Repeated tapping on my shoulder roused me from my evening commute daydreaming. Fleeting reminders of gazing down at a girl on a sidewalk…. I'm Mandy, fuck me…. Something like that.

Gary, next to me, was excited. “Look at this, mate.”

Reluctantly, I dragged my eyes from the pretty young thing outside. She’d been keeping pace with us during the regular evening kerb-side crawl. Other than the air-con & negligible cost, bus travel offered few advantages. The same crowded roads, day after day - Metro Manila was losing its magic.

“What?” A tad impatiently towards my geeky pal, but he was used to that.

“Here. On the screen. Read it.”

[19:32:08] Pink Nix: should i use a cucumber as well sir?

[19:32:30] Dom_the_DOM: do you have one there with you?

[19:33:54] Pink Nix: no. still on the bus. ill buy one on the way home

[19:34:43] Dom_the_DOM: something to look forward to for later then :)

[19:34:59] Dom_the_DOM: how wet is this making you, Pam?

[019:35:48] Pink Nix: panties off while riding the bus kinda wet

“Since when did you start sexting?” I asked.

“Since never. I’m only reading this.”

“Good for you. Finally found yourself a hot girl.”

“Think so, but not the way you’re thinking.”

“How then? Are you just role-playing?”

“It’s not that. Someone else is writing it. To this girl.”

“Who?” And before he told me, a thought smacked me in the face. “Hang on a minute, if you’re not writing it, how come it’s on your phone?”

“Because I spent my uni years attending classes, not chasing skirt.”

“And that’s why you’re still a virgin.”

“As if I’d be a virgin at 36.”

“I know. Puzzles me too.”

“Fuck you! I’ve had plenty of women.”

“Not since I’ve known you, you haven’t.”

“Dry spell.”

“When’s it gonna rain?” I teased, dryly. And getting back on topic, asked, “So who’s writing this stuff then?”

“Duh! Think about it. Who cares who’s writing it, how about who’s reading it?”

“Why?” I was as left behind as the girl on the pavement.

“Because she says she’s on a bus.”

“Hundreds of buses in Manila...”

“Look out the window, how many can YOU see?”

I looked out. Lots of traffic. No buses. So he had a point. Still didn’t know what it was, though.

“You didn’t ask me how I’m able to read other people’s messages.”

“I did, but you started trying to hide your virginity.”

He adopted a not uncommon silent sulk. This wasn’t the first time I’d teased him. The whole Sheldon thing was a tease. I’d normally have gone back to my totty spotting, but for once I was genuinely intrigued.

“Come on then, Sheldon, how ARE you doing it? Been to spy school or something?”

“Just an app I made.”

“And you can read people’s messages with it? Fuck me! That’s like having X-ray glasses in the girls’ changing rooms.”

“Not a good analogy. You wouldn’t have to be inside, you’d be able to see through the walls.”

“Always so pedantic….”

“And besides, such glasses are an impossibility.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sheldon, no one likes a show-off.”

“I’m serious. Could never be made.”

“You’re always so serious, mate, that’s your problem.”

“Hardly a problem right now, is it?”

I was starting to get his point.

“Any more messages?”

He tapped a couple of times on the screen and showed me –

[19:36:25] Dom_the_DOM: wearing a dress or skirt?

[19:37:38] Pink Nix: skirt… and I wore a black thong

[19:38:16] Dom_the_DOM: 'wore' I like :) ‘whore’ I like even more

[19:38:35] Dom_the_DOM: got a jacket to put on your lap?

[19:40:06] Pink Nix: yes...what would you have me do sir? ;)

[19:40:38] Dom_the_DOM: slip your hand under your skirt & tell me just how wet you are

“So there’s a couple on a bus sexting each other, and she’s got her fingers up her cunt. Did anyone ever tell you you’re quite a perv?”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“It’s not pervy when the girl wants it too. Think this girl wants her kinky messages being read by a sad, geeky perv?”

“Forget that; she doesn’t know.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. But you’re missing something.”

“What’s that?”

“They must be on THIS bus.”

“How come?”

“Ask me what the range of this app is.”

Fucked if I was going to give him too much credit. “Let me guess, 500 meters.”

“Oh, you really were wasting everyone’s time at Uni, weren’t you?”

Sarcastic fucker…..

“How would I get that sort of power out of a smartphone?”

Bluffing, I asked, “You tell me, you’re supposed to be the engineer.”

“That sort of range is impossible. Besides, you’d just get swamped with messages. Short range only. And since we’re moving, but still getting the messages, they must be on THIS bus.”

“Why would they be texting if they were on the bus together? Hey, maybe he’s as much a geek as you, and he’s seducing her with his geekiness.”

“Very funny!”

He wasn’t laughing. “Sorry mate, couldn’t resist.”

He looked thoughtful. “It’s a good point, though. Why would they text if they were on the bus together?”

We said it together, “Only one of them is on the bus!”

Bingo!

Slyly, I told him, “Even better, SHE’S on the bus, she told him, didn’t she?”

“She did indeed….”

“She’s on this bus with a wet pussy. Sitting there all horny. And he told her to check just how wet her pussy was. See if she’s answered.”

[19:41:38] Pink Nix: its slippery and totally sticky

[19:42:04] Dom_the_DOM: horny Pam :)

[19:42:17] Dom_the_DOM: put your finger inside....

[19:42:51] Pink Nix: oh yes..:)

[19:43:22] Dom_the_DOM: so fucking kinky, fingering yourself on the bus :)

“Shit! She really is doing it!”

“So she says. Might not be, might just be saying it to make him happy.”

“Nope, trust someone who knows, she’s doing it alright. And are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I guess so. That he’s gonna be a lucky guy when she gets off?”

“Wrong. I’m the one who’s gonna be the lucky guy. I’m gonna find her and get her off the bus first.”

“That’s a big ask.”

“Says who?”

“You’re a cocky fucker.”

“Watch ‘n’ learn mate. You been getting a lot of messages?”

“You mean earlier?”

“Yeah.”

“A few.”

“Show me.”

He scrolled through them as my eyes tried to keep up. “Slower, for fuck’s sake! Go back a bit.”

“Alright, alright, slow reader.”

“Whatever, Sheldon. Go on, slowly. That one. Look - ‘Put a coat on your lap.’ And…. And that one, see, ‘Your big tits.’ Getting an idea of who we’re looking for. Look around. See any suspects?”

“Her, maybe?”

“They’re hardly big, now are they?”

“Big enough for me.”

“Me too, but look at her hands.”

“What about them?”

“You can SEE them. Both of them. So how’s she fingering herself? Look, you stick to the hardware, let me handle the software.”

I stalked the bus, swaying like an old sea dog. I wasn’t sure at first. Then she looked up from her phone, matching my stare, and gently bit her lip. Bingo!

Gary was behind me. “You'd better read this.”

[19:49:00] Dom_the_DOM: fingers too busy to type? ;)

[19:49:02] Punky Nix: loving it too much ;)

[19:49:21] Dom_the_DOM: first time in public?

[19:50:10] Punky Nix: uh huh..;)

[19:50:51] Dom_the_DOM: you want to get caught, don't you?

[19:52:09] Punky Nix: I think I did

When she met my eyes again, hers oozed lust & guilt. Mine burned with greed, taking in her full curves and bumps.

“Hi...”

Her eyes were as big as a deer caught in headlights. Blocking the exit, there was no escape. That’s what you get for taking the window seat. She said nothing, but her expression said it all.

“…Pam.”

Her lips open in a gasp, ‘Oh fuck!’ written across her face.

“Enjoying that?”

She paused, then gave a slow nod. As they say, what’s not said says more than what is.

I slid into the seat beside her. “Need a hand?”

She just stared.

Interrupting nothing, I told her, “Well, I’m gonna give you one. I figure that’s what you want, what you need right now.”

She mouthed a silent moan before turning away from me, presenting her big ass, pushing it back against me, and looking over her shoulder. So inviting. Before she could change her mind, I explored beneath her skirt. Soft thighs, scissoring open as I sliced my hand between, finding her finger slick with her juices and fully embedded, and joining it inside, inside her warm, wet, and tight little honey pot. That made her moan. Double bingo!

Fuck! Faster than a Porsche, I was. From ‘Hi!’ to fingering her cunt in under 10 seconds. That wasn’t so much a record; that was a completely new category. All thanks to Sheldon’s brains and my charm. Great double act we were.

She was hungry, her initial shock evaporating, as she rocked her hips against my hand, drawing my finger in to the hilt. Damn! She was wet. Niagara-fucking-Falls-wet. She leaned forward & bit her other hand.

“Let my friend suck your finger, he wants to taste you.”

Like an actress, she followed my direction, and my index finger filled the void. I heard Sheldon kissing and sucking her slim digit behind me. Good girl, introducing herself to my best buddy like that. Giving him a taste of the hole he was going to fuck. My thoughts were on the hole I wanted, and I rubbed my thumb in her juice to prepare.

She moaned when I pushed it against her starfish, swore when it entered. This girl was so horny, I wondered if she’d even let us fuck her on this bus. I gripped her perineum, rubbed it like a banknote between my digits, thumb back as my fingers fucked her cunt, thumb fucking her ass as my fingers came back out.

Her phone buzzed. I told her, “Read his message to me.”

[19:55:48] Dom_the_DOM: you want to get caught, don’t you, pam? you want guys to know what you’re doing, and you know that even when they do, they’re too lame to do anything

Unbelievable! This so-called, self-styled ‘Dom’ fucker, tweeting her, calling me lame? I’m fucking lame? Gonna show him just how fucking lame I am. Fucking tosser!

“Tell him what I’m doing to you, Pam.”

She did nothing, so I forced my fingers in deeper to wake her up. It did, she arched her back & pushed back at me, a long moan escaping her lips.

“Fucking tell your apology for a Dom what I’m doing to you, Pam. Tell him where my fingers are. Tell him exactly. And mention my buddy too.”

She typed it out. I was finger fucking her pussy and ass as agonisingly slowly as her keystrokes.

oh fuk! 2 guys. 1 has fingers in me. other 1 suckin juice off my fingers. I want both

“Show me.” I read it. That postscript was particularly touching. And considering the stress she was under, I was prepared to let her spelling mistakes go.

“Good girl, Pam. The question is, what are we going to do with you now? Are we going to fuck you here, or can you suggest somewhere where we can take our time?”

“No, not here, oh fuck!”

“Can’t believe you’re saying no. You want it, don’t you?”

Fingers thrust in for emphasis.

“Oh God, yes!”

I pulled her other hand to my trousers, let her feel my uncomfortable bulge.

“I want it too, Pam, this needs some relief. Either we get off soon, or I really will do you here. Fingers in your cunt and ass already, Pam, we’re halfway there.”

“No, no, not here, can’t do it here. Just a bit further, my apartment.”

Her phone buzzed again.

“What’s he saying?”

She looked, frowned, then turned it to me.

[19:56:28] Dom_the_DOM: don’t you dare! you’re mine! this is not whats meant to happen

I looked up at Gary. “Can you send messages too?”

“Of course. There’d be no fun if I couldn’t.”

“Now that is a surprise, mate, you making something you can have fun with.”

He grinned.

“Well, send him this:”

He typed as I dictated:

[19:57:02] Punky Nix: don’t need you anymore, just got a new Dom

“Sent?” Gary looked up, and nodded. “Then now this”:

[19:58:47] Punky Nix: She didn’t write that, dom_the_fucking_ex-dom. I did. With difficulty, my fingers are still wet n slippery with her cunt juice. Me n my mate are now taking your Pam to her apartment to fuck her. You can come, see & hear it in person if you dare

“That will shut the fucker up, won’t it?”

Gary laughed and nodded. “I like the we."

“Fair’s fair, mate, your brains got me here. And besides, gotta cure that virginity of yours.” He didn’t argue this time.

I turned my attention back to Pam. “We there yet, Pam? Getting fucking horny here.”

“Nearly….”

The way her words came out in a gasp, my attention was instantly fully back on her.

“Let’s have a race then, Pam. See which comes first – you, or your stop.”

My money was on her, since I was in the driving seat. I stepped up a gear, thrusting my fingers faster, and she matched my speed, thrust for thrust. She had her hands on the seat back in front, pushing it so hard that the occupant turned back to look. He must have read everything in her expression, clocking me, eyes agog, for confirmation. I winked, a moment before he disappeared. Definitely a lame one, a girl like Pam would eat him for breakfast. Lucky she’d met me then. I was the one who was going to do the eating. I was going to have her like three meals in one. Staring back at me from the window, urban lights dancing halo-like around her reflection, she was clearly beyond caring what anyone thought now. Glazed eyes half closed, mouth open in a silent howl, she was lost in a land of her own pleasure, an enchanted domain where sexual pleasure was all that the creatures needed. Her pussy was leaking like a sieve, and I knew she was close.

My mouth was close to her ear as I whispered, “C’mon, Pam, I want to feel you cum. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers, the same way you’re going to squeeze our cocks.”

She was losing control; her moans were audible. 

“We’re going to take you off this bus with your cum running down your legs. And when we get you home, you’re gonna be leaking like a tap as we fuck you.”

Maybe it was the reassurance of more to come, but she now went over the edge, an expletive escaping before she could get her hand to her mouth. Our friend looked back at her again. I mouthed, “She’s coming, you dumb fuck!” And now he just stared. Pam was convulsing, her cunt and ass milking my digits.

“Good girl!”

Our friend was still staring, so I offered him my wet fingers. He jumped back like he’d been stung, and I heard hurried Tagalog whispers from beyond the seats. Now might be an appropriate time to make an exit, regardless of where we were.

“Pam. Stop.”

“Can’t!” she gasped.

“No, stop. Is this your stop, baby?” I hoped so. She nodded.

I took her hand, like the gentleman I am, and half-led, half-dragged her to the door. From the whispers that followed us, I guessed she’d be back to riding Jeepneys tomorrow.