I never get the bus home but today of all days the trains were off and we all had to squash on to tiny little busses all in a rush to get home. It was an odd shaped bus and there wasn't that much space left to sit except the two of the 3 back row seats. I found that very odd that people preferred to stand rather than sit! Well my feet where killing me after a day of walking round in heels so I made a beeline for the back seats and sat down next to the window and that's when it hit me. The smell of the man sitting at the opposite window was so strong, it smelt like he had been drinking enough to get the whole bus and its driver drunk but he looked fine. He turned and caught me looking. I saw that he was a 55+ year old man, unshaven and scruffy grey hair. He was wearing dirty trainers with brown trousers, and what looked like a drink stained dark beige trench coat. He smiled at me, revealing he didn't have any front top teeth, as he looked me up and down. It felt like he was undressing me out of my short black pleated skirt, white chiffon shirt and a tight waist coat, that barely held my huge G cup tits in and that matched my skirt.
I gave him a disgusted look and squashed myself further up to the window. The bus started to move off from the station and I could see him out of the corner of my eye start to slide on over towards me. Oh God what is he up to? I could feel my heart beating faster and faster the closer he moved towards me.
'I know you!' He slurred. 'You're that girl from the Solicitors firm that tricked me into that sexual harassment claim.'
Oh no, I knew he looked familiar! I thought. That was 8 months ago when I had just started my new job and they had asked me to help them prove that he was sexually harassing his staff. The company needed someone who wouldn't recognise to go in and work under cover in his shop; I had to wear seductive and skimpy outfits to lure him in.
'You see my cock never forgets a pussy it wants to bang and your pussy and tits really did tease me!'
'I don't know what you are talking about. You must be thinking of someone else.'
He does one last slide and has me pinned between him and the window. He places his hand on my thigh and gives it a hard squeeze making me gasp out loud.
'No sweet heart I have dreamt about you from the day you walked into my shop.
There is no mistaking who you are.'