On his way to college, this man usually boards the bus a few stops later and makes eye contact with me. I believe that our relationship is strengthening.
When I turn to face him, he gives me a long, hard look before breaking it. As I type, his eyes are moving over my body. I catch my pussy occasionally getting a little bit wetter when he looks at me, and I feel like a slut for getting horny so easily.
Since a few months ago, if the metro is crowded, I make an effort to sit near him. I apologized to him both times—once when I lost my balance and had to grab his arms to keep from falling—and twice when I had to remove my ass from his grasp in order for an elderly woman to pass. I also like to fix my hair or tie it in a ponytail in front of him so that he can smell my perfume or see what I can do with it pulled back.
My desire to get up early and never miss my first class is stronger than ever.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zaa0sa/f_its_interesting_to_be_in_college_24f
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