I gave a stranger a foot wank on the bus.’It’s alright Frida, girls do masturbate’.Listening to him say it to me, sort off blew me away. It was as if sex talk were a glue, and I could myself bonding to him, though the truth was much deeper than that, I was a sex addict, and he was supposed to be my ther****t.My periods were heavy and they left me almost anaemic, ending with me seeing my local GP and an intrusive examination. Because of the embarrassing situation I explained to him my parents did not know I was doing this, I wanted to keep it quiet, which opened the door to his abuses of me, which I reciprocated willingly.I admitted to being a girl who masturbated, had immoral thoughts about men, and enjoyed being examined by him. After almost four months of regular sex he recommended me to another friend, and we immediately started having sex also.I was prescribed the pill to regulate my periods, which meant I could perform bareback sex, and let men ejaculated inside me, for a more complete experience.Some Tire Escort say the internet is turning girls into sex objects, but I can remember long before ever going online, to having urges to expose myself to men, just for fun, and on a couple of occasions, joining in and doing it with them.My therapy sessions were all about my story telling, lying semi nude on his leather divan, and masturbating as he watched me, no doubt, secretly filming me, and having my orgasm as my story built slowly to its climax.He was also masturbating, his thing apparently getting off watching and listening to a girl do her own thing.Playing footsie on an overnight bus ride down to London Girls travelling on their own can be a dangerous thing, but somehow, boarding a bus at the main station, and taking the overnight non-stop just did not seem to big a deal.I was at the terminus early, so I boarded first and settled into the long back seat, where I could stretch out and sleep for Torbalı Escort the 10 hours journey.It was a comfortable back seat and eventually after about 3 hours, boredom was settling in, and the old familiar itch started and I needed to scratch it, so I started a finger session, off and on, through the side zipper on my short skirt.People coming and going to the toilet were interrupting me, destroying my rhythm, so I removed my panties, in the vain hope my nudity would bring me to a happy conclusion.I turned and stretched my legs along the length of the back seat, my feet pointing to where the toilet was. Both seats in front of the toilet were empty, perhaps the thought of a bad smell put people off, but for me it meant I could enjoy my forbidden pleasuring, and not worrying about being caught.The heat and the hum from the air-conditioning along with tiredness soon had me dozing instead of fingering, the driver had also turned all the inner lighting off.The first I Üçyol Escort was aware of someone on the same seat as me was when I felt his weight sink down on the seat. I lay motionless as his clothes touched my bare feet, which were now resting against his pants.My eyes were accustomed to the darkness so I could peer at him from my semi-upright position, through my partially closed eyes, and then to my delight, I saw he was taking his penis out and began stroking himself, his eyes darting my my feet to my face.I lay perfectly still, this was something I wanted to enjoy.It was not rocket science, just plain old human interaction, a man taking sexual advantage of a sleeping female, to make it work, simply needed my cooperation, and he had it.My nude feet responded positively to his fondling, as he readjusted his sitting position to enable him to slide his cock between both my feet, and start rubbing his shaft with them. I assisted by increasing the pressure and locking my toes to hold him in-situ, then, as it became so fucking obvious, I started to give him a foot wank, and rub my own pussy as he watched. The next stop came 25 minutes later and he alighted the bus, leaving his thick gooey semen between my toes, I just did not have the heart to wipe them clean.