Busted
Jake sat on the bus, staring at her reflection in the window. It was all so unreal. Why was this happening? How was it happening. Was she dreaming? Jake pinched herself and ouched. No. Definitely not dreaming. But this was definitely wrong. Maybe she really was Lola and not Jake. But what did that mean?
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed somebody looking at her. She turned towards a blonde haired man across the aisle then followed his intent gaze down to her dress at least where her dress should have been. Her ultra short black dress had rode up unbeknownst to her leaving her naked from the midriff down.
"Aye Carumba," Jake said, her cheeks flushing prettily as she stood and pulled her crotch high dress down. She turned to make a flustered apolagy to the man then noticed the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Eyes wide Jake turned to look out the window again ignoring the man across the aisle, hoping that things would not progress any further. She crossed her legs self consciously but then her dress fell into her lap, exposing her hairless nether regions. She sighed as the man stood and approached her.
"Excuse me miss. Is this seat taken? Would you like me to join you."
"Si. I mean non." Jake said as the man sat down next to her.
"I haven't seen you on this bus before. I'm sure I would have noticed you if you rode this line " he placed a hand on her thigh ever so casually.
Jake looked at the man. "Senor, please. I -" the man's hand slowly traced down her inner thigh. Jake gasped imperceptibly, sinking into her seat as she moved forwards towards the man's hand, willing and wanting. The man's hand brushed her mons, tweaking her sensitive lips and tracing her clit before darting back to circle about her inner thigh.
