Erotic bus ride with a strange [mf]

I was a minxy 20-something heading to work one morning and was running to catch my bus which was getting ready to pull out of the port. I made it just in time to what looked like a completely full bus and walked toward the back hoping I would find an empty seat.

To my surprise, there was just one seat available and I quietly slid in without taking note of my seat mate and pulled out my book. After a moment of uncomfortably hanging off my seat, I readjusted myself so my butt was fully on the seat and my half-bare leg (I was wearing a ‘work-appropriate mini skirt’) was now brushing my seat mate’s trousered leg. I look at him quickly to give him a courtesy smile and we lock eyes and realise that he’s young and pretty good looking. He smiles back. I suddenly become aware of how close we are. I wonder if I’m too close and don’t want to make this stranger uncomfortable. I wonder if I’m just imagining that I feel his breath getting faster. I’m painfully horny that day and kind of feel like a creep for roping a stranger into my public transport fantasy. Get your mind out of the the gutter and focus on your book, I think, but I still haven’t made it to the next sentence.

With each passing moment, I grow more convinced that he can feel me tensing next to him as my body fills with a the most intensely pleasurable pressure from my hands to my cunt as I imagine that my seat mate is also so horny that he wants to touch himself on the bus. (Does anyone else get horny hands?) I can’t tell if his breath is growing quicker or if it’s just mine. I glance at the lady across the aisle from me to make sure she doesn’t notice anything going on and try to look as innocent and engrossed in my book as possible. Flip the page for good measure. If there is anything going on, I still can’t tell. I steal some furtive glances at him out of the corner of my eye and I see what looks like a massive bulge in his pants but tell myself I must be imagining things. I squeeze in more on the seat. He takes his backpack from the ground in one swift motion and places it over his lap with one hand and with the other quickly adjusts his crotch area. Maybe he’s trying to hide a boner, I think mischievously, but a second later the backpack is gone. In its place is what appears to be a rock-hard skyward cock pressing through his pants. Im wet and my hands are useless I can’t believe this is actually happening and how insanely erotic all of the uncertainty feels. The bus is approaching the next stop and I turn to him to ask him if he’s getting off —at the next stop, but honestly I’m too flustered to speak. I want to grab his dick and I want to give him my number and fuck him on my lunch break but my own stop is approaching and everything happens too fast for my liking. I’m tempted to ride to whichever stop he’s going to but I’m already running behind so I quickly gather my things to leave. As I stand to leave, I feel his hand reach up quickly and gently brush the bare part of my thigh. I get off the bus without saying a word to him and go masturbate in the bathroom at work.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nv4t52/erotic_bus_ride_with_a_strange_mf

One comment on “Erotic bus ride with a strange [mf]

  1. sorry you missed the opportunity for more, but very hot, thanks for sharing. maybe you’ll see him again

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