HypNovember 2024/25 Day 19: Phantom Sensation
Alternate title: The Wheels on the Bus
Okay, yeah, I can appreciate living in a big city where things happen, where local hockey teams make playoffs and all that jazz. Hell, I get excited about those things too!
Except for the part where it makes downtown a total zoo on occasion.Â
Like today, when I checked my phone after an appointment to find a text from my boyfriend.Â
“Sorry, babe, I know it’s freezing but I just checked the traffic. We won the game!! But it’s a nightmare to get downtown right now. You'll get home quicker if you take the bus than if you wait around for me to get there.”
It was followed shortly thereafter by, “Don’t worry too much about the cold, though. After all, the wheels on the bus go round and round… ;)”
Ah, crap.Â
Taking a deep breath to prepare for the suggestion that was about to take hold, I made my way over to the bus stop, where luckily, a bus was already waiting. Unluckily, the bus had obviously been there for a bit while the driver grabbed a coffee or whatever, because it was absolutely packed. But I wasn’t about to wait in the cold for the next one.
I let out a small gasp as I stepped onto the bus, waving my bus pass in the general direction of the fare device until I heard the beep in an attempt to distract myself from the sensations of small rings forming around my nipples and clit. There was nothing physically there, of course, but that didn’t make my body any less responsive to them.
I wedged myself deeper into the bus, trying to find a small pocket of space to exist amidst the bodies of everybody else just trying to get home. By the time I found a space pressed between a man in a nice suit and some asshole behind me who hadn’t bothered to take off their backpack that was now jammed into my spine, I had gotten used to the sensation of the rings.
I knew that wasn’t the end of it, though.
The driver returned, and the bus lurched forward. It took everything I had not to whimper as the rings encircling my most sensitive places started to spin at pace with however my brain translated the speed of the bus wheels.Â
With how crowded the bus was, I couldn’t even reach my phone for a distraction from the incessant teasing of the stop-and-go traffic as the rings spun, picked up speed, and stopped again over and over and over. I was grateful for my thick winter coat that kept private how hard my nipples had become, not to mention the wetness that had started to pool between my legs, but it made it all the more frustrating that I wasn’t able to find a way to surreptitiously give my nipples a bit of stimulation, a small amount of relief from the ache that was starting to build.
Not that it stopped me from trying.Â
With nothing to do and nothing to focus on other than trying to keep my balance and keep quiet as the sensations gently teased my nipples and clit, I started to feel truly desperate. Especially since this bus driver seemed to have something of a lead foot, so every so often the bus would lurch and send me hurtling into the man in the suit in front of me, taking every ounce of my willpower not to moan as my front pressed up against him.Â
After one particularly sudden start and stop of the bus, the man asked if I was okay, pointing out that I looked like I was crying. I blurted out some excuse about having a rough day at work or something and said I was fine before retreating back into my personal torment, praying that nobody would notice how much I was leaking and squirming on top of the tears of desperation.Â
As the bus made its way out of the downtown core, traffic started to flow more easily, and I got some relief from the starting and stopping of the rotation of the rings. However, it was replaced with a steadier pace punctuated by more occasional stops and starts, which only built up the pleasure higher and higher until I was actively holding back my orgasm.Â
Every time I tried to determine how far from home I was and how much subzero walking I’d have to do if I got off the bus early, we would start moving again and my mind would dissolve into mush, barely able to keep from moaning and cumming right there in the middle of the bus.Â
I’m pretty sure the only reason my pleasure-addled mind could even figure out what stop to get off at was that my boyfriend was waiting for me at the stop at the corner of our street. And get off at the stop I did, because as soon as the bus pulled away, my boyfriend wrapped his arms around me and spoke quietly in my ear, his warm breath on my neck.
“See the bus driving away? Feel the motion of the wheels… feel it speed up… that’s right… and cum for me, now!”
I managed to bury my face into his scarf, which absorbed most of the sounds I made as I rode out the waves of pleasure standing right there on the thankfully deserted street corner. We walked the half-block back to our place, where my boyfriend had laid out my warmest pyjamas to replace my now-frigid sweat and cum-soaked clothes and prepared hot chocolate for us.Â
“So, still like that trigger? I know it was mean. I can remove it if you’d rather.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
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