Oz Beach Boy Teased By Bus Teen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday...

It was a cool, cloudy day in Sydney, Australia. I was sitting on a public bus looking at saucy photos of singer Lizzo and desperately trying to supress an erection.

My concentration was broken by the piercing sound of shrill young female voices as two obviously excited schoolgirls boarded the bus. I looked up from my phone, and my eyes instantly widened with interest.

Though both were very attractive, one of the schoolgirls was truly, profoundly beautiful. She was tall and lean, with long, straight, blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail with a thin, red ribbon.

The taller schoolgirl's cheekbones were high, her face was perfectly shaped, her teeth were straight and white, and her eyes were big and brown, like luscious pools of rich, warm chocolate. She had a slim, regal nose, and big, full red lips, bright and vivid even without lipstick.

The schoolgirl's face was stunning in its beauty, and what I could see of her body was equally exciting. Though dressed conservatively in the long black-and-red-checked tunic and prim-and-proper, white, wide-brimmed hat of the local Catholic girls' school, St. Martinique's, I could still see that the schoolgirl's breasts were mid-sized and firm, and that her legs were long and coltish.

There was something almost hypnotic about the taller blonde girl. She looked like the sort of beauty that would get hit up on the street by casting agents, talent scouts, and modelling bookers. I could easily imagine her on the cover of Vogue or strutting down a catwalk in Milan...this St. Martinique's schoolgirl was literally that beautiful.

After the two girls tapped on with their school bus passes, they slid casually into the seat in front of me, giggling and chattering breathlessly as they noisily dropped their school bags onto the floor at their feet.

"How was your eighteenth birthday party on Saturday, Grace?" the shorter of the two girls asked her beautiful friend.

"It was amazing," Grace replied. "It was nearly as good as your eighteenth, Chloe. It would have been better if you were there though, bitch."

"It was my sister's wedding on the same day," Chloe pleaded. "You know that! There was no way I could come!"

"You hate your fucking sister," Grace giggled. "No excuse, bitch!"

"That doesn't mean I can just blow off her wedding," Chloe laughed. "Stop fucking around, Grace!"

"Yeah, yeah, anyway," Grace sighed, "my party was great, and I am now officially an adult like you, so I am very, very happy."

"Did anything happen with Noah Henley?" Chloe asked with a sly wink. "I know there's something going on between you two..."

"Oh, my god," Grace giggled. "We were hanging out all night. He's cute and funny. I eventually got him up to my bedroom while the party was going on. We were rolling around on the floor. I was getting really horny, so I pulled his pants down..."

"Oh, my god," Chloe shrieked. "Undies too?"

"Yes, his undies too," Grace said, lowering her voice. "I wanted him in the nuddy!"

"You saw his..." Chloe whispered. "His willy?"

"Yes, I did," Grace whispered. "I did indeed."

"And?" Chloe giggled. "Full details please!"

I couldn't believe I was privy to this raunchy conversation between two gorgeous eighteen-year-old schoolgirls. Expensive and exclusive, St. Martinique's Catholic School For Girls was renowned for allegedly producing sophisticated, successful young women, and the staff would likely have been horrified to hear what Grace and Chloe were talking about.

Seemingly oblivious to my presence, the two schoolgirls either thought I couldn't hear them, they were actually happy for me to listen in, or they didn't even notice I was there. It was most likely the latter. I hung on every word while pretending to stare out the window at the passing scenery.

"Noah's cool, he's tall, and he's a bit older than us...Big Dick Energy, y'know?" Grace said flatly. "Well, um, no...the guy's got a fucking baby dick!"

"Oh, no," Chloe sighed. "No...really?"

"Cocktail frankfurt," Grace deadpanned, and wiggled her right pinky finger. "Pee-wee cock! Shrink dick! It's a toothpick, not a baseball bat."

"Did you still fuck him though?" Chloe asked inquisitively. "Noah's so cute...no matter how little his willy is."

"No way," Grace sneered. "When a dick goes into me for the first time, I actually want to feel it! I wanna know that donger is up me!"

"So, you're still the big V?" Chloe giggled. "We're still big V sisters? Your V is still to meet a P?"

"Yep," Grace said with a cackle. "But I did make him lick me out...I tell you, what Noah lacks downstairs, he makes up for with his tongue."

"Oh, my god," Chloe tittered.

"I told him that going the growl was a good strategy," Grace continued, "and that he should really focus on giving head because that's the only way he'll ever make a girl come."

"Fuck, you're such a bitch," Chloe gasped. "You didn't say that?"

"It's good advice," Grace tittered. "I was only trying to help. It'll make Noah a better lover...it was a sex-positive feminist act."

"Grace," Chloe giggled. "You're totally fucked."

"Oh, and I also stuck two fingers up his bum!" Grace howled. "I bent him over and just rammed them up there. He loved it! He moaned and groaned like a bitch, and then jerked himself off. He came in his hand! It was hilarious!"

"Fuck, Grace, why did you stick your fingers up his bum?" Chloe gasped.

"I just wanted to fuck him up a bit," Grace sighed. "Because of his little dick. It was fun..."

"Harsh, Grace, harsh," Chloe laughed, "but very fucking funny. Hey, have you heard Yung Gravy's new cut?"

Grace and Chloe then started chatting away about said American rapper, and I instantly lost interest. I was ecstatic about eavesdropping on their sexy conversation, and I was incredibly aroused. I was covered in sweat, and my cock was half-erect. I could feel its angry bulk beginning to strain against my tight shorts.

I quickly and nervously hit the button as my stop was coming up, and then shifted my cock in my pants to make myself more comfortable. I got off the bus totally unnoticed as Grace and Chloe continued to talk and giggle.

Through the bus window, I could see Grace and Chloe animatedly chatting away, their heads bobbing and their hands akimbo. Once again, I was struck by Grace's truly regal beauty...and turned on by her dirty, sexy mouth.

I was still shocked that a girl so young would talk in such a casually ribald manner. I was also hugely and guiltily turned on by Grace's cruel treatment of the hapless Noah Henley, whose name was curiously familiar to me for some reason.

With a spring in my step, a smile on my face, and a half-erect cock in my tight shorts, I quickly walked home from the bus stop. As soon as I got in the front door of my apartment, I stripped nude, sprawled out on my lounge room floor, and then jerked off while replaying Grace and Chloe's sexy conversation in my head.

As thick, pearly bolts of semen punched out of my rock-hard cock and then splattered onto my laminate floors two minutes later, I wondered if I would ever see the divine St. Martinique's schoolgirl Grace again...

Tuesday...

With bated breath, I awaited the arrival of the bus at the stop where Grace and Chloe had boarded the previous day. I desperately hoped to get another look at the beautiful St. Martinique's schoolgirls...but especially the heavenly Grace.

The bus was fairly quiet, and I was sitting up the front in a side-facing seat, which gave me the best view outside to check for Grace. Through my reflective aviator sunglasses, I peered hopefully through the windows of the bus's front doors.

I don't usually catch the bus, but I'd loaned my car to my drug dealing friend Jackson Monteith in exchange for a large bag of very, very high quality weed. My car-less pal wanted to take a trip up the coast with his new girlfriend, and I couldn't resist his generous trade.

My enforced use of public transport, however, was becoming surprisingly enjoyable...as the bus pulled in smoothly to the curb, I was greeted by the divine sight of sexy schoolgirl Grace waiting to board.

I pushed my longish, sandy brown hair back from my face, and then straightened my t-shirt and baseball cap. Though on my way to the nearby shopping centre to grab a few groceries, I'd really caught the bus in the hope of seeing Grace again, and I was ecstatic. This time, however, Grace was alone, with her pretty, shorter friend Chloe nowhere in sight.

Grace's long blonde hair was again pulled back in a ponytail, and her wide-brimmed white school hat obscured her regal features. Grace tapped on with her school travel pass, looked down the aisle of the bus, and then dropped her heavy bag onto the floor of the seats opposite me.

With a typical teenage shrug, Grace slumped into the seat. Again, I was ecstatic. I was now literally face-to-face with the stunning teen that I'd ogled and jerked off over the day before.

As Grace pulled her phone from her bag and checked through it, swiping madly this way and that, I drank in her extraordinary youthful beauty, again luxuriating in the sight of her smooth skin; her long, blonde hair; and her stunning features.

I stared at Grace's bare calves, which were tanned and supple, and just visible beneath the hem of her long red-and-black-checked tunic. Grace's black school shoes were polished to perfection, and her cotton socks were a crisp white.

I was so fascinated by Grace's bare calves that I failed to notice the beautiful schoolgirl look up from her phone, perhaps sensing that she was being stared at...young girls seem to have a special skill in knowing when they're being gazed at lustfully by men. As I looked up from the schoolgirl's legs, I was met by her steely glare, Grace's brown eyes hard and implacable.

I almost jumped at being so clearly caught out, and a look of obvious embarrassment must have quickly passed across my face. Just as I was about to drop my head in shame, I noticed a slight smile break Grace's glacial look, and her eyes softened a little as she turned slightly to look out the window.

After a few seconds, the beautiful Grace moved her head and smiled at me again ever so slightly. Something was definitely happening between us, but I didn't know exactly what.

I hoped, of course, that it was headed somewhere sexual. Though not officially diagnosed, I'm a raging sex addict. I'm a 25-year-old narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body into intensely ripped and muscular shape, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.

I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time.

As I tried to be less obvious in my ogling of her, Grace played with her long ponytail, picking at the split ends of her silky blonde hair. She continued to swipe and tap at her phone. I also noticed Grace occasionally flicking her eyes upward to look at me.

Being in my mid-twenties, I was almost certain Grace had no genuine sexual interest in me. To a virginal eighteen-year-old schoolgirl, I was likely bordering on being a dirty old man. I guessed (and hoped), however, that Grace may have been intrigued by my attentions, and was perhaps even enjoying it.

While swiping at her phone with her right hand, Grace curiously pulled at her school tunic with her left hand, slowly lifting it higher and higher up her legs, revealing more and more of her supple, wonderfully toned calves until the hem of her tunic sat just above her knees.

I had to struggle to prevent my mouth from hanging open in joy and wonder at the sight of not just Grace's smooth calves in their gleaming entirety, but also at her perfectly shaped and unblemished knees.

I noticed a very slight smile part Grace's full red lips as she looked down at her phone, and the schoolgirl then slowly, sensually started to separate her knees, erotically opening her perfect, eighteen-year-old legs. I watched in awe at the sight of Grace's soft, creamy inner thighs as I stared up her school tunic from my seat across the aisle.

Still swiping at her phone, Grace opened her legs wider and wider until I could see that she was wearing a pair of black, long-legged exercise shorts under her school tunic.

The skin-tight pants covered most of Grace's inner thighs, leaving, unfortunately, not much to see. But the fact that Grace was clearly and knowingly giving me a view up her school tunic was incredibly exciting. That was more than enough to get me hot...very, very hot.

After a few utterly delightful minutes, Grace quickly slammed her sexy legs shut, hit the stop button, picked up her school bag, and then hastily slid off the bus with nary a look my way.

I soon realised that I'd gone past my stop, way too entranced to realise where I was. As I hit the button for the next stop, I saw Grace standing on the street waiting to cross the road, and looking right at me with a strange, knowing look on her face.

As I got off at the next stop, my cock was still half-erect from staring up Grace's school tunic. I wondered what the sexy schoolgirl was playing at. I was certain she opened up her legs for my enjoyment, and my obvious guess was that Grace was having a little fun teasing me and making me squirm.

The fact that Grace was clearly playing with me was a massive turn on. I have slightly submissive tendencies, and I love being objectified, tormented, and mildly humiliated by women, so Grace's clearly defined position of power in our bizarre little bus exchange was getting me supremely aroused.

Grace's confidence in so mercilessly toying with me was nearly as appealing as her incredible good looks. I am not, however, drawn singularly to young girls. I absolutely love women of all ages, shapes, colours and sizes, nationalities, and religious and political persuasions. I don't have a "type", so to speak, and I've had a lot of fun with many different kinds of women.

I have, however, taken the virginity of two eighteen-year-old schoolgirls in the past [See Stories: "Oz Beach Boy Deflowers Schoolgirl" and "Oz Beach Boy Does Schoolgirl Mia"], and just the thought of taking Grace's innocence too got my cock even harder.

As I walked back home in the glorious summer warmth, I felt pre-cum leaking liberally into my underpants, and I knew exactly what I'd be doing the minute I got in the front door of my apartment...and it wouldn't be making myself a coffee.

Wednesday...

I sat optimistically on the side seat at the front of the bus again, this time with no genuine reason to be there except to hopefully ogle Grace, and to gleefully allow myself to be twisted and manipulated by this dazzling, intriguingly powerful young woman. I'd caught the same bus at exactly the same time as I had on the previous two days, and my hopes were high.

Literally thrilled, I practically hooted and hollered with excitement when I saw Grace waiting at her usual stop through the windows of the bus's front doors. As the beguiling schoolgirl got onto the bus and tapped on with her travel pass, I instantly noticed something very different about Grace.

Her wide-brimmed hat was clutched in her right hand, and Grace's previously ponytailed hair was now loose and free, with long, blonde strands brushing against her smooth cheeks as her fair mane covered her ears and hung down past her shoulders. It made Grace look older and even more confident, framing and further accentuating her natural beauty.

Grace's billowing hair, however, wasn't the only thing different about the St. Martinique's schoolgirl. Previously wholly natural in her look, Grace now sported subtle black eyeliner, while her big, full lips were covered in dark red lipstick.

The new look was shocking and exciting, made even more arousing by the fact that Grace could very well have applied the new make-up for my prurient benefit...well, I could tell myself that anyway.

My cock began to stiffen at the mere sight of the newly and alluringly made-up Grace, and I could feel my enormous bulge pushing and straining against the fabric of my very, very tight shorts.

If Grace should choose to look down (and I truly hoped she would), the eighteen-year-old schoolgirl would instantly see that I was extremely well endowed...my huge cock would well and truly put poor, unfortunate Noah Henley in the shade.

As I grappled with Grace's sexy, strikingly mature new look, the sexy teen dropped her heavy school bag on the floor, and slid right into the seat opposite me again. Now I knew for certain that Grace was wilfully and intentionally toying with me...which made this whole experience even more exciting.

With a theatrical flourish, Grace fanned at her face with her right hand, obviously hot from the stifling summer air outside. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and then slowly, deliberately undid the top buttons of her school tunic.

Clearly aware of exactly what she was doing, Grace pulled the fabric around her chest apart, and then fanned at her skin with her hand, dramatically trying to cool herself down.

Grace then bent forward and fished around in her school bag, instantly giving me a partial view down the top opening of her tunic. As I naughtily peered over, I could just see the tops of the soft, milky mounds of Grace's teenaged breasts, which were pushed together with what looked like a black sports bra.

I shivered with pleasure as Grace continued to root around in her bag, finally removing her phone from its mysterious depths. As the bewitching schoolgirl sat upright again, I winced with delight as I saw Grace's breasts jiggle ever so slightly with the movement of her young body.

I attempted to make my ogling of Grace as subtle as possible. With my eyes hidden by my reflective aviator sunglasses and my baseball cap pulled down low, I looked out the window, back down the bus, and occasionally at my phone, which I held casually in my right hand.

Again swiping and tapping at her phone, Grace once more slowly pulled her school tunic up over her calves until the garment's hem sat just above her knees. Then slowly, sexily, teasingly, the beautiful schoolgirl parted her knees and spread her legs.

After doing a quick scan down the bus to check that nobody was watching us, I once again peered happily between Grace's legs...and this time, the view was much, much better. The sexy teen's long-legged black exercise pants were gone, replaced with a pair of far more revealing knickers.

Though not a g-string, Grace's new red cotton underpants cut up welcomely into her crotch, and I could see the entirety of the teen's inner thighs. They were creamy, smooth, and completely free of hair, perfectly unblemished and utterly perfect in every way. Grace slowly opened and closed her legs a few times to accentuate even further what she was doing to me.

 

I could almost feel drool forming at the corners of my mouth and sweat beading on my furrowed brow. I was in the throes of hands-off sexual ecstasy, and I felt my cock stiffen completely in my shorts, leaking pre-cum the whole time.

Embarrassingly, I couldn't help but make a quiet groaning sound, and Grace looked directly at me. The sexy schoolgirl then gave me one of the most smug, superior, sneering smiles I'd ever seen in my life.

Grace had me on the hook, and she knew it. After her brief, haughty smile, the stunning schoolgirl opened her lithe, supple legs even wider, giving me the best view yet not just of her milky inner thighs, but also of the slight bulge of her vulva, which I could see outlined through the thin cotton of her panties.

It was a profoundly sexy moment, and Grace almost scowled at me when she caught me ogling her. The teasing teen then looked down at my crotch, and openly giggled when she obviously caught sight of the huge, violent erection pushing against my shorts. I could feel my cock pulsing with desperation.

Clearly amused by the fact that she had succeeded in pushing me towards an embarrassing erection, Grace hit the stop button, grabbed her bag, and then moved hastily off the bus with another knowing, naughty smile, lightly shaking her head the whole time.

I had once again missed my stop while in Grace's sensual thrall. I sat on the bus in shock at what had just transpired. An eighteen-year-old schoolgirl was putting on a lurid show for me, and she appeared to be wholly amused by my hopelessly enraptured response. Grace had me, and she was making the most of it.

Though I had lately been somewhat erotically transfixed and bewitched by my beautiful new neighbour Odessa Prince [See Stories: "Oz Beach Boy & Odessa Play Poolside" and "Oz Beach Boy's Sexy Valentine"], thoughts of nobody but Grace raced through my mind as I once again walked home, my cock still throbbing angrily and cruelly unsatisfied in my shorts. I rectified that the moment I got home...

Thursday...

I'd perfectly timed my bus trip once again, and shivers of excitement raced up my spine as I saw Grace waiting at her usual stop, bag in hand, and her long, loose, blonde hair billowing in the warm summer air outside.

Her eyes and lips again decorated beautifully by maturing makeup, Grace took the seat opposite me once more, her bag slung casually onto the floor and her school hat placed on the seat next to her.

Grace looked even sexier today. She'd added huge gold hooped earrings to her more mature look, and her slim wrists were now adorned with bracelets and bangles. Each day, Grace loosened up further in her appearance, gradually distancing herself from the pure, virginal-looking schoolgirl I'd first been enraptured by.

The buttons on Grace's red-and-black school tunic were already undone, revealing the smooth, lightly tanned skin of the teen's inviting upper chest. I peered downward into the top of Grace's tunic, and even though I was wearing reflective aviators, the schoolgirl caught me looking and smirked naughtily.

Then, with an even naughtier smirk, Grace dropped her eyes and looked right down at my crotch, holding her gaze for several erotic moments. With the sexy schoolgirl looking right at my cock, I stiffened instantly, and immediately felt my tight shorts start to strain from the pressure.

I'd had another very sexy experience on a public bus some time ago [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Molested By Muslim Lady"], but that was all over fairly quickly. That situation was decidedly more "hands on", but the slow-burn Grace was putting me through was nothing short of extraordinary.

Grace had me in a torrid, suspended state of sexual arousal for a number of days now, and the feeling of tension and continued excitement was driving me wild.

After looking furtively up and down the bus, Grace returned her eyes directly to my crotch, and then clutched at her school tunic. The gorgeous teen slid a little lower down onto her seat, and then slowly pulled the tunic up over her calves until it sat on her knees. Grace's show happily continued.

While still looking at the now throbbing bulge in my shorts, Grace then parted her knees and slowly spread her legs. Adjusting myself in my seat, I peered between Grace's legs, and once again, the view was even better than the previous day.

As I hungrily ran my eager eyes up Grace's luscious inner thighs and into her crotch, I happily saw that the sexy teen was now wearing a very small, very tight, lacy red g-string.

Through the near sheer fabric of the skimpy underpants, I could see the vague outline of Grace's vulva. I longed to see it more clearly, but I could just make out the teen's sweet labial cleft.

With a gulp of excitement, I followed the skimpy g-string's sexy path downward, where it disappeared alluringly into Grace's soft, slim butt cheeks, which were wonderfully pale in colour. I gazed at them longingly and lustfully.

Eighteen-year-old Grace was likely revelling in casting her spell over an older man like me, and embroiling me in her cheeky game. There was no way I could safely and comfortably proposition a schoolgirl on a public bus -- even one who was actually an adult -- and Grace obviously knew this. She had all the power in this situation, and I was her hopeless plaything.

I knew deep down that I wouldn't be fucking Grace, and the submissive in me was more than happy to be little more than putty in the naughty schoolgirl's hands. I was enjoying being teased, taunted and continually and publicly humiliated by Grace.

I could only imagine what Grace was telling her friends at school about the man she was naughtily flashing and tormenting on her bus trip home every day. The thought of being a laughing stock amongst a group of giggling teenage schoolgirls aroused the submissive in me even more.

While I ogled Grace with as much subtlety as I could, the sexy teen slid her phone out of the pocket of her school tunic, and began to swipe at it, all the while slowly opening and closing her legs, teasing me with compromised views of her g-string-clad crotch.

I got harder and harder, and likely more clearly visible in my pants too. Grace flicked her gaze from her phone to my crotch, a cheeky smile playing across her lips as she could obviously again see that she'd caused me to get it up.

I stared desperately at the cleft of Grace's labia through the thin fabric of her g-string, burning to see more, and bubbling with lustful desire for the eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. I wanted to touch her and smell her skin. I wanted to feel her smooth, shiny hair sliding over my body as we fucked.

But as a raging exhibitionist, what I really wanted to do was strip right there and then in front of Grace. I wanted to peel off my t-shirt and shorts, and do some raunchy, revealing flashing of my own.

I wanted to shock the haughty Grace with the sight of my powerful, muscular physique, and flex my bulging biceps in front of her. I wanted to tense my rock-hard pecs and abs. I wanted to pose for Grace. I wanted to put on my own show.

Most excitingly, I fantasised about sliding down my black, fitted Calvin Klein boxers to reveal my big, uncircumcised cock and pendulous ball-sack. I imagined Grace, like most women, gasping in shock and delight at my outsized member, unsure whether to laugh with pleasure or scream in shock.

Thoughts of masturbating in front of the eighteen-year-old schoolgirl raced through my head. I imagined peeling back my foreskin to reveal my pulsing cock-head, and then sliding my hand furiously up and down my shaft.

I knew, however, that I could never do it. For one very brief second, however, I just couldn't help myself...I couldn't resist the temptation. I quickly pulled at my cock for some form of relief, stroking it ever so briefly.

Grace, of course, saw me touch myself, and she openly and raucously laughed, covering her sweet, lipstick-smeared mouth with her right hand, and lightly shaking her pretty head from side to side, which made her big, gold hoop earrings sway sexily.

As the bus veered toward Grace's stop, the sexy and still laughing teen hit the button, grabbed her bag, and then moved toward the exit doors. As she moved away from me, I was almost certain I heard Grace mutter the word "loser" under her breath.

Once again, the teasing Grace had left me erect, embarrassed, intensely aroused, ashamed and humiliated. I was thrilled, but wildly excited about what the next day could possibly bring. What would the next step in Grace's game involve?

Each day, Grace was revealing more and more of her youthful body. Would the sexy teen finally reveal her vulva to me completely? Would she be nude under her school tunic? Or would she cruelly leave me hanging?

Friday was, after all, the last day of the school week, and I sensed that the game-playing Grace had something in store for me...

Friday...

I sat once again on the bus at exactly the same time as I had for the rest of the week. In my now regular side seat at the front of the bus, I was nervous and excited about what would unfold next.

On this warm Friday afternoon, I had also taken a bold step myself. Instead of my denim shorts and t-shirt, I was instead clad in gym gear, sporting a tight singlet and a pair of ball-hugging lycra bicycle shorts. I had no underwear on underneath. Though I obviously couldn't go nude, I wanted to show Grace at least a little of what I had.

If the sexy schoolgirl once again got me fully erect, the outline of my massive cock would be completely visible through the body-sticking material of my white bicycle shorts, and Grace would be able to see just about everything I had between my legs. Sweat bubbled up on my brow in anticipation.

As the bus rolled in toward Grace's usual stop, I was shocked to see that not only was the eighteen-year-old schoolgirl once again wearing her long hair in a neat ponytail, but her makeup from the previous two days was also completely gone. Grace was once again the innocent, cleanly scrubbed teenager I had first seen on the bus at the beginning of the week.

And also like on the Monday when I'd first happily laid eyes on her, Grace was now also not alone. At the sexy teen's side was her cute friend Chloe, which made for an even prettier picture.

As the St. Martinique's schoolgirls watched the bus pull up to the curb, they giggled to each other while peering through the windows of the front doors. When the duo saw me sitting on my usual side seat, their giggling escalated into wild laughter.

Before I could even collect my thoughts, Grace and Chloe bundled onto the bus in a whirling dervish of girlish energy. They laughed and gently shoved each other as they dropped their bags to the ground, and then slid into the side seat opposite me. The schoolgirls stole naughty, knowing glances at me while they talked animatedly to each other.

"Miss Schofield is such a bitch," Grace scowled. "She fucking lit me up just for talking while we were doing group work. Fucking bitch..."

As Grace and Chloe proceeded to pillory Miss Schofield for a variety of offences, I wondered what the hell was going on. Had Grace finished her ongoing flashing of me? Had she stopped at her lacy g-string? Was that it? Had she told Chloe about what she'd been doing? I was a mass of confusion.

Once again, it looked like Grace had been gently torturing me the whole time, making me think she was going to reveal more of herself when she'd actually decided that the naughty little game she was playing was over. I'd been had.

Engaging in some naughty trickery, Grace had taken me to the edge of hands-off sensual pleasure, and instead of continuing, the schoolgirl tease had cruelly pulled back on me, denying me a genuine payoff.

Each day, Grace had gotten sexier and sexier, upping her makeup and jewellery, and wearing progressively smaller and more revealing underwear. Now she'd fooled me by taking it right back to the beginning.

I was quietly devastated, and I felt even more stupid for turning up in my revealing singlet and near-indecent white bicycle shorts. I was there to play but the game was done...I was all dressed up with nowhere to go. I now looked like a prize fool.

Always the one in power, Grace had got me again. Though only young, the schoolgirl was an impressive manipulator and game player. Despite being horribly disappointed, I was also guiltily turned on by what Grace was doing to me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and then noticed Grace and Chloe looking me up and down and giggling. Two sets of teenage eyes then dropped from my muscular chest, and focused directly and unashamedly on my crotch.

It felt like Grace and Chloe were almost willing me to get an erection... silently goading me on. Just that very thought was enough to get me aroused, and I felt myself slowly begin to stiffen in my skin-tight bicycle shorts.

Grace and Chloe looked up from my bulging crotch, and then smiled naughtily at each other. They knew. The naughty schoolgirls covered their mouths with their hands and started frantically whispering to each other, their hushed voices intercut with salacious giggles.

Grace and Chloe were obviously talking about me and laughing, and the cheeky schoolgirls were doing nothing to hide it. They obviously knew I was powerless, and they appeared to be relishing every moment of it.

As I sat nervously in my seat, bristling with a mix of confusion, disappointment, arousal and embarrassment, Grace and Chloe began to look me up and down even more lasciviously.

Their eyes flicked from the growing bulge in my shorts, up my heavily muscled arms, and then to my sweat-slicked face. The cheeky schoolgirls covered their mouths again with their hands, and once more began whispering, but this time loud enough for me to hear.

"God, look at the muscles on him," Chloe whispered. "Look at his arms..."

"Look at his arms?" Grace interjected. "Look at his fucking cock! You can see it through his little bike pants!"

"It's a monster," Chloe responded, and looked right down at my crotch. "I think he's getting a stiffy too!"

I was indeed now fully erect. Grace and Chloe's ogling and open discussion of my attributes had succeeded in getting me fully aroused, and I could now feel the full weight of my huge erection pushing and straining against the body-hugging lycra of my bicycle pants. My dick pulsed and throbbed, and I would have given just about anything to touch myself.

Then, almost in concert, Grace and Chloe both began to spread their legs, pulling up their school tunics at the same time. What was going on? Was it a bait-and-switch? Grace had gutted me by making me think it was over, but now the game-playing teen was actually going to deliver? This was incredible.

Avoiding eye contact with me, Grace and Chloe giggled and chattered the whole time as they sexily slid up their school tunics, and I watched eagerly as the entirety of their calves were revealed inch by titillating inch.

I was now familiar with Grace's creamy skin, and Chloe's was equally sensual in its smooth perfection, a little more olive in complexion than her friend's. Though Grace was the true, undeniable beauty of the pair, Chloe was also very, very appealing.

With dark, wavy hair, rich, brown eyes, and thick eyebrows, Chloe looked to be of possibly Greek or Italian heritage, and there was something unquestionably exotic about the eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. Like Grace, she also seemed to be enjoying having the power in this situation.

I peered between Grace and Chloe's legs, my eyes flicking back and forth between the two schoolgirls. My gaze travelled up their wondrously unblemished inner thighs, until I was finally, thankfully, sensually rewarded. There, right in front of me on a quiet public bus in the middle of the afternoon, were two naked teenage vulvas.

After cruelly tricking me, Grace had now finally delivered on her unspoken promise, ultimately revealing herself to me fully, and even involving her attractive friend into the very sexy bargain. I quietly groaned as I stared between the schoolgirls' luscious legs, my mouth embarrassingly agape.

"Fuck, he probably wants to jerk it," Grace whispered to Chloe, and spread her legs even wider. "What a perve..."

Waxed completely free of hair, Grace's vulva was tight, pink and gorgeously smooth, with mainly internalised labia topped with an inviting cleft. I had made love to women with sweet, compact, pretty vaginas before, but Grace's was undeniably one of the most beautiful I'd ever seen. I expected no less.

I could also see the sweet softness of Grace's butt cheeks, which pressed down sexily on the bus seat, and jiggled slightly as the sexy schoolgirl moved. Grace looked at Chloe and giggled, obviously amused by my obvious fascination.

"He must be a sicko," Chloe whispered. "Getting an obvious stiffy on the bus..."

Chloe's vulva, meanwhile, was encircled by a small but thick crown of darkly curled pubic hair, while her labia were thick and exposed, and almost glistened under the lights of the bus. Chloe's vagina was bigger and fiercer than Grace's dainty little purse, but they were equally appealing.

I was again rocked by confusion. This was obviously Grace's, ahem, coup de grace...the final flourish of her cheeky little game. After reeling me in with a disappointment fake-out, she'd actually taken it to the next sensual level.

The reveal of Grace's uncloaked vagina was enough in itself, but the added sight of Chloe's naked womanhood tipped me right over the edge. My cock pulsed so hard that I felt like it might even explode in climax without me even touching it.

"What kind of guy stares at schoolgirls on a bus?" Grace sneered, and then slowly opened and closed her legs.

"Weirdo," Chloe sniggered, and held her legs wide apart to give me an even better look at her.

I was entranced by what I was seeing. I could almost smell the two gorgeous schoolgirls, and imagined their musky, alluring feminine scent wafting sexily across the aisle of the bus.

I would have given almost anything to bury my face between their legs. Oh, how I longed to smell and taste them, to work my tongue into them, and stimulate the teasing schoolgirls to loud, ferocious orgasms. I desperately, feverishly wanted to take them both.

As I gazed at Grace and Chloe's exposed vulvas, I realised there is nothing more powerful in the world than a beautiful young woman. I would have done anything Grace and Chloe asked me. I would have stripped naked on the public bus...I would have humiliated myself...I would have committed robbery...I would have wreaked havoc...anything to taste their youthful sweetness and explore their divine bodies.

While Grace and Chloe giggled and whispered to each other with their adolescent legs spread wide apart and their school tunics now pulled up way past their knees, I looked quickly around the bus. Nobody was watching us, and it was like the three of us were in our own sordid little world of sensual domination and eager submission.

Pushed right to the sexual edge, I could no longer contain myself. I dropped my right hand between my legs and grabbed my cock, quickly pumping it back and forth. Within seconds, I felt myself beginning to orgasm. The sense of release was utterly staggering.

"Oh, my god," Grace whispered in shock. "I didn't think he'd actually do it. He's..."

"Oh, fuck," Chloe giggled. "He's whacking himself off..."

I rubbed my shaft up and down again, groaned in shock and pleasure, and then felt semen explode from me. My gluggy man-seed slid and slammed into the inside of my white bicycle shorts as I ejaculated again and again. Grace and Chloe looked down at the growing stain on my crotch and laughed to each other in shock. They had me.

 

"Let's get off the bus," Grace said with comical urgency, and hit the stop button. "I can't believe he actually wanked in front of us...I can see the sploodge on his little bike pants."

"Let's go," Chloe laughed and grabbed her bag. "Let's go...oh, my god, this is so weird! What a sicko!"

Grace and Chloe grabbed their bags up off the floor, hastily stood up, and then moved toward the front doors with a frantic sense of purpose. Before they exited, the haughty schoolgirls leered down at me with now familiar smug, superior, humiliating smiles.

"If I see you again," Grace said with a fierce snarl, "I'll call the cops. Creep!"

And with that, Grace and Chloe laughed with a theatrical flourish, and then quickly got off the bus. When they hit the footpath outside, the sexy schoolgirls both peered into the bus, and then flipped me off in furious unison, their middle fingers upraised and their beautiful faces twisted in a curious mix of disgust, anger and amusement.

As the bus pulled away from the kerb, I stared down in embarrassment at my semen-stained bicycle shorts, and then tried to pull my singlet down over my crotch to cover the incriminating wet spot. I was a confused mess of jizz and sweat. Grace and Chloe had succeeded in reducing me to a complete joke.

I hit the stop button, and then limped off the bus awkwardly, my tight singlet clutched down tight over my wet crotch, and my limp cock awash with wads of sticky jism.

I pulled my baseball cap down low over my face, and adjusted my aviator sunglasses. Utterly humiliated, I stood near the front of the bus, and held tight as the big vehicle pulled in to my stop.

"Have a great day, mate," the bus driver said, and looked over at me with a knowing wink as I walked off the bus. "They sure took you for a ride, huh? I hope you don't have to go anywhere in those pants!"

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself.

Had the driver been watching the whole thing? Was it the same driver on every trip? Was the bus driver witness to it all? I didn't even bother to look...the driver should be watching the road! Not watching me!

Called out and shamed, I was now even more embarrassed! Had the driver seen Grace toying with me? Had she seen it all from behind the wheel? Had she watched me come in the rear view? I was in shock.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I muttered as my feet hit the concrete of the footpath outside, the driver's high pitched, feminine laughter ringing in my ears.

I couldn't believe it. Grace was a canny, self-aware eighteen-year-old schoolgirl like I'd never seen before. She had sensually and imaginatively led me on for five glorious days, and then humiliated me in public for her stunning final act.

It was quite the artful and inventive little game. The gorgeous Grace and her giggling accomplice Chloe had well and truly taken me down...and I loved every lascivious second of it.

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