“The inner world of a person is his inner essence, his views, beliefs, moral qualities, feelings, and finally interests. Living a life, a person often does not discover in himself all his abilities and properties of his nature. If we were given to know ourselves completely and completely, and recognize our hidden potential, perhaps we would live in a completely different world. We ourselves do not fully cognize ourselves. But sometimes we manage to look into the most intimate corners of our soul completely by chance. And we start to wonder. And why is this manifested in me? After all, there was no such thing with me before. Not at Petit, not at Sasha, not at Masha. They have no trace of that. And I have here. We are all different, different. Nature itself seeks to make us as different as possible. Therefore, it is sometimes difficult to find like-minded people around you, and it’s not easy to find a faithful companion in life. ”

From the diary of Anne-Marie Fisher.

Summer in the southern region is a wonderful time of the year only for those who go on vacation on the Black Sea coast, or better than the Mediterranean Sea, or go somewhere far to the mountains to untouched wilderness closer to cool healing springs. Well, those who fell to work and plow a half times the rate in the hot city from the sun - this is a real test of strength and endurance. And the very heat of the merciless luminary in our area - somewhere from mid-July to the very end of August. Heat for forty, in heaven, only rare clouds. Asphalt melts and becomes soft as plasticine, and concrete under the pressure of the sun's rays burn out and crack, turning into a white crumb. Hot dry wind chases hot dust around the city. Neither air conditioners, nor refrigerators really work due to peak loads, power transformers flash like Bengal lights one after another, and the room is no better than on the street. All emergency services are put on the ears, and city traffic jams constantly break the piercing howl of special transport sirens. For a short, stuffy night, all the buildings don't even have time to cool down.

In such a weather, I was driving from work in a suburban shuttle bus. The bus, as usual, at this time of the day was packed with people, and at the stops all the new passengers came. Pushed, rammed - I thought, but to go over everything. Of course, there are no empty seats. In general, the heat, stuffiness, cramped and heated sweaty bodies around. All the evil and damned. The driver declares that he will have to endure, because the bus is old, and the air conditioning in it is not even provided. If half of the people in the cabin had eaten in the morning, it would probably be easier to breathe. Although - what is there. In such a heat, sweat in five minutes. I cursed everything because my vacation was over, and the real heat was just beginning. And how good it was on the seas. Those marvelous fabulous landscapes, light breeze and blue of gentle waves of the Black Sea. And these southern nights from the world of Scheherazade itself, when sea water becomes like fresh milk, and the sea fantastically flickers with millions of luminous mollusks, and sex on the beach with the same exact vacationer from somewhere near Moscow. Already on the second day I fell in love with him, and at night, when on the beach, when in the hotel room, we had sex. Breathtaking. And how I moaned. I thought I was going crazy with the sweet love dope. And then - in this gentle warm water under the mysterious veil of a thousand and one nights.

But the good tale is over. Vacation went into memories, and as usual, all good things go too fast. I stand here in a sweltering crowd and amid half oxygen from oxygen starvation. I hate getting up early. Everyday. And hurry, hurry. God forbid being late and get penalty points. Sometimes I envy those who work in shifts or on a rotational basis. But it's too late to change jobs.I'm already thirty-seven, and at this age you can get a stable job only as a janitor, well, or as a nurse in one of the hospitals for a penny salary. Someone is pressed against the back, and I feel through the wet jersey two elastic nipples. They begin to rub against my back, and goose bumps of disgust run through my body. I want to turn around and see who this is so tightly leaned against me. But the uncomfortable position does not allow to make even a half-turn. I am clamped on all sides. Still, out of the corner of my eye, I notice long, thick hair, a smooth neck, and a gentle girlish oval of the face. Lips passionately parted and whisper something silently.

The girl is in a better situation and can hold the handrail with only one hand. I understand this when a thin hand wraps around my waist, and soft fingers gently and gently touch the front. They stroke me along the thigh on my bare leg and I feel persistent touches over a strip of thin panties. I try to pull away, but I can’t do anything. Looking down, I notice how soft and wet from sweat my hand confidently penetrated under the hem of my short skirt, and I feel the inevitably pressed palm on my crotch already under the elastic of my underpants.

- A girl. What are you doing - I say indignantly - remove your hand.

I am not able to even move a little. If I take away at least one hand from the handrail, then I will surely roll to the side, and how to drink it will be trampled.

- I do not understand what you're talking about. I barely hold on anyway - her voice responds from behind, but the hand never moves away.

On the contrary, her palm arrogantly and in a businesslike manner rests on my crotch, and her finger gently strokes the sex lips to the beat of the bus. I feel a growing languor in the abdomen, lust and lust. A sweet languor awakes in me and I begin to understand that I am really excited by this touch. But this is female caress. Yes, and obscene, in public transport. It can not be that no one noticed. But I am standing completely paralyzed, and I don’t dare to oppose it anymore. I try to get up in such a way that it would be more convenient for the girl to flay. Understanding that it is not he who touches and caresses me, but she, I am leaving for full flight. Oh dear, how good I am. Perhaps this is the first time I experience such a sharp feeling. I am literally losing my mind, and flashes of sexual passion run through my body. I notice that two pairs of male eyes are staring at me at once. The guys, who were talking about something about five minutes ago, are now silent and eagerly, with lust watching a sassy girl literally fucking me in front of their eyes.

Naturally, all feelings are reflected on my face. My lips parted, I sighed heavily and intermittently, and could hardly restrain myself so as not to moan. Now I do not care, let them look. When they come home, they may even jerk at me. A large drop of grease flows down my thigh, another one follows it, and the impudent finger penetrates even further, it moves along the cave, occasionally touching the swollen and pulsating clitoris easily. The bus continues its movement. And I am thrilled by the ecstasy. I don’t think about resistance, I want further caress and very close behind I feel the hot breath of a cheeky girl. At some point, her soft moist lips pressed to my neck. And right there - burning hot pain from tight suction. Not only lips, but also sharp teeth pinch the skin in the most visible place, and now the trace of insane passion will remain for a long time. In such a heat, wearing a scarf or a scarf to cover up the shame is a real madness. Well, to hell with him. Let be.

Now I want this girl and let her everything. As if guessing my thoughts, the girl launches the second finger into my cave, and both of them rub my clit more measuredly and rhythmically. And I from an inconvenient pose manage to move towards and podmahivat. Pleasure wave after wave covers me with my head, I almost suffocate and start to moan subtly. And here he is, fast, full orgasm. It explodes in my head with a fountain of bright flashes, and a wet spot spreads on a white denim short skirt.I struggle to keep my balance and the bus stops ....