I see you every week on this bus, and have wanted to approach you for a long time. But I don't, because the only reason I'm interested in you is to fuck you, and I'd never betray my boyfriend to do it. If only he wasn't living in another state right now...
So every week I sit a few seats behind you...you sit in one of the senior citizen seats and chat with the bus driver, so if I sit in the first seat that faces forward, I have a great view. It's a long bus ride late at night, so we're usually the only two on it, and you get off only a few stops before I do.
When I get home, I go to bed and fantasize about having sex with you. First I prepare myself for bed, brushing my teeth and washing my face just as I always do. I take off my clothes and get into bed, beginning to get excited by the feeling of the soft flannel sheet against my body. My right hand snakes down to my pussy and starts its work, while my mind starts its fantasy.
I visualize you on the bus. The first thing I always notice is your body. It's a mixture of hard and soft, but there's clearly a lot of muscle. Your legs are hard and remind me of tree trunks, and your firm, round ass drives me nuts. As I move up your body in my mind, I see your belly and sides, combined with your broad, muscular back. Finally I see your face, with its amazing youthfulness.
After only minutes of this exercise, I can feel myself reaching a climax...but it's not time yet. I stop masturbating, but go further into the fantasy. Now you're standing...we're in my bedroom. I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around you. My breasts ache for attention as I push them up against your strong back; the sensation of your ass against my belly increases my desire. My hands wander over your t-shirt, lovingly caressing every curve until I reach your hard, chiseled breasts. You moan as I fondle your nipples, feeling them become erect under my fingers. I pinch them gently through the t-shirt and realize from your reaction that I've found something you very much enjoy.