Here she comes again, right on time, Joe thought. Every night he took the same late bus, and every night the woman got on at the same stop and sat one seat closer to him. He hadn't noticed her the first week, but once she got to the middle of the bus, he did. And then once she got in the open space at the back where he sat, he saw her very well because she flashed him. She wore a camel coat four sizes too big for her, and nothing underneath, and she'd sit across from him, push her coat aside, and open her legs to show him her pussy, naked but for brown hair. And she'd put her feet up on the bus bench, too, so he had a very good view. She wasn't a beautiful woman, but she wasn't bad. Her pussy would do him very nicely, he thought. It certainly made him hard as a rock when she showed it to him. In fact, he'd start getting hard a few stops before her stop.
But she wasn't inviting him to come to her. He'd tried that the first time she'd showed it to him. Any body would have thought she wanted to fuck. "Here's my pussy, come fuck me," right? But as soon as he moved toward her she'd stood up, rung the bell, and got off at the next stop, and the next night she was back at the same seat; she didn't advance a seat as she usually did. He got the message loud and clear. Stay put or it would take longer. Same thing happened if he sat in a different seat. If he wasn't in his regular seat, she wouldn't even sit down, she'd just get on and get off without even paying the fare, and the next night she wouldn't move closer. He didn't know if there were other rules, those were the only two he'd broken, and he'd only done it once each. He wanted her to get to him. He had to know what would happen.
He knew what happened when he got home. When he got home, he'd fumble with his house keys, drop everything when he got in the door, yank his pants down, and jerk himself off. He'd even bought a box of Kleenex to have in the entryway. After eating something he'd sit on the couch and fondle himself while he watched TV, then he'd stop in the bathroom for some toilet paper on his way to bed, save half for morning, jerk off before he went to sleep, and again before he got up.
At first he jerked off just thinking of her flashing her pussy on the bus. After awhile he jerked off thinking what he'd do with her pussy when it was sitting next to him. He saw himself putting his face in it, licking and sucking and nibbling. He imagined his cock in it, hard as he'd ever seen it from the waiting. He didn't know how he'd do these things on a public bus, so he imagined she would lead him somewhere. They'd get off the bus and go to a room. He'd pay for the room if she didn't want to. And once they were inside, the instant they were in the door, he'd put his hand on her cunt, he'd slide his fingers into it, he'd rub the clit and she'd moan and get wet and he'd slide his rock-hard cock into it and all those days of waiting would stream out of him and into her and he would come come come.
He'd find out tonight what happens. Tonight she would sit next to him. And there she was, right on time. He was hard. He was ready. The woman came up the steps as she always did, but instead of paying her fare and sitting down, this time she stopped to talk to the driver, who did some strange things. He turned on the "Out of Service" sign, turned out the lights inside the bus, got out, and closed the doors. Then she walked back toward Joe. She opened her flasher coat, and, as usual, she was naked beneath it. She pulled it back so he could see her. Her breasts were average, all of her was average, just an average girl you might notice, you might not, except here was her pussy walking toward him almost eye level. She stopped six feet in front of him.
He had no idea what she wanted. He was afraid if he reached for her, he'd break a rule, but after a minute, he just had to. He could just touch it if he leaned and stretched his arm out. He put his fingertips on it and stroked. She took a step forward. Looks like that's ok, he thought. Now he could reach more. He could reach about halfway to her vagina, couldn't get to the hole yet, still leaning out as far as he could, so he fingered her labia and gently rubbed her clit. That had an effect. She began moving her pelvis against his hand. She stepped forward. Now he could use his whole hand and get his fingers in her. If he did everything right, pretty soon he could reach her with his tongue. His mouth was watering. He worked his fingers in and out of her. She liked it. She was rocking with it. The more aroused she became, the closer she came.
