Erotic Tease
By Erotictymes.com
I liked to tease men, to show them just enough of myself to get them off, to make them hot. I loved seeing the looks on their faces, and watching them as they shifted their positions to make room for their growing cocks.I just love watching the bulges grow in their crotches, knowing that it is me that is causing it. The furtive glances, the quick looks, and the outright stares amaze me. The things that men do to hide the fact that they are looking is also an interesting turn-on. They don't want me to know that they're scoping my cunt, and they do all kinds of amazing things, like cover their eyes and then glance through their opened fingers, things like that.One time in particular, I got on a bus going downtown from my stop out in the suburbs. I was wearing a very short skirt with no panties at all. My blouse, already tight by the fact that I have big tits, was short cut, and I had unbuttoned the top three buttons. It was a sheer white, and I wasn't wearing a bra. I felt very naked, and my pussy was tingling the minute I stepped out of my house.I sat near the back of the bus, and the man who had been standing beside me at the bus stop followed me, and sat across from me. I had the seat to myself, and I moved over to the window seat. I turned toward him and smiled, spreading my legs slightly.I watched with anticipation as his gazed moved from my face to the window, and then to his lap. He looked around, and there it was --- the quick, ostensible rubbing of his eyes as he chanced a quick glance at my pussy. I watched his crotch, and I could see his cock begin to make headway in his slacks.
His eyes quickly moved to my chest, and then he looked away, his breathing a little heavier and faster. I could feel my pussy tingle at his reaction. He looked out the window, and then unfolded a newspaper across his lap. Damn, I thought, I was going to be cheated out of my show.He raised the newspaper to where the view of my pussy was just beyond his gaze. He wasn't looking at the newspaper at all. He was looking at my crotch. He was staring straight at my pussy, the newspaper a kind of Trojan horse, a decoy. Very inventive, I thought. It covered his hard cock in his slacks, while at the same time, afforded him an opportunity to look all he wanted without my noticing that he was staring.Well, I had some views for him, all right. I spread my legs a little farther and the slid down in the seat, letting the skirt ride up on my thighs. I spread my legs even further, and I reached over and got my purse, as if looking through it. I glanced down at my lap, and even I could see my wet cunt hairs. I was giving him one hell of a show, all right.I lifted one leg, the leg away from the gaze of anyone else, and spread my legs farther apart. His breathing was getting really heavy, and one of his hands suddenly disappeared beneath the news paper. I spread my legs wider and reached down and ran a finger across my pussy lips, looking him right in the eyes. He wasn't looking at the news paper now at all. He glanced up my eyes, and then down at my crotch. Then, he moved the newspaper aside.
His cock was sticking out of his pants, hard and throbbing. His balls were out, too, being scrunched together by his zipper. The head of his dick was deep red and glistening. I rubbed my pussy lips a little faster, and with my other hand, I reached up and undid one of the buttons to my blouse.He stroked his cock as I watched, and I moved my finger to my clit as he watched. I unbuttoned another button, and now my nipples were visible.He stroked himself faster and faster, and I was sure that someone would notice the rhythmic movements. No one turned their heads --- no one seemed to notice that we were even on the bus.I stuck my finger in my cunt, finger-fucking myself right there in front of the guy. He suddenly tensed, and all at once, cum came gushing out of the red, moist head of his fat dick. It flew up in the air and landed on the newspaper, on his pants, and on the floor of the bus.I came, my body writhing around on the seat, a little murmur escaping my lips as I came again and then again. Slowly, I regained my composure and pulled my sticky finger out of my cunt. Then, I lowered my skirt and reached up and rebuttoned my blouse.I reached into my purse and got out a couple of tissues. I handed one to the man across from me."Thank you," he said."Not at all," I said. "Here, let me help you."I reached across the seat for his cock and dabbed it with a tissue. It was warm and hard, and I loved the feel of it in my hands.Then, I let go of it as the bus came to a stop. He pushed his softening cock back into his slacks and zipped them up, and I wiped my hands with the tissues. I could smell the salty, musky odor of both of us, his cum and my sticky pussy juices. I wiped the spots on his slacks, and then bundled the tissues and dabbed at the spot on the floor.He took the tissues and wrapped them in the newspaper."Quite a show," he said. He stood to get off the bus. "I'd like to see all that again."He left the newspaper on the bus. I got up and followed him, making arrangements to do the show again, only this time with his help.
