I don't travel by bus very often as I prefer the comfort and convenience of my car. However last week I found it easier to go into Central London by bus. It was getting towards rush hour in the evening and so the bus was very busy. Luckily I got myself a seat halfway up the bus on the aisle and was grateful.
A little about myself first – I am a mature male, 66, carrying a little extra weight – but not too much – and think I look a little younger than that – but that's my opinion. However back to the story. As the bus filled up people were standing in the aisle and standing next to me was a young redhead, probably mid-twenties, and as she was carrying her jacket over her arms, clearly had a nice figure.
As the bus trundled along, we touched briefly on a number of occasions, purely innocently. Then, after a few minutes the bus went over a big pothole and she almost fell on my lap. We exchanged apologies and I steadied her with my arm until she was able to stand without help, and as I let go she smiled down at me, apparently in thanks. As we carried on, I sensed that she was looking down at me, and it seemed she was 'bumping' into me more than previously, even when the bus was going smoothly.
I glanced up occasionally, and sensed some interest in her eyes – but felt I was imagining it and let it go. But again, her body touched mine, and her groin was against my hand which was on the back of the seat in front. I felt sure I must be imagining it, but it dawned on me that this could be nothing other than deliberate as her pussy pressed against my hand continually. There was no doubt she was coming on to me. Well who was I to complain.
I moved my hand from the seat, and moved it to her leg, rubbing it slowly but surely. She smiled in approval, so I became a little more daring, moving my hand up to her thigh feeling the smooth skin on her legs. Although I would have loved to the tight skirt she was wearing, and the other passengers made it impossible to go any higher so we had to both be content with me stroking her thighs gently, although the smile on her face told me she was clearly enjoying it. This carried on for about ten minutes, my cock hardening all the time as I stroked these lovely smooth thighs.
She then moved as if to get off the bus, but signalled to me with her eyes to get off with her. Who am I to argue with a lovely young girl so I followed. As soon as we were off the bus she put her hands round my waist and pulled me to her tightly, kissing me hard on the lips. I returned the kiss enthusiastically, our tongues intertwined, in the darkness of the British autumn. As she broke the kiss, she whispered in my ear that she only lived round the corner.
I didn't need asking twice, so putting my arm around her waist, we walked to her home – it was a cosy one bedroom flat in the East of London, in a quiet residential street. We entered the flat, and as soon as I was in the door she shut it, pulled me to her and we kissed hard again – this time though, we were able to roam more freely with our hands, mine pulling her head towards me, hers cupping my arse pulling me tight, my hard cock pushing towards that lovely pussy that had been grinding against my hand on the bus. As she felt it against her, she moved her hand round towards the front and pulled the zip down, her hand searching inside until she found my extremely hard cock.