Riding on a crowded bus is not my idea of a good time. Especially one so crowded you have to stand for the whole ride. sighing, i push my way towards the back of the bus to stand for 25 blocks. At first I think the touch is an accident; A gentle caress against my ass. I did not want to look back and have to say anything.
As more people get on the bus, we all have to move closer. Then I feel a hand on my breast. My nipples get erect from the slight contact. I keep telling myself that noone would touch a complete stranger like that, and in a public place. The next thing I know I feel a hand under my shirt rubbing across my stomach. I freeze, am I weird that I like it? The hand pulls me closer, so I feel a male body pressed against my back. I can feel his erection pressing against my ass. His hand slips under my bra, tweeking my nipples, gently pulling. I softly sigh, as my body leans more into him, giving him the access he is silently seeking. His hands slip into the top of my pants and stops, as if asking for permission. i place my hand over his, pushing lower, giving what he asked for.
More people get on. I glance around to make sure that we are not being watched. I feel fingers creeping into my panties. One slips between my lips, rubbing gently against my clit, making slow circles, round and round. I can feel my pussy swelling, getting wetter. I press back, wanting him deep in me. I press my ass hard against his cock. His fingers go lower making shallow tapping where I want him inside me. My pussy starts throbbing. He presses as deep as his fingers will allow, and I can't help myself, my hips start rolling against his fingers. I find that I am making little mewling sounds and I cant stop. I feel that I could explode any moment. My muscles start tightening up as I cum. My head falls back on his shoulders.
The bus stops, and the man behind me leaves. I never get a look at him. I think I am glad that I don't know who he is. I have never came like that before. I know without looking, the evidence of my orgasm is showing through my cloths. Damn! I missed my stop. Might as well go home and change. Maybe ill ride the bus again tomorrow.
Nicky (lojo) Thomason
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