Unraveling Lisa

Boy in the Bus

Unaware of her s****l escapade last night, Lisa is puzzled why she is naked when she woke up. She remembers wearing a slip last night. Shrugging, she hops out of the bed, her bare feet padding on the floor. She can feel the wetness in her v****a and on her inner thighs. She feels sticky. So, she rushes into the bathroom, brushes her teeth and takes a good shower.

Drying her hair with a towel, she walks into her room, naked. She looks at the packed bags beside her bed and she lets out a satisfied smile. She is going to Slavole today. She is finally a college student. A satisfied smile forms on her sensual lips.

She takes out a black lace bra and panties. She selects a tank top and yoga pants to wear during the bus journey to Salvole. Lisa always feels comfortable in tank tops and leggings even if they make everyone stare at her large breasts and ample bottom. She is a fantastic curvy girl. Her secret nickname in highschool is s*x bomb even though she is a virgin. Every boy in her high school was crazy to be inside her but she is waiting for the right one. She hopes she finds him in Slavole fashion school.

If only she can get a degree from there she need not look back in her life. She stands before the dressing mirror and looks at her buck naked body. The droplets of water from her wet hair are forming rivulets down her breasts, tickling her hypersensitive n*****s. Some drops travel down between her breasts and settle in her belly button making it gleam with sunlight. Some erratic drops travel further down and settle in her fiery red bush of pubic hair.

The hair on her head is red, smooth and straight while the hair down there is red, wiry and curly. She admires her body which causes awkward erections to so many boys in her high school. She remembers how they created silly reasons to be near her and grope her squishy breasts, how many anonymous hands squeezed her bottom in hallways and how many looked hungrily at her tight p***y through her pants like they can f**k her with their eyes alone.

She hopes that college kids are more mature than that. She dresses quickly and ties her dried hair into a ponytail. Picking up her packed bags, she walks downstairs so she can take leave of her parents and board the bus to the Slavole border.

*******

Lisa sits down in the backseat of the bus, plugging earphones into her ears and tuning out the entire world. While Lisa is lost in music, two teenage boys in her adjacent seats are losing themselves in looking at Lisa's body. Her white tank top is stretched so tight along her hentai breasts that there is no fabric left to cover her abdomen. Her bellybutton is peeking at the boys maddening them.

One of the boys is moving the pen in his hands up and down imagining that he is poking it into that sexy little hole on her flat and smooth stomach. They both stare at her perfect set of t**s wanting their hands inside of that slutty tank top.

The tank top is an old one and so thin that it is almost see through. The boys can see her black lace bra which is doing nothing to hide the little erect n*****s poking through her top. The yoga pants are tight on her thick thighs. The black fabric between her legs is inched into the slit of her tight p***y, spreading the p***y lips. The boys can see the inverted triangular shape of her s*x and the little blip at the top.

Unaware of the fact that she is practically being eye f****d by two strangers, Lisa is drowned in her own thoughts. She is thinking about the rule book that came along with the college acceptance letter. According to the book, every person living in the town including the students had to participate in Slavole's special festival. She had signed a consent form confirming it. She signed it for her dream college. But the name of the festival is causing her to tense.

Naked Tribute Festival.

What do they mean by that?, Lisa wonders. But she can't come up with any explanation. It's probably nothing, she tells herself and focuses on the music again.

"Man, I will give anything to squeeze those boobs." One of the boys says to his friend, licking his lips lustily.

"I bet five dollars that I'm gonna kiss her boobs and p***y right now." The smaller one of the two boys says, his hand hovering just above his zipper.

"You can't. I bet it." The other boy sniggers.

"Watch me."

The smaller boy takes a penny from his pocket and throws it towards Lisa. It slides under her seat. Satisfied,the boy gets up and walks to Lisa, his face, a mask of innocence.

"Ma'am." He softly calls Lisa. She looks up at him, removing the buds from her ears. Wow, I should f**k that mouth, he thinks looking at her wet little mouth and imagining her pink lips tight around his c**k.

"Yes?" Lisa says.

"Ma'am, I dropped a penny under this seat. May I search for it?"

Impressed by the young boy's politeness, she nods. The boy kneels down in front of her. Lisa looks out of the window not noticing him. He searches under the seat for some time waiting for the bumpy road on the way. As soon as he feels the bus going on bumps he raises his head. His face is in line with Lisa's p***y. As soon as the bus hits a bump, he slams his face against Lisa's p***y. His lips secretly kiss her c**t and his tongue licks the swollen lips through the pants. Lisa jerks at this sudden touch.

"I'm sorry ma'am. It's the bumpy road. Did it hurt?" He asks innocently, rubbing her p***y with his hand as though he is trying to soothe her pain.

"No, no. It didn't hurt" Lisa moves his hand gently away thinking he is really sorry. The boy gets up and the bus hits another bump. This time the boy's face slams into Lisa's monster t**s. He rubs his lips and tongue against the two poking n*****s in that moment. He gets off Lisa, supporting his hands on Lisa's boobs. The flesh on those mounds is so soft that his hands sink deep. He gives them a good squeeze without Lisa suspecting him and reluctantly removes his hands.

"Thank you, mam." He says like a polite little gentleman and sits beside his friend who grudgingly hands him five dollars. At that moment, the bus stops at the Slavole border.

Lisa collects her luggage and gets off the bus with the wet patches on her n*****s and p***y left by the teenage boy’s hungry tongue..