Thrill of exhibition ll

Mary's heart beat quickly as she thought about yesterday. Closing her eyes, she thought about people looking up her skirt. Cupping her breasts, she gently squeezed. Moving her hands down, her stomach quiverred as it glide downward.
Brushing through her pubic hair, she was surprised to find she was wet. Mary jumped as if she was shocked when she touched her clit. Teasing it, she reached into her bra.

Squeezing her nipple as she pushed her finger between her folds. Her knees began to shake as vaginal liquids tricked down her fingers. The sound of her screaming snapped her back to reality.
Stepping into her skirt, Mary carefully checked the length. After adjusting a couple times she was pleased.
Grabbing her coat, Mary headed to the bus stop.

Seeing so many people she began to get nervous, thinking maybe this isn't such a good idea. With the bus coming up, it was too late to go home and change. Stepping onto the bus, Mary spotted a seat mid way down the bus.
Her heart pounded as the bus began moving. Looking up, she noticed no one was paying attention to her. After a few minutes she began to relax.

The next stop, several people left, leaving the back row vacant. Taking a deep breath, Mary gathered her nerves and moved towards the back. Knees together, she she with her head down. You can do it, she thought to herself.
Relaxing her legs, Mary let them part a little. The cool air blowing up her skirt stirred something inside her. Moving her feet, she spread her legs as far as her skirt allowed. Leaning her head back with her eyes closed, she imagined everyone watching.
This was the encouragement she needed. Reaching for the hem of her skirt, she folded her fingers under it. Pushing her lower half forward, she pulled her arms back a little.
Opening her eyes, Mary was disappointed no one had noticed. She was looking out the window when she heard a book drop.
Turning her head she seen a man leaning down reaching for it. As she watched him, she smiled when he looked her way. She could feel her nipples stiffen as he stared. Her heart jumped when he got the man's attention sitting across from him.
A fire built between her legs with a third person looking. It was all she could do to keep from putting her fingers in her.

Feeling the wetness growing, she couldn't wait for her stop. Mary hopped off the bus as the do is opened. She could feel the liquid run down her legs while entering a coffee shop. Rushing to the restroom, Mary ripped her skirt down.
She bit her hand to muffle her scream while pushing her fingers deep in her burning vagina.