Bus Stop
Looking up from my book, I began to take in my surroundings. The bus stop was more crowded than usual. I would have trouble finding a seat on the bus. Most of the waiting passengers were older women so I naturally would give them first 'dibs' on the seats. There were also a few pregnant women that looked ready to pop at any moment so I hoped that they also would get a seat. That's when I saw him. He was young. Maybe 18 or 19. He was wearing a sweatshirt from the local college and he had a backpack slung over his shoulder. He was ruggedly handsome for his age. Still had some of the boyish charm. His dark hair hung just past his collar. His eyes were deep blue pools and he had a bit of a dimple in his left cheek. He noticed me looking at him and he smiled. I looked away for fear that he'd think I was staring but he was too good looking to look away for too long. He noticed me looking at him again and I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks. I looked at my watch to see how much time was left until the bus arrived. I wanted to disappear into the crowd but his eyes were locked on me. I couldn't figure out what he saw in me but he seemed transfixed on my every move. I tried to concentrate on my book but I kept re-reading the same sentence because I was distracted by his gaze.
Finally, the bus arrived and I started to move along with the crowd. I walked towards the back of the bus and he followed me. The bus filled up quickly and as I had hoped, the seats were taken by the ones that needed them the most. He stepped behind me and held on to the pole. I went back to my book, hoping that if I didn't show any interest in him, he'd ignore me. I heard him make small talk with the other passengers and his voice was rich and deep. He didn't say much but the words he used seemed carefully chosen. He seemed genuinely interested in what the other people had to say which was unlike most of his generation. The bus jerked to a stop and his hand brushed up against my hip and lingered there for a moment. I felt him move closer towards me and he whispered, "I know what you're feeling. I'm feeling it too." I looked around to see if anybody else heard what he said but everybody seemed to be lost in their own world.
One by one, the passengers started to leave the bus and the other standing passengers occupied the vacant seats. His hand that was still on my hip, moved back until he was caressing my ass cheek. He leaned in again and asked "Do you want me to continue or do you want me to stop?" Unable to find my voice, I just nodded and pressed into his hand. He turned so that his front was against my back and I could feel the heat of his body. He reached lower until he found the hemline of my skirt. His hand against my bare skin was like fire. He moved closer to my dampening panties. He pulled them aside and dipped his fingertips into my wet pussy. "Take what you know you want." I reached behind and unzipped his jeans. I felt the soft cotton of his underpants straining against his erection. "Take it and put it where you need it." Bending slightly, I put the head of his cock where his fingers had been. As I stood up straight, he pushed deep into me. He filled me completely and I could feel myself adjusting to his thickness. The rhythm of the bus aided our movements. We moved together like practiced lovers. His fingers rubbed my clit and I could feel my climax getting closer. His lips and tongue teased my earlobe "Come on baby, I want you to cum for me." I wondered if I'd be able to keep quiet when I came but everything felt so good I almost didn't care who heard us. His breath quickened and I knew our time was running out. I pressed into him and he responded with a hard thrust. My heart beat against my chest and my orgasm washed over me. I moaned and gasped, certain that we would be discovered. With one final thrust, I could feel him pour into me. After a moment, he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. I readjusted my panties, and smoothed out my skirt. I looked around to make sure we were still undetected and was relieved to find that we had no audience. The bus came to another stop, and several passengers exited. I turned to thank him for making my ride more enjoyable but he was gone. I picked up my bag and I noticed a small piece of paper that had been tucked inside. I opened it and it read "Somehow, I knew you would. Thank you. Love, Justin."
Finally, the bus arrived and I started to move along with the crowd. I walked towards the back of the bus and he followed me. The bus filled up quickly and as I had hoped, the seats were taken by the ones that needed them the most. He stepped behind me and held on to the pole. I went back to my book, hoping that if I didn't show any interest in him, he'd ignore me. I heard him make small talk with the other passengers and his voice was rich and deep. He didn't say much but the words he used seemed carefully chosen. He seemed genuinely interested in what the other people had to say which was unlike most of his generation. The bus jerked to a stop and his hand brushed up against my hip and lingered there for a moment. I felt him move closer towards me and he whispered, "I know what you're feeling. I'm feeling it too." I looked around to see if anybody else heard what he said but everybody seemed to be lost in their own world.
One by one, the passengers started to leave the bus and the other standing passengers occupied the vacant seats. His hand that was still on my hip, moved back until he was caressing my ass cheek. He leaned in again and asked "Do you want me to continue or do you want me to stop?" Unable to find my voice, I just nodded and pressed into his hand. He turned so that his front was against my back and I could feel the heat of his body. He reached lower until he found the hemline of my skirt. His hand against my bare skin was like fire. He moved closer to my dampening panties. He pulled them aside and dipped his fingertips into my wet pussy. "Take what you know you want." I reached behind and unzipped his jeans. I felt the soft cotton of his underpants straining against his erection. "Take it and put it where you need it." Bending slightly, I put the head of his cock where his fingers had been. As I stood up straight, he pushed deep into me. He filled me completely and I could feel myself adjusting to his thickness. The rhythm of the bus aided our movements. We moved together like practiced lovers. His fingers rubbed my clit and I could feel my climax getting closer. His lips and tongue teased my earlobe "Come on baby, I want you to cum for me." I wondered if I'd be able to keep quiet when I came but everything felt so good I almost didn't care who heard us. His breath quickened and I knew our time was running out. I pressed into him and he responded with a hard thrust. My heart beat against my chest and my orgasm washed over me. I moaned and gasped, certain that we would be discovered. With one final thrust, I could feel him pour into me. After a moment, he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. I readjusted my panties, and smoothed out my skirt. I looked around to make sure we were still undetected and was relieved to find that we had no audience. The bus came to another stop, and several passengers exited. I turned to thank him for making my ride more enjoyable but he was gone. I picked up my bag and I noticed a small piece of paper that had been tucked inside. I opened it and it read "Somehow, I knew you would. Thank you. Love, Justin."
12 years ago
