Bus Stop
Sheri watched him day after day sitting at the bus stop directly acrossfrom her 2 nd story apartment. He was nerdy, always had his face in hislaptop, but he had a very nice build… workaholic she thought. She beganfantasizing about him touching her, his hands moving over her body. Shewould sit and masturbate watching him sit there at the bus stop. Forreasons she couldn’t explain she wanted him! She began referring to himas her BSB (Bus Stop Boy).It was 5pm and a rainy Saturday in the early fall....