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I often enjoy taking public transit, even though most people don't. I like people-watching, trying to imagine what everyone's lives are like, and what they're doing that day. The only time I don't particularly enjoy it is during the early evening. In a crowded city like mine, the downtown trains and buses are packed like sardines as everyone rushes to get home after a long day's work. I held my purse tighter to my side as I stepped on board the bus, and sighed, realizing I wasn't going to find a place to sit for awhile. I squeezed through the crowd to the second door in the back, figuring it'd be easier to just stay there and hop off quickly when my stop came. I could barely turn my curvy body around to face the door, mumbling apologies under my breath at those around me who I accidentally bumped into. I almost lost my footing, taking a step backwards to steady myself as the bus tore off from the stop, and I felt the curve of my bottom bump into the body of the man behind me. Blushing bright pink, I murmured another apology under my breath, and focused my eyes on the door in front of me, hand on the bright yellow pole at my side.
I took out my phone to glance at it, and gasped as I felt the bus hit a pothole, and the man behind me bump into me once again. This time I didn't apologize, he had to know that wasn't my fault now, and I did my best to steady my body for any future bumps in the road. Another hit, and his pelvis met almost perfectly against my cheeks, and I could suddenly feel his presence closer than before. I glanced down, realizing his brown suede shoe was definitely very close to mine. His hand rested on the pole above mine, forcing him to lean his body in uncomfortably close to me, and yet he said nothing. I didn't dare look back, there was a definite thrill zinging through my veins. I had no idea what he looked like, I'd only given him a passing glance at most... did he have dark hair? I think he had dark hair... maybe a suit.
The bus came to it's next stop. Passengers didn't use the second set of doors I was practically pressed up against, too much hassle, and instead pushed their way through the crowd to get up to the front. One rather boisterous woman forced everyone near our set of doors to side-step out of her way. My body was pressed tighter against the closed doors, and the man behind me pressed in tighter as well, to the point that I could feel the heat of his breath against the nape of my neck. As the bus took off again with a harsh jolt, my body buckled into his, and my breath caught in my throat. There, nestled firm against my ass, was the undeniable bulge of his erection. Nothing outrageous in size or girth, from what I could tell, but it was more than enough to send my heart racing. I was afraid to react, just in case this was an accident and he was embarrassed by it, I didn't want to humiliate him by bringing attention to anything. Besides, he probably wasn't actually interested in me anyway, it was probably just the friction.
Seeming to answer my internal debate, his hips bumped against my rear again, then again, then again. My face burning, heart fluttering, mouth dry, I took a chance, and on the next bump of the bus, returned the favor. I heard an intrigued sound from behind me, a 'hmm' of curiosity he made just under his breath, and suddenly I lost all ability to keep track of stops, bumps, or anything else bus-related. I could feel myself getting excited, the undeniable itch of lust creeping through my body... and I smiled.
I felt the fingers of his free hand brush against my arm, which made me jump in surprise, and he pulled his hand back quickly. No, no... no, don't stop, I wanted to say, hoping he hadn't gotten the wrong impression. I hoped another push of my ass into his erection would be enough. He touched my arm again, much slower this time, running a few coarse fingertips up and down the smooth skin of my forearm, then he moved his hand down to my hip, resting it there momentarily. My head buzzed with excitement as his fingers roamed me, moving from my hips back to the curve of my ass, before taking a handful of one cheek and squeezing through my pants. Oh, how I wished I'd worn my skirt today. A skirt and no panties would have been a dream for both of us, and I would have given myself willingly right then and there. He didn't seem to mind what I was wearing, though, and instead explored further.
Still nervous, but curious as hell, I reached around behind my body, positioning my hand in such a way that the bump of his hips put his cock right into my palm. He shivered at my acceptance, and took a half step forward, pressing the entire length against it and breathing heavy into my ear. I eagerly ran my fingers over the outline of his shaft, trying to paint a picture in my mind of the length, girth, and shape of the head, and what it'd be like to bend over for it. The excitement seemed to get the best of him as he made a sudden, very obvious move, and reached up my blouse. I gasped, and nearly pulled away, eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed... only to realize I was surrounded by people with their backs turned to me, no-one was paying any attention at all. His large, firm hand paused when flesh met flesh - I hadn't been wearing a bra - and he quickly took advantage, grabbing the whole of my large breast into his hand and squeezed it possessively. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hand, silently begging for more. I could feel my panties being soaked by my arousal, my tongue was aching to feel the ridge of his cock head entering my mouth, my clit was swollen and desperate for stimulation. His fingers toyed with my nipple, making it hard and sensitive, and it took all of the power within me to not moan for the whole bus to hear. Someone had to have noticed us. Someone had to be seeing this... the place was too crowded not to. And if nothing else, the window I was facing was large enough that any passing cars looking up would've seen the movement of his hand groping me underneath my shirt, and the look of pure ecstasy on my face. This was obscene...
His other hand removed itself from the railing briefly, and he pulled his cock back away from my hand. I reached back, eager to feel his length again, only to be pleasantly surprised by the feel of him undoing his fly. In moments, the velvety feel of the skin of his hot cock met my hand, and I let out a soft coo of appreciation. Nothing felt more arousing to me than the hefty feel a stiff cock, and I eagerly wrapped my hand around it. The temptation to hit my knees was powerful, but that would be far too obvious and we'd be in trouble for sure, so instead I did my best to stroke him, given the awkward position. His breath heaved in my ear again, momentarily burying his face into my hair. That only sent another surge of tingling arousal through my body, there was just something about that closeness, the closeness of a stranger in particular, that drove me absolutely wild.
The groping of my breast slowed, then stopped, and I shuddered again as his hand slid down the front of my stomach, to the waist band of my slacks, easily sliding a few fingers underneath. No belt, no fancy buttons, I had opted to go for something with elastic that day, and his hand fit under it like a glove. He manuevered around my curves like an expert, fingers first running over my panties, teasing at the wetness there, before he went all-in and slid his fingers beneath that flimsy fabric as well. I was certain we were going to be caught now, I swore I saw another man nearby glance down at the pathetic sound that escaped my throat as his fingertips grazed over my bare mound. If someone had seen us, nobody was saying a word.
I struggled to focus on stroking his cock, but it was getting difficult to pay attention. His index finger teased my outer lips, gathering an impressive amount of moisture on the tip, and I thought I would go out of my mind. I even parted my legs, as much as I could, encouraging him to give my aching clit the relief that it needed. He only teased me further, with two fingers now, dragging them back and forth over the curve of my pussy, until I was shivering so hard it was noticeable. Then, with absolutely no warning, his middle finger pushed past my lips, and pushed right inside of me, effortlessly with just how soaked I had become. It was quickly met with another finger, and I lost my ability to breathe. It wasn't his cock, which seemed to jolt in my hand every time he shoved his fingers deeper into my pussy, but it was still thrilling.
My attempts at jerking him off were becoming less and less successful, as was my ability to stand up straight. My legs were feeling like jelly, and almost buckled beneath me twice as his fingertips feverishly rubbed against that sweet spot inside of me. His hips weren't moving anymore, he wasn't pushing his cock against my hand, he seemed too distracted now. His fingers slid out of my pussy, and I whimpered, just to hear a short, sharp hushing sound hissed into my ear, which made me bite down hard on my lip to keep quiet. I was lucky I didn't bite straight through it when those fingers slid their way over my clit, the jolt of pure ecstasy nearly doing me in, throwing my back into an arch. Another hushing sound in my ear soothed my body into a more natural position, but my knuckles gripped the bar, turning pure white as his fingertips began to circle my clit in a smooth, steady motion.
At this point, I didn't care if everyone on the bus had popcorn and were enjoying the show. I would've spread my legs wide for all of them to see if they wanted, I would've sucked off every man around me in a heartbeat, my mind was completely lost to the pleasure I had been craving for so long. My hips involuntarily bucked against his hand as I got closer to orgasm, breathing growing more shallow with every passing moment. His fingers circled faster, and faster, unrelenting until I finally succumbed. My head was thrown back against his shoulder, mouth open, eyes shut tight, struggling not to scream as the orgasm was ripped from my body. I shuddered hard two or three times, head hung down to mask the pink glow now on my face as he pulled his hand out of my slacks. I vaguely recall movement behind me as I came down from my high, but I definitely remember seeing him reach forward and yank on the cord, a 'ding' ringing through the air to signal someone wanting off at the next stop.
Before I could even turn around and say something to him, he had turned, and was pushing his way through the crowd to the front of the bus. People closed in around me, and I watched, breathless and shaky, as the man in the brown business suit stepped off the bus, and walked away.
I find myself taking that particular bus more often now. Part of me hopes for a repeat performance, and part of me hopes that I'll get to return the favor in the most spectacular way I can.
I took out my phone to glance at it, and gasped as I felt the bus hit a pothole, and the man behind me bump into me once again. This time I didn't apologize, he had to know that wasn't my fault now, and I did my best to steady my body for any future bumps in the road. Another hit, and his pelvis met almost perfectly against my cheeks, and I could suddenly feel his presence closer than before. I glanced down, realizing his brown suede shoe was definitely very close to mine. His hand rested on the pole above mine, forcing him to lean his body in uncomfortably close to me, and yet he said nothing. I didn't dare look back, there was a definite thrill zinging through my veins. I had no idea what he looked like, I'd only given him a passing glance at most... did he have dark hair? I think he had dark hair... maybe a suit.
The bus came to it's next stop. Passengers didn't use the second set of doors I was practically pressed up against, too much hassle, and instead pushed their way through the crowd to get up to the front. One rather boisterous woman forced everyone near our set of doors to side-step out of her way. My body was pressed tighter against the closed doors, and the man behind me pressed in tighter as well, to the point that I could feel the heat of his breath against the nape of my neck. As the bus took off again with a harsh jolt, my body buckled into his, and my breath caught in my throat. There, nestled firm against my ass, was the undeniable bulge of his erection. Nothing outrageous in size or girth, from what I could tell, but it was more than enough to send my heart racing. I was afraid to react, just in case this was an accident and he was embarrassed by it, I didn't want to humiliate him by bringing attention to anything. Besides, he probably wasn't actually interested in me anyway, it was probably just the friction.
Seeming to answer my internal debate, his hips bumped against my rear again, then again, then again. My face burning, heart fluttering, mouth dry, I took a chance, and on the next bump of the bus, returned the favor. I heard an intrigued sound from behind me, a 'hmm' of curiosity he made just under his breath, and suddenly I lost all ability to keep track of stops, bumps, or anything else bus-related. I could feel myself getting excited, the undeniable itch of lust creeping through my body... and I smiled.
I felt the fingers of his free hand brush against my arm, which made me jump in surprise, and he pulled his hand back quickly. No, no... no, don't stop, I wanted to say, hoping he hadn't gotten the wrong impression. I hoped another push of my ass into his erection would be enough. He touched my arm again, much slower this time, running a few coarse fingertips up and down the smooth skin of my forearm, then he moved his hand down to my hip, resting it there momentarily. My head buzzed with excitement as his fingers roamed me, moving from my hips back to the curve of my ass, before taking a handful of one cheek and squeezing through my pants. Oh, how I wished I'd worn my skirt today. A skirt and no panties would have been a dream for both of us, and I would have given myself willingly right then and there. He didn't seem to mind what I was wearing, though, and instead explored further.
Still nervous, but curious as hell, I reached around behind my body, positioning my hand in such a way that the bump of his hips put his cock right into my palm. He shivered at my acceptance, and took a half step forward, pressing the entire length against it and breathing heavy into my ear. I eagerly ran my fingers over the outline of his shaft, trying to paint a picture in my mind of the length, girth, and shape of the head, and what it'd be like to bend over for it. The excitement seemed to get the best of him as he made a sudden, very obvious move, and reached up my blouse. I gasped, and nearly pulled away, eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed... only to realize I was surrounded by people with their backs turned to me, no-one was paying any attention at all. His large, firm hand paused when flesh met flesh - I hadn't been wearing a bra - and he quickly took advantage, grabbing the whole of my large breast into his hand and squeezed it possessively. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hand, silently begging for more. I could feel my panties being soaked by my arousal, my tongue was aching to feel the ridge of his cock head entering my mouth, my clit was swollen and desperate for stimulation. His fingers toyed with my nipple, making it hard and sensitive, and it took all of the power within me to not moan for the whole bus to hear. Someone had to have noticed us. Someone had to be seeing this... the place was too crowded not to. And if nothing else, the window I was facing was large enough that any passing cars looking up would've seen the movement of his hand groping me underneath my shirt, and the look of pure ecstasy on my face. This was obscene...
His other hand removed itself from the railing briefly, and he pulled his cock back away from my hand. I reached back, eager to feel his length again, only to be pleasantly surprised by the feel of him undoing his fly. In moments, the velvety feel of the skin of his hot cock met my hand, and I let out a soft coo of appreciation. Nothing felt more arousing to me than the hefty feel a stiff cock, and I eagerly wrapped my hand around it. The temptation to hit my knees was powerful, but that would be far too obvious and we'd be in trouble for sure, so instead I did my best to stroke him, given the awkward position. His breath heaved in my ear again, momentarily burying his face into my hair. That only sent another surge of tingling arousal through my body, there was just something about that closeness, the closeness of a stranger in particular, that drove me absolutely wild.
The groping of my breast slowed, then stopped, and I shuddered again as his hand slid down the front of my stomach, to the waist band of my slacks, easily sliding a few fingers underneath. No belt, no fancy buttons, I had opted to go for something with elastic that day, and his hand fit under it like a glove. He manuevered around my curves like an expert, fingers first running over my panties, teasing at the wetness there, before he went all-in and slid his fingers beneath that flimsy fabric as well. I was certain we were going to be caught now, I swore I saw another man nearby glance down at the pathetic sound that escaped my throat as his fingertips grazed over my bare mound. If someone had seen us, nobody was saying a word.
I struggled to focus on stroking his cock, but it was getting difficult to pay attention. His index finger teased my outer lips, gathering an impressive amount of moisture on the tip, and I thought I would go out of my mind. I even parted my legs, as much as I could, encouraging him to give my aching clit the relief that it needed. He only teased me further, with two fingers now, dragging them back and forth over the curve of my pussy, until I was shivering so hard it was noticeable. Then, with absolutely no warning, his middle finger pushed past my lips, and pushed right inside of me, effortlessly with just how soaked I had become. It was quickly met with another finger, and I lost my ability to breathe. It wasn't his cock, which seemed to jolt in my hand every time he shoved his fingers deeper into my pussy, but it was still thrilling.
My attempts at jerking him off were becoming less and less successful, as was my ability to stand up straight. My legs were feeling like jelly, and almost buckled beneath me twice as his fingertips feverishly rubbed against that sweet spot inside of me. His hips weren't moving anymore, he wasn't pushing his cock against my hand, he seemed too distracted now. His fingers slid out of my pussy, and I whimpered, just to hear a short, sharp hushing sound hissed into my ear, which made me bite down hard on my lip to keep quiet. I was lucky I didn't bite straight through it when those fingers slid their way over my clit, the jolt of pure ecstasy nearly doing me in, throwing my back into an arch. Another hushing sound in my ear soothed my body into a more natural position, but my knuckles gripped the bar, turning pure white as his fingertips began to circle my clit in a smooth, steady motion.
At this point, I didn't care if everyone on the bus had popcorn and were enjoying the show. I would've spread my legs wide for all of them to see if they wanted, I would've sucked off every man around me in a heartbeat, my mind was completely lost to the pleasure I had been craving for so long. My hips involuntarily bucked against his hand as I got closer to orgasm, breathing growing more shallow with every passing moment. His fingers circled faster, and faster, unrelenting until I finally succumbed. My head was thrown back against his shoulder, mouth open, eyes shut tight, struggling not to scream as the orgasm was ripped from my body. I shuddered hard two or three times, head hung down to mask the pink glow now on my face as he pulled his hand out of my slacks. I vaguely recall movement behind me as I came down from my high, but I definitely remember seeing him reach forward and yank on the cord, a 'ding' ringing through the air to signal someone wanting off at the next stop.
Before I could even turn around and say something to him, he had turned, and was pushing his way through the crowd to the front of the bus. People closed in around me, and I watched, breathless and shaky, as the man in the brown business suit stepped off the bus, and walked away.
I find myself taking that particular bus more often now. Part of me hopes for a repeat performance, and part of me hopes that I'll get to return the favor in the most spectacular way I can.
Anastasia
- 14.02.2022
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