Author's Note: This is the first part of a larger series. Although there is some story development, it does get into it fairly quickly. This is my first submission, I hope you all enjoy it.
Midtown Memoirs - Part 1 - The Bus Ride
I commute to a large city in the Eastern US from my suburban splendor. Working in the city affords some great financial advantages, not to mention the delicious amount of young, ripe pussy walking around during these beautiful spring days. I am not a player, never claimed to be, but I find I have a way with certain women... vulnerable women, who are tired of being treated like shit by their husbands, boyfriends, fiancées, whomever. I am not a model, famous, or insanely rich, but what I do possess is an innate sense about what to say and what to do to make a woman feel good about her, and when that happens, that's when the fun begins.
A little about myself, I am no Adonis, but I am not ugly either. I am in my mid 30s, 6'1" tall, about 205lbs, decent looking with no noticeable standout features. My "goods" are average in length and girth, but there are two aspects of my physiology that makes me a little... different. First, my cock bends dramatically to one side and slightly up which helps do amazing things in the "certain" positions. Second, my glands over-produce the amount of seminal fluid needed for ejaculation. I always love the look in a woman's eyes when they finally realize how much is coming out.
Last week, I was sitting on the bus when this girl, Lisa, gets on and sits across from me. She is about 5'9", brunette, about 115lbs, very lithe, firm and a perfectly tanned skin tone. She looks like a thinner version of model Yasmeen Ghauri, enough that they could be sisters on a quick glance. Her legs are long, slender, and shapely in all the right places... she even moisturizes them while she's sitting across from me, something I always look forward to on days when she wears a skirt or dress. Her ass is round and firm like a nice ripe apple. Lisa's breasts, although on the smaller side, are perfectly proportioned to her body, round and perky with constantly hard nipples. Nice. She's probably a 34-B if I'd have to guess, nothing too big, just right for her small frame. Lisa definitely knows how to walk to get the attention of the men around her. I love walking behind her when we get off or on the bus so I can watch her ass sway from side-to-side. She should be modeling instead of being a paralegal.
You see I've been plotting this out for weeks, getting to know her, seeing what makes her laugh, what she likes, what she dislikes, etc. Come to find out, she's got this loser of a boyfriend who has been stringing her along for the past 5 years, while she's been waiting patiently and treating him like gold. Mr. Overnight Deliveryman is failing at almost everything, and in fact, I've even come to find out that he's cheating on her with some older and far less attractive women. This is where I make my move. I've been harmlessly flirting for the last few days, dialing it up a notch each day. So far, she welcomes my advances, if you call them that, and playfully flirts back. The problem I am facing now is that I am actually becoming enamored with her, which is unusual for me. Normally, I don't let my emotions get the best of me; this is after all, a quest for pure physical pleasure. But Lisa seems different. I actually find her very beautiful and sexy, smart and funny, worth much more than a "slam-bam, thank you ma'am." Am I falling for her? Shit, that wasn't part of the plan, especially considering we've never been together and I haven't revealed much of anything about me.
Lisa is sitting across from me. We've exchanged smiles and "hellos" and she begins to moisturize those long, sexy legs. Lisa is dressed in a tight, yellow sundress with a short white knit sweater draped over her shoulders. I'm surprised that she gets away with wearing such a short dress to work, but given how hot she is, I'd let her wear nothing at all. She looks absolutely stunning and I tell her so.
She smiles back, blushes a bit and says, "Aw, you're sweet. My boyfriend could care less how I dress." A slight frown sets in.
This guy must be some piece of work. How could he not be fucking the living shit out of her every day? What a loser! Now it's time for me to make my move. The bus stops to let more people on, and I see that we're going to be pretty full, so I ask her if I can slide in so we can talk some more. She smiles and slides over. I ask her what she's putting on her legs, it reminds me of fresh melon.
"Oh, this... just something I picked up. You like it?" she replied.
I tell her it smells great and it makes her legs shine.
She continued, "and it makes them soft and supple, here feel."
To say I was beside myself with shock would be an understatement. Here I am, next to this beautiful young woman, who has not given me any inclination that she is interested beyond our current commuting friendship, and she is grabbing my hand and placing it on her smooth, toned legs. I kept my hand on her thigh, savoring the moment, and began moving up slowly, underneath her skirt as she closed her eyes. I was expecting her to stop, but she let me continue upwards until I was about to reach her panties, when she quickly opened her eyes and let out a gasp. I moved my hand off her thigh and she had a look of lust in her eyes.
