From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: I Ride The Bus (MF, public) Date: 19 Jul 1996 22:02:25 GMT I Ride The Bus by Doug I'm riding on a city bus one afternoon, on my way home from another rather dull and uneventful day at work. As I usually do to pass the time on what's a somewhat long trip, I keep an eye open for any cute looking ladies who might get on; my evil mind just never shuts off! :) Pulling up to a stop, I see an extremely attractive and sexy woman board carrying an overcoat - it was raining earlier in the day, though it's quite pleasant now. I see that this gorgeous lady - you - is dressed very tastily, in a nice blouse and rather short skirt. Oh, those legs! I'm already thinking nasty, salacious things. My prayers are answered when you take the seat next to me, carefully placing your coat in your lap. My eyes are drawn to you; you smile sweetly at me and I'm a bit embarrassed at being so obvious in my attention. I figure I'd better cool my attentiveness just a bit, so I nonchalantly stare out the window at the same scenes I've looked at countless times before. God, my imagination must be working overtime today - I could swear I felt you rub your leg against me. What a sad case I am; just considering that you might have done so has my cock beginning to swell in my jeans. I pretend to be looking at one of the ads on the other side of the bus so I can sneak another peek at your lovely face and shapely body. There it is again! I'm sure you're doing it on purpose now. My heart is racing. A minute, maybe two pass and then I feel your hand ever so lightly brush over my thigh. I'm not sure what's going on, but I know it's getting me worked up. My cock is starting to ache! Opening your purse, you remove a pen and a small note-pad and begin to write. My curiosity is piqued; what could you need to write down during a bus ride? I tell myself to cool it - you're likely just jotting a note about something you want to pick up at the supermarket. I feel a tapping against my thigh and look down to see what it is. I see a small slip of paper from the note-pad, folded in half in your fingers. You're indicating that I should take it from you. What could you possibly need to write me a note about? Maybe I've got spinach caught in my teeth and you're trying to tip me off without undue embarrassment. It must be something like that. Taking the note with a bit of trepidation, I slowly open it to read what you've written... I am free at the moment. We could make this a much more enjoyable trip for each other if you're interested!" My pulse is pounding in my ears. I can't believe what I'm reading! I look up from the note and turn to look at you. You've got a playful smile on your lips and a definite glint in your eyes. I decide to go for broke just to see if you're pulling my chain or what. My right hand snakes under your coat and squeezes your thigh. With no outward sign that anything is amiss, you take your pen and paper and begin to write again. Another note is passed to me... "I love how your hand feels on my thigh; I hope it's turning you on. I'll be your cock is getting every bit as hard as my pussy is wet. I trust this is the last I'll have to tell you about how it feels!" Well, I don't have to be hit over the head twice! I still can't believe that I'm sitting on a bus next to a beautiful lady with my hand on her thigh and the okay - hell, the request - that I carry on upwards to her most intimate region. With your coat over your lap, it's impossible for anyone to detect what is going on. Quietly and slowly, my fingers trace a path up your thigh until I feel your panties. I feel myself blush with excitement when I find that your pussy is already very hot... and wet! The crotch of your panties is very damp, and I can feel that your pussy lips are already quite swollen. My fingers begin to rub and explore you, hoping to heighten your excitement further. As my touch becomes more firm and assured, I feel your panties dampen even more. I work my fingers upward until they're at the waistband of your panties, something that's not too easy to do while sitting on a city bus. Carefully and discreetly, my fingers slide down under your panties until they come into contact with your soft, downy hair and then your very wet and open pussy. Instantly, my fingers are soaked in your passion. It's all I can do to keep from pulling out my hard cock and fucking you right then and there. You gently place your hand over mine and seem to indicate that I should remove it. I'm disappointed to see that you must be feeling that this is getting out of hand and want me to stop. Regretfully, I bow to your wish and quietly remove my hand from up your skirt and place it in my own lap while looking out the window. Am I the master of playing it cool, or what? :) I feel you moving and see you bending forward somewhat, as if you've dropped something on the floor. I glance over just as you're rising and feel your hand in my coat pocket. You give me a look that indicates that I should ignore what you're doing for now, so I do just that. You glance around and seeing that we're unobserved, you place your hand over mine and indicate that I should return it to your pussy. Quickly but quietly, I slide my hand back up your skirt under cover of your coat. I can't believe it when I find that your pussy is no longer impeded by your panties. You are so wet and so obviously excited; my fingers begin to caress and manipulate your cunt with purpose and vigour. Your eyes are closed and your mouth just slightly open as you lose yourself in the sensation of my fingers running up and down teasing your pussy lips. I hear your breathing quicken as you feel my finger penetrate you slowly and fully. Your hips shift ever so slightly as I slowly thrust my finger, then two in and out of your sweet pussy. Thrilled and astounded with the thought that I'm sitting in a public place masturbating a beautiful woman, I feel an urgent need to make you cum, something that I can see won't take much longer in your present state. My fingers seek out and begin to tease your clit, causing your hips to buck up into my hand slightly, though not as discreetly as earlier. I worry for a second that we might be detected, but we've gone too far. Fuck it, I think; I might never have something like this happen again. I glance over to see that you are struggling now to maintain your self-control and composure despite the strong feelings running through your body. My fingers are furiously working over your pussy and clit now. Suddenly, I feel you tense, your breath catching in your throat - you're cumming! Your hips buck slightly several times, and then I feel your body relax under my hand. I realise that my fingers are soaked with your feminine juices. Gently and quietly I return my hand to my own lap, wishing that I could enjoy the same pleasure you just had, but afraid that it couldn't be done so privately. I stare out the window again, not wanting to be obvious about what's just happened. After a few minutes, I feel your hand upon mine. I look over to see you smiling at me. Soon, you're gathering your things - your stop is just ahead. I'm saddened to see you go and hopeful that I'll see you again. I want to say something, but I'm afraid to find out that you've just lived out a fantasy and want nothing more from me. Just as you're rising, you lean over, kiss me on the cheek, and whisper in my ear "Don't forget to check your pocket when you're alone." A smile, a wink, and you're gone. When I arrive home, I reach into my pocket to see what you've placed there. I pull out your still damp panties; you sweetly left me a little remembrance of our episode. I raise them to my face and inhale deeply. You smell wonderful, so musky and so sexy. My hand still in my pocket feels something else - I pull out a piece of paper. I think I must have put one of the notes you gave me in there, but I open it up to find that it's a new one... "You didn't think I'd let you give me something so wonderful without wanting to repay you, did you? Call me at nine tonight; we'll set up something a little more private and I'll show you how good I am with *my* hands, not to mention everything else. Talk to you soon, lover!" I look at the phone number. Nine seems so far away.