Short Skirts, Stocking, and Public SexI know as teenagers go, younger girls can act compulsively and be a bit hair-brained, but we are just exercising our democratic rights, to enjoy ourselves, and that means what we wear is our choice, and to hell with the fuddy-duddies, who moan otherwise.Well, we are a group of teenagers and the event in question, is a party, themed on the ‘St Trinians’, the school full of provocatively dressed girls, complete with stockings, belts, short skirts, and equally, materially devoid knickers, well the choice of knickers was down to the individual, and mine were not only devoid of material, but several sizes too small, for my developing curvaceous bum.Now the intro is done we can get onto the reason I write to you men and boys, telling you of my adventure in journeying from my home to the aforementioned party, some 40 minutes by bus, and what occurred on that fateful night.As I stood in the bus shelter, the coldness crept everywhere, especially around the tops of my legs, where a two inch band of exposed flesh, lay between my stocking tops and knickers-line, that is the tip of my feminine extremity.It was getting dark at these higher latitudes, Winter was fast approaching and light was low at late afternoons.I remember thinking I should have taken an overcoat, for two reasons, to cover-up my over-exposure and keep the biting wind at bay.But home for me was 20 minutes walk back uphill and as the bus was due I decided to brave it out, in the shelter.There was an old couple in front of me and a couple of men behind, enjoying the free view of a teenage girls exposed crotch not to mention the goosebumps on the backs of my bare thighs.Thankfully the bus arrived and as the old couple moved inside I followed, only to be stopped as they fumbled at the first seat.I decided to go upstairs and turned onto the stairway only to find one of the men behind me had already got there first, but the second man stood back and allowed my to go, so I started to ascend the stairs only to be held up again by the man in front of me.I waited patiently with one foot ahead on the next step up, looking up, trying to see why we had suddenly stopped climbing when the bus started to move with us still on the stairwell.When he touched me, it was a gentle brush on the exposed part of my leg, but Ankara travesti as we started moving up the stairs, his hand was between my thighs touching my panties, and when my legs moved past each other, they were firmly lodged in between them.I froze and looked down and back at him, he smiled and said ever so softly, ‘Sorry love’, but held his hand in between my closed thighs, causing me to feel the heat rising in my face, as I realised it was my action of closing my legs around his hand that held it there.I suddenly found myself apologising to him for trapping him, without realising his hand should never have been there in the first place, so as I opened my thighs slightly, he gently withdrew it by sliding it slowly out, and by tracing my vaginal line, like a bicycle wheel caught inside tram lines.This slow but deliberate action caused my knees to buckle as the sensations were electric, being touched in public, and directly onto such a sensitive organ.I slid into the first available seat and turned my face to the window, as he continued down the bus and sat with his friend.I had a mixed feeling about what had just happened as I watched for any signs from my attacker wanting to acknowledge what he had just done, but no he just chatted with his friend as if nothing had happened.I looked down at my legs, the short skirt was exposing my stocking tops and I could even see my knickers moulded to my vagina, with the exposed fleshy part suddenly absorbing the cold plastic of the seat, only to feel suddenly warm again as the feeling of his hand between my legs came to the fore.I touched myself to see if doing so would heighten the sensation and although I confess to enjoying the external stimulation, it did not feel the same when he did it. Squeezing my hands in between my upper thighs, between the exposed flesh, I looked out of the darkened window, as the bus sped past people, cars and building, not realising I was pressing hard against my knickers and gently rocking my hands in an up and down motion, caressing my pubic bone and clitoris, now swollen with desire, and to my horror I realised I was kind of publicly masturbating myself, in a discrete manner.The realisation that I was in a sexually heightened state, I started to trace my pubic outline, around and down into my crotch, I had Bahçelievler travesti never masturbated to daringly especially on top of a bus with people around me, but as each minute passed, I got bolder and bolder, and I suddenly realised I wanted to have an orgasm right there and as soon as possible.I hooked my thumbs into my knickers and eased them down level with my stocking tops, opened my thighs as far as the knickers would allow me, so they and my stockings formed a very erotic view, stimulating my fantasy and adding to the excitement of being caught in such an exposed manner, I started to masturbate without shame, only focussed on cumming, so my long fingers dug into my moist warm fleshy pussy, I could only hope the noise I was making would not alert the other passengers, not that I was in any position to stop what might transpire should they be alerted.Suddenly the bus came to a grinding halt and more passengers got on, suddenly there were people around me and to my horror, a man pushed in beside me and settled down for the journey, with me sitting with my knickers down only just covered by my bag.As we moved I could smell he had been drinking, and indeed as if to confirm it he withdrew a halve bottle of Vodka from his pocked and took a deep draw on it.Smiling to me he offered and I declined, he was soft spoken and fatherly and as I drifted in and out of this surreal situation I was suddenly brought down to Earth with a bang, he was staring down at my legs, more importantly, he could see the bare flesh and my knickers cutting into them.I looked at him, the blood draining from my face, I thought I was going to faint, but he gave me a reassuring, all knowing look and smile, and patted me on the exposed part, stopping and laying his hand on it.I could not move I was frozen to the spot, I had been caught and like some criminal awaiting their sentence, sitting without rights to justice, I just sat and let him enjoy my fruits, now he was in possession and the knowledge of what I had been doing on top of the bus.The heat from his fingers was going straight into my clitoris, well it felt like that, as his touch was rekindling the original feeling and I suddenly found myself relaxing, just looking ahead of me, as his hand now found mobility around my ever increasing exposed Balgat travesti crotch, and easing myself forward in my seat, his fingers were now exploring the insides of my vagina, I was being finger-fucked by a stranger that had just sat down beside me.I gripped his wrist and used it like I would a dildo, controlling my in-out motion and depth of penetration, I was cumming and OMG it felt wonderful.As I worked his hand he released himself into view. He was a good size for a young girl to look at in close proximity and holding him increased my own pleasure now fast approaching orgasm.I looked at his penis as I wanked him, his foreskin streaking back and forth across his cocks bulbous head, it looked so dry, so I did a very impulsive thing, I dipped my head down momentarily, and sucked him into my open warm moist mouth, suddenly feeling his hand on the back of my head, forcing my back down as I rose up, and this continued until the warmth of his semen pulsed into the back of my throat, so quickly, it was over as quickly as it begun.I sat up both amazed and somewhat bemused at what had just transpired, and as if to emphasize the point on quickness, he got up and went downstairs and alighted at the next stop.I was embarrassed, angry, frustrated all rolled into one and in fraction of a minute pulled my knickers into place, I would have screamed but my destination was upon me and I got up and left the bus, with some others getting off behind me, but I was too incensed to look back and see who they were.I was to regret I did not look back, for as the bus moved of into the darkness, I was gathered up and taken into a darkened alley, forced over a bin and ****d.I kept calm as the assault continued, both men taking turns, only my torn knickers were lying on the ground, as they parted easily, such was the flimsiness of the material.The r****ts wanted to orgasm they needed a hot pussy to fuck, such was their driven desire and I had provided both the seed and catalyst, so compared to what I had just committed on the bus, who was I to complain about their needs I was just the right person in the wrong place.I wanted sex and I am sure they would have had me if they had taken time to ask, such was my heightened sense of sexuality, yes in the eyes of the law they ****d me, but in this case they both did me a favour, you see, I had orgasmed during the r****g and they knew I did as I had with both of them, one orgasm with each man, so they walked away from that alley having done a girl a sexual favour, the only sad thing was my knickers were torn beyond repair.