A New Life

By Iván Sicardi

A New Life

By Iván Sicardi  Seated on the provincial bus to town, after a hard week of study, Kim was startled when the fingers of the lady next to her began exploring her leg. The attractive woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties and was very nice to look at. She had a little extra weight that Kim found quite sexy.  The casual contact of her fingers on Kim’s thigh made her intentions clear.  Kim’s first reaction was to hastily relocate, but the  bus was already packed with strap hangers. The woman had chosen her seat well, because both were at the rear and out of view of their fellow  passengers. Kim looked about desperately, but there was clearly no place to go. She realized then that shedidn’t have to accept this uninvited attention. She looked directly into the strange woman’s eyes.  She was about to address her quite sharply, when she felt thehands shift—to her panties!  She started violently.  Kim at that moment knew she was lost. Her head swan and her cheeks burned with sudden shame and fear of exposure. Wanton desire shone from the woman’s eyes, and her nimble fingers were equally articulate.  They delicately massaged Kim’s throbbing vulva with tender insistence. Her lips were moist. Kim felt as excited as she. “Please…” it was almost a whisper, but Kim didn’tdare speak aloud. Suddenly feeling modest and shy, shewanted only to escape, to deny what was happening. Kim begged her to leave her alone, and she looked out the window, feigningdisinterest.  She futilely closed her legs.  It was to no avail, because of the exploring hand buried in her pulsing crotch, and the fingers rubbed her clit through sheer panties again and again.  She frantically looked for a way to escape her predicament. Of its accord, Kim’s vulva swelled, as it always did when she felt such stimulation.  Of course, the nineteen-year old girl had masturbated, so the sensations were half-familiar to her. Kim was irritated.  Didn’t her body appreciate the tactile difference between her fingers and those of a stranger? Kim’s mind roamed distractedly. Why did her body betray her? Kim was nonplussed. She ought to have felt violated, insulted, put-upon in a way, but a soft heat had already insinuated itselflow in her belly. She was not a lesbian, of that she was completely certain. What was happening to her, then? She looked furtively at the woman. The vixen was looking nonchalantly in another direction, seemingly oblivious to her hand’s activities.   Apparently, she was bored with the bus ride, but her fingers kept up that sweet rhythm that had begun so many minutes earlier.  Had it only been minutes?  Kim’s fevered brain continued to wander.  Was it an eternity or only a short bus ride? The heat built steadily, firing her loins with a passion and arousal Kim had never felt in her young life.  Desperately, she again tried to move, but of their volition her legs parted even more to the woman’s touch.  Kim’s tingling thighs opened wide, freeing the woman to explore with complete abandon. A thousand thoughts came to Kim’s mind to put an end to this attention, but she still dared not act for fear of discovery by the other passengers. She looked around. Most dozed, the other bored faces were pointed in other directions. She looked again through the glass: emptyhighway. But the sensations that she felt were anything but boring. Kim realized this experience by itself could mean nothing…or everything.  Already, this strange encounter had killed a half hour of an otherwise undistinguished bus ride.  She forced her countenance into the same bored expression as her fellow riders, even as those fiery fingers, sloppily wet with her slippery juice, kept rubbing and rubbing through her panties. Minutes passed, and Kim began to rock her vulva back and forth, very smoothly.She thought that her body’s reaction was automatic, involuntary, but deep inside she suddenly knew she wanted it. Time stood still with the realization that she was making love with a stranger, and a woman!  But the intense pleasure Kim was feeling soon displaced her momentary shock and horror at the homosexual contact. Past caring about propriety or appearances, Kim began to appreciate those magical fingers in her wet grotto.  Now they continued, up her waist. The woman briefly glanced at Kim. A fleeting smile of understandingfluttered to her lips, then looked away again in apparent disinterest.   But her hand increased its speed and intensity…Kim passed from her initial revulsion to acceptanceand total audacity. Imagination working overtime now, she envisioned herself in bed with her, while those fingers moved ona naked cunt. That thought gave her a bold inspiration.  “Why not?” she thought to herself.  She stole a brief look around. Nothing had changed. Without another thought, Kim put both hands on her waist, lifted her skirt a little, and she tore down her panties.  They dropped to her thighs, past her knees and to her ankles while she half-stood on the lurching bus. Quickly they disappeared into her purse, and Kim regained her seat.No one had noticed. No one, of course, except the woman.  Her eyes opened wide in surprise, then contemplatively narrowed in satisfaction.  She now looked to assess her progress.  Kim opened her legs, openly inviting the woman to continue her sexy game.  She had not long to wait, as those spicy fingers acquainted themselves with her hot interior, continuing to rub with fresh dewiness. Kim expressed an inaudible sigh, began to move again. She was half-delirious with desire and arousal.  Never in her life had she ever imagined something like this happening to her, and now she wished it would never end.  She moved more and more quickly, as those playful fingers rapidly made tiny circles, matching the exact movements that Kim used to achieve ecstasy when she masturbated in her room. The orgasm was not long in coming, it arrived in slow waves of intense, humid and hot pleasure. The tremors of pleasure began to shake Kim’s body.  Soon, her orgasm would erupt, and her juices spill out uncontrollably all over that wonderful hand.  Kim was so randy that she felt past all reason or regret. Biting her lips until they almost bled, to keep from screaming out her pleasure, pressing clenched fists against her short skirt, Kim felt a pleasure she’d never imagined possible. She felt her orgasm beginning in her cunt and spreading throughout her entire body. Another involuntary groan that could never be stopped escaped herthroat.  At that moment, in small rings of vaginal flow escaped her pussy lips, leaving dripping those fingers that moved strong and swiftly on its juicy fruit.   Kim was lost, enrapt in the intensity of her passionate cum. Gradually relaxing, the fingers loosened their pressure, untildeliberately and slowly parting from Kim’s now limp body. Amidst her sighs, she watched the woman clean her fingers in a diminutive handkerchief.  She licked her lips.  They exchanged a profound look of mutual understanding and gratitude for a shared moment of magic. Kim knew then what she must do. Taking a leaf from the calendar she kept in her purse, she wrote her telephone number down and passed the white sheet to her woman.  Silent as she had been throughout the trip, the woman inspected the paper before placing it carefully in her purse.  Then she smiled and squeezed the girl’s hand in hers, the one that had brought such rapturous joy only moments before. Kim knew that in that instant a new life began for her. She would neverhave to imagine such things again. From now on, she would live them.     Iván Sicardi….© Copyright 2000