked to the bus stop. Then I saw the bus already there. Shit. I ran. The bounce of my tits under my tee, the rub of the shorts against my wettening slit, every step sent a small jolt between my legs.
The bus was an old model, the back seats lower than the front. My favorite spot. Only three people on board, me, the driver, and an uncle glued to the front seat. I took the last row. From there, if I sat low, only my head would show from the outside. I waited until the bus pulled away, then I slid my shorts down to my knees. My bare ass pressed against the cold, slightly gritty plastic seat. That felt good. I hadn't done this in a long time.
At the next stop, no one boarded. My heart was racing now, a hot flush spreading from my chest to my face. I bit my lip, then hooked my thumbs into the shorts again and pushed them all the way off. Tossed them on the seat beside me. Semi naked on a public bus. I propped my legs up on the seat in front of me, spreading my thighs. My pussy was just open. Hanging in the air. A cool draft ran directly over my exposed clit, and I shivered. I could feel myself getting wet. A slow, slick heat gathering at my entrance. I didn't touch, just sat there, legs wide, cunt bare, while scrolling my phone.
The ride was longer than it should have been. Ten minutes passed. Still halfway. I got too absorbed in my screen and almost missed my stop. Yanked my shorts back on in a panic backwards. Didn't realize until CY looked at me weird and asked why my pocket was in the front. So paiseh but underneath the embarrassment, I was still buzzing.
I left CY’s around ten. Same bus back. Same favorite seat. This time, the bus was empty except for the driver. I didn't hesitate. Shorts off in one smooth motion, set aside. Legs up on the seat in front. The vinyl was cold under my bare ass, then warm from my body heat. I could hear the low rumble of the engine, the hiss of the doors, the occasional crackle of the driver's radio. My own breathing, slightly fast. I wasn't touching myself, but my inner muscles kept clenching involuntarily around nothing. The air moving across my wet cunt felt like a whisper.
When the bus reached my stop, I didn't bother to put my shorts back on. I just grabbed them, cover them at the front, stood up in nothing but my tee and bra, and stepped off. The night air hit my bare thighs and the damp hair between my legs. There was one auntie at the bus stop. She saw me and she legit did as she took a deep stare. I ran into the park, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat and between my legs at the same time. No one else saw me on the walk home or if they did, they didn't say anything.
I had planned to have some real fun once I got inside but my brother and his gf were home. Fucking ruined it. So I waited until my shower. Water running down my breasts, over my stomach, between my legs. I leaned one hand against the tile, closed my eyes, and finally relieved myself, thinking about the bus, the cold seat, the auntie's shocked face, and how close I'd come to being truly seen.
Later, I told CY about what happened, and she was so into it, and wanted to do it together next round.
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