As I rode the bus home from work, after wearing my plug all day, I found myself growing increasingly restless. The day had been long and tiring, leaving me feeling frustrated and aroused. My mind drifted to thoughts of self-pleasure, and without thinking twice, I began to subtly rub against the fabric of my pencil skirt, my thighs spreading apart slightly as I did so. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, upping my heart rate.

My fingers were twitching with desire, yearning to get home and touch myself more directly. With a quick glance around to ensure no one was looking, I decided to reach into my panties and began to finger myself. My middle finger was sliding so effortlessly into my wet pussy. The feel of her my fingers against my clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, it was getting harder to control my reactions.

Just as I was getting into a comfortable rhythm, I noticed a pair of eyes fixed on me from across the bus. A man, who looked in his mid-30s, was staring at me with an unmistakable smile. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel my fight or flight response kick in when I realised he had seen me touch myself. I felt my cheeks burning, flushed bright red. I thought of stopping, but at this stage my ass was pulsing around my plug and I did not want it to stop. I continued, letting this much older man get a glimpse here and there.

The man's eyes never left my gaze, and I could sense his arousal, and a bulge straying to form straining against his pants. I felt a surge of power and excitement, which honestly made my pussy get wetter by the second.

The bus stopped at the next light, and the man got up from his seat, blew a kiss at me and winked. Sadly it was his stop. I got just got home and immediately went to go finish but it did not feel the same anymore without the pervy eyes of the man on me.