Comfortably, I'm sitting on the bus, which will start its journey in a few minutes. It's still pretty empty at the moment, but soon, as soon as the crowded train arrives here at the station, that will change. It's the same every day. Now I'm sitting here on the blue upholstered seat, listening to music and waiting. Waiting for this bus to come to life. And I hope that life will be awakened in me too: that he will be there.
I've had a crush on this one guy for a few days now. He's the brother of a good friend, but I only really know him by sight. I've never spoken to him and yet I feel incredibly attracted to him. His whole appearance just does something to me.
His dark blonde hair, which goes technically down to his eyes, but he styles it casually to both sides of his forehead. His green-blue eyes, which shimmer beautifully in the sunlight. His slightly wider mouth with rather thin lips. His rather large nose, which goes wonderfully with his face. His tall and rather slender build. I wouldn't describe him as "classically good-looking", but he has something that makes him ultra hot. I personally consider him very pretty.
While I'm still thinking about these things, I see the train pulling in. My heart immediately starts to beat faster, even though I don't actually expect to see him today, as this has never been the case at this time in the last few days. Nevertheless, my gaze wanders longingly from one end of the platform to the other. I don't see him. Damn it. I realize how a certain disappointment spreads through me. I lean against the window like a wet sack and look towards the floor: "If this isn't going to be a boring ride ..."
But the song that's playing is actually really good. I start to focus on it. Now lost in thought, I don't even notice how the bus is slowly filling up. Only when the song ends, I look up again. For a brief moment, my heart seems to stop: there he is. Wearing a loose-fitting navy-blue shirt and beige shorts. He looks really, really cute.
When I take a closer look at him, I notice that his pants are a little bulging in the groin area. I immediately feel this "hot" pressure in my pussy. A little surprised by this sudden physical sensation, I look up. His eyes are already on me. Shocked, I quickly look away and start blushing. He has probably seen where I was looking ... A little ashamed, I reach for my cell phone. The main thing is not to be confronted with the embarrassing action from just now.
But from the corner of my eye, I see him move. Moving towards me. Normally, he never sits down on this bus ... I can feel my heart sinking in my pants. "Is it still free?" he asks me. I look up, straight into his eyes. I nod and say yes. Subsequently he sits down next to me. A lightning bolt runs through me: our thighs touch.
My gaze wanders to his eyes: he smiles broadly at me. I feel my heart blossom and I smile back shyly. Our eye contact remains, but our mutual smiles slowly fade as the atmosphere becomes ... serious. Romantic, sexual? I'm not sure what it is, but what I do know is that there is an intense tension between us. Suddenly there's a jolt, our eye contact breaks. The bus leaves.
We don't say a word to each other for the entire bus ride. We don't look at each other either. But a lot happens on the physical level. I notice how he leans more and more towards me. I do the same. At a certain point, we are body to body, which feels so pleasant. We stay like this for a while until I suddenly sense a warm hand on my thigh. It's as if electricity is flowing through my body from this point. And I feel horny, especially when he slowly moves his very attractive, veiny hand inwards and upwards my leg.
I can feel myself getting more and more aroused and want him desperately to go all the way up, into my pants and then deep inside me. With his long, beautiful fingers. But he doesn't. Why doesn't he do it? I want it so much ... "Would you like to come with me?" I suddenly hear. His voice is just the perfect mix of low and high, it's incredibly pleasant. Again, I just say yes. Shortly afterwards, he takes his hand off me, we get up and leave the bus. I hadn't even realized that we'd already come so far.
As my crush introduces himself, he runs a hand through his hair. The hand he had touched me with just seconds before. I replied with also my name. We stay silent for the rest of the walk to his apartment, but the enormous tension between us remains. I find it hard not to fall over him on the spot.