Tales of a Lusty Lass

Eve Rhony’s Tales of a Lusty Lass July 5, 2011, column. To read more visit her at everhony.wordpress.com for her “Tales of a Lusty Lass” erotic blog.

Traveling to Yorkshire on the coach one New Year I started to get ready to meet Chris. I liked to turn up wearing something accessible, sexy, you know. Invariably I changed on the way as I was often coming straight from work. Usually I found a public toilet or a Mac-Burger’s loo was even better. There were no more stops on route though.

I had seen the toilet cubicle at the back of the coach and there was no way I wanted to risk being bumped around in a cupboard crawling with bacteria and other people’s poo particles. Yuck! So it would have to be an act of jiggery-pokery in the seat.

A few miles from Bradford I began to get changed. Chris would meet me from the coach station and I wanted to be ready and accessible for him. There were only a handful of people on the coach, all sitting in the front of the coach. There was only one passenger behind. Two seats back from me and on the opposite side was a lone guy. He was about forty. He looked nice. I’d clocked him glancing my way a couple of times.

So, with the coast almost clear, I was now trying to get from jeans to short skirt within the confines of my seat without drawing too much attention. I started my whipping off my work shirt as swiftly as possible and replaced it with a tight T-shirt. Reaching up my back I unclasped the bra and slipping the straps down and out of the short sleeves, bent my arms back through the straps to free my arms (and the bra) and pulled the bra out from under my T. I completed all this with my back to the stranger. I knew my antics would not go unnoticed but convinced myself that I didn’t care.

Truth was, I was turned on at the thought that he might have craned to see the side of my boob. Bra-less and nicely hugged by the tight T, I reached up inside my jean legs to unzip my knee length boots. Socks followed. The skirt I slipped on before undoing and sliding down the jeans. Trousers off, I adjusted the skirt aware that mystery man was glued to the activities in the seat across the aisle. I imagined him getting a tingling, a sort of twinge. His sleeping penis, stirring in his trousers.

Feeling, suddenly, very sexy I decided to be really daring. Carefully I raised my bum from the seat and hooking my thumbs up under my skirt, eased down my panties. Accentuating the act, I wriggled out of the sheer fabric. I bunched them into a small ball and raising my fist to my nose, I breathed in the scent of my crotch. I knew he’d be watching and hopefully rock hard by now.

I slipped the pants into my rucksack and pulled out a pair of hold ups. These I pulled on slowly, lingering, easing the silky stockings up my thighs. I made sure the tops were fitting neatly by pulling my skirt up clear of my thighs. My peripheral vision took in his presence as I allowed him a flash of naked fanny. Swiftly I made the necessary adjustments and returned my skirt to it’s rightful length. Finally I replaced the boots, taking my time to do up the zips and parting my thighs to do so. Surreptitiously, I slipped a finger into my hole, which was juicy as a peach. I sucked on the digit making it obvious to Mr X what I had just done. I couldn’t wait to see Chris, I was sopping wet already. This stranger had helped hot up the foreplay. Plus – I’d given someone else a thrill – definitely a story to tell the lads in the pub I thought.

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