She had only been gone from home three mouths, but they had been the longest three months of her life. She had satisfied some of her desires, but found most men to be like her husband. They wanted to control her and her body. They didn't care what she wanted and they thought only of their own selfish needs.

All bullshit, she thought. The boy behind her was apparently traveling alone. She felt guilty, watching him jacking off, but not so guilty that she turned away. As often as she fucked, no man had ever jacked off in front of her. It was one thing Lisa had always wanted to see.

Her cunt was starting to burn with that inner fire as she watched the boy's fist moving up and down his cock. She glanced about the darkened bus, sliding her hand under her wrinkled skirt. She rubbed lightly at her pantied cunt at she watched the boy. It excited her the way he moved his fist slowly, giving his cockhead a twist with his fist.

Her clitoris turned rigid, swollen with desire. She slipped her finger under the crotch of her panties, gently stroking a puffy, hairy cuntlip then probing the tip of her inflamed clitoris. She tried to control her breathing but that was impossible.

The boy jumped and quickly stuffed his cock into his pants, pulling the zipper up with a loud snick. He sat upright in his chair, looking over the tops of the seats guiltily.

Lisa was disappointed. She had wanted to see him come. She moved her hand from her panties, smoothing her skirt back down over her knees. She picked up her book and tried to read, but all she saw was the boy's throbbing cock, his fist sliding up and down it. She wondered if his balls were hurting with frustration. She cursed herself for not being able to control her loud gasps.

She had about an hour to go before she reached her destination. Before she had been bored, but now she twitched on the seat, her mind dwelling on the boy behind her. She glanced at her wrist watch twice and each time only a minute or two had passed.