Jane squirmed wildly as she experienced pleasure she'd only read about in romantic novels. It was a kind of tickle… an itch that grew into something words would, never come close to. The entire underside of her body was on fire. Such a wonderful fire it was.

"Ohhhh, I'm so slick and hot," she gasped, exciting herself with her own words. Her finger snaked back against her clit again and dug the tender stalk where it grew from the velvety flesh.

She was coming almost before she realized that she'd pushed herself too far to go back. Her body writhed and her breath panted loudly as she felt the glory bunt between her virgin thighs. She was working her clit with a fingernail now and the intensity of the sensation as she went over the top made her squeal. For a second she thought she might faint. Ecstasy flowed over and through her skin. Her nipples ached against the cups of her bra. She pumped her ass forward and back against her fingers as if she were actually under a man and really getting it good. She knew what she was thinking and knew that it was wrong. But Jane went on thinking it was the only thing to do with her body quivering with ecstasy like that.

"Uhhhhh… ohhhh, God!" She bucked as the final throes shot through her. Then she dragged her wet fingers out of her slit and pushed them under her nose. They were covered with her own strong smell. She'd always thought a girl had to put up with certain animal realities… like her smell for instance. But now that musky scent was like a perfume. She managed to get her panties straight again, letting the crotchband slip tightly against her swollen cuntlips. Almost any movement was excruciating. She'd rubbed herself raw. The excitement that had taken over her mind and body had made her do things she wouldn't have dreamed of back home. Maybe it was the bus, maybe it was a lot of things.