Masturbating On A Bus – With Jennifer

Okay, so a bit about me. I’m Jennifer, and at 43, I’m not afraid to say I’m old and fat. Recently divorced and craving some excitement in my life, I grew tired of merely reading naughty stories online—I wanted to live them. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon Punishment South West’s website that I saw an opportunity to embrace my desires.

With the support of someone willing to hold me accountable, I believed I could finally take the plunge. No more hesitating—I was determined to make it happen. My fantasy? To indulge in public masturbation. The details were still a blur, but one thing was crystal clear: this was my chance to turn fantasy into reality.

I reached out to Master H and together, we crafted a fantasy that would ignite my desires. The setting? The back seat of a bus. We arranged to meet on a specific route, a Cornish bus that Master H had identified as lacking CCTV surveillance—a definite plus for our plans. The journey itself stretched over an hour, providing ample time for our escapade.

In anticipation of our meeting, Master H provided explicit instructions regarding attire and accessories. He urged me to wear the shortest skirt imaginable and to arm myself with the most sizeable dildo available. That really made me nervous, the short skirt I could do, it was summer and even though I was on the large side plenty of tourists wore much less, the fact that I decided to go without knickers, well that was just a plus for me.

However, the dildo posed a greater challenge. Despite my nerves, I resolved to comply with Master H’s wishes. He desired nothing less than the largest dildo I could procure, and that’s precisely what I obtained—an impressive specimen stretching over 14 inches in length and boasting considerable girth. Christ, it was big. Following his instructions to the letter, I refrained from any practice sessions, eager to experience it all with fresh anticipation.

As I boarded the bus at Penzance bus station on a rainy Sunday, the sparse crowd offered a sense of privacy, which I welcomed. Making my way to the top deck, I noticed a man already occupying the back seat. Unsure if he was Master H or simply a fellow passenger, I opted to sit in the row ahead of him, hoping he would get off before my rendezvous with Master H.

The thought of a stranger discovering my intentions made me uneasy. Sitting there, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness, my heart pounding with anticipation of what was to come.

As the bus trundled along its route, my mind raced with possibilities. I stole glances at the man behind me, trying to discern any clue that might reveal his identity. Was he watching me, aware of my plans? The uncertainty only added to the thrill, heightening the illicit excitement coursing through me.

A couple of stops later, another passenger boarded and opted to take the seat directly in front of me. Now, I was thoroughly perplexed. One of these men had to be Master H, but which one? The uncertainty gnawed at me, intensifying my nerves. All I could do was hope that Master H would wait until the other passenger disembarked. However, luck wasn’t on my side.

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