This man usually enters the bus a few stops later and makes direct eye contact when I see him on the way to college. I think our chemistry is getting better.
He gives me a long, hard stare before breaking it when I turn to face him. His gaze is sweeping over my body as I write. When he stares at me, I periodically notice that my pussy is getting a little bit wetter, and I feel like a slut for getting horny so readily.
Since a few months ago, if the metro gets full, I try to sit close to him. In the first occasion, when I lost my balance and had to hold his arms to protect myself from collapsing, and in the second, when I had to take my ass out of his hand so that an elderly woman could pass by, I apologized to him. In order for him to smell my perfume or see what I could do with my hair pulled back, I also like to fix my hair or tie it in a ponytail in front of him.
I’m more motivated than ever to wake up early and never miss my first class.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z9cygy/f_college_life_is_interesting_24f
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