Bus number 540 lurched abruptly as the driver swore under his breath and braked sharply to avoid hitting the green subcompact with out-of-state plates that pulled away from the curb without signaling. Phil's attention was jolted abruptly from the erotic fantasy he'd been submerged in since he'd left the office to the reality of the shabby bus with its heavily graffiti scored windows. He'd seen his fantasy woman just the previous evening not far from where he'd been sitting at 'Perc Up' -- the coffee house at which he always stopped for one lattΓ© on his way home from the office. He'd been alone as always at a small table against the back wall with his laptop open as he worked at editing his third as yet unpublished novel when the low hum of the few quiet conversations was overridden by a woman's voice issuing a loudly hissed but unintelligible warning.
"What the hell?" Phil looked up and found the disruption had come from an attractive woman sitting two tables away from him. He raised an eyebrow in quiet appraisal. He had not previously seen her at 'Perc Up' and she was pretty enough that he would certainly have remembered seeing her before. She appeared to be about thirty and was looking defiantly at a ruggedly handsome man standing slightly behind her and to her left, causing her to turn her upper body to face him. From the look on their faces, Phil figured either the guy was hitting on the woman or that they were having a domestic squabble. Whichever it was, it was obvious she didn't want to have anything to do with him. Phil's reaction was initially one of anger at the interruption, then sympathy for the woman and, finally, fascination when he realized that her knees had parted as she turned toward her tormentor, leaving him a clear view of the sensual bulge of a wide, full pussy in powder blue panties, tantalizingly framed between lightly tanned thighs.
The woman's tormentor reached out to take hold of her wrist, but she pulled abruptly away, knocking a small stack of handwritten sheets of letter-size paper onto the floor. Though he had never seen the woman before, something about her, about the situation, and about the bully confronting her aroused a protective instinct in him. As the papers fluttered past the arresting image of her crotch, Phil uncharacteristically stirred and rose to his feet. The man reached out once again and grabbed her arm before shooting a warning glance toward Phil as he stood. Though he was no taller than Phil, he was built like a brick shit-house and had a bad boy look about him which reinforced the sense he could become violent without much provocation. Phil had never been the type of person who looked for confrontation, but he did have a well developed sense of fair play and the woman clearly was no physical match for the aggressive jerk holding her arm.
Much to Phil's relief, the female manager walked up to the table just at that moment and quietly invited the man to leave unless he preferred to wait for the police who, she told him pointedly (though not truthfully), had already been summoned. After glaring around the room, he released the woman's arm and stormed out the front door. As the woman whispered her thanks to the manager, Phil knelt and scooped up the papers that had been knocked to the floor. Intensely aware of the flash of blue panties at the periphery of his vision, it was all he could do to keep from staring at the sensual gift from Eros beckoning to him from between her still parted thighs as he worked.
He stood and held the papers out to the woman who suddenly realized he had been kneeling where he would have had an unobstructed view of her crotch as he collected her notes. She blushed and looked down as she took the papers from his hand. "I -- I'm sorry about my friend," she stammered. "He... I mean, I... Well, we just broke up. At least, I did."
Phil smiled self-consciously and glanced briefly into her eyes before looking down at the papers he had given her. "You don't need to explain anything," he said softly. "I'm just sorry you had to put up with that here."
She smiled up at him. "Thanks," she murmured. Though it was obvious she was painfully uncomfortable with the whole situation, her smile was warm and genuine.
"Sorry I couldn't do more," he said before shrugging self-consciously and turning to go back to his table. His laptop had gone into hibernation mode but he stared at the darkened screen without realizing it had turned off. All he could see was his memory of her warm smile and the wide expanse of her crotch, the combination of which aroused him immediately to a rock hard erection. Unfortunately, he was in no position to relieve the need it had created, nor even to physically adjust the position of his hard-on, leaving him fascinated, frustrated, horny, and uncomfortable.
He looked across to where she sat rearranging the papers he had rescued from the floor. It didn't seem like she was paying any attention to him and he snuck a glance under the table to see if he could catch another peek at her crotch. As he did, her knees spread slightly, allowing him a tantalizing glimpse of a wider expanse of her panties than he had gotten before which only encouraged his erection to increase to a twitching fullness. He glanced up quickly, but she was still concentrating on her notes, though the shadow of a smile flickered across her mouth as she shuffled the papers on the table.
He looked back at the screen in embarrassment and realized at last that it had gone black. He poked the power button to reanimate the computer and waited while it restored itself. When he looked up at last to see what the woman was doing, he found that she had disappeared.
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From outside the coffee house, Gabrielle looked through the window at the man who had picked up the papers after Rick harassed her. He was obviously considerably younger than her -- probably no more than twenty-two or twenty-three years old -- but he had a wonderful smile. She cocked an eyebrow as she remembered the feeling of titillation she had experienced when she realized he had been surreptitiously looking at her crotch.
Normally quite shy in public, she was surprised that she'd had the nerve to open her knees when she saw him glance under the table. Even now as she walked away from 'Perc Up', she could feel the moisture which had started seeping into her panties as she exposed herself to this absolute stranger, then begun to flow in earnest when she saw him shift uncomfortably as his cock came fully erect at the sight of her panties when she purposely flashed him after he returned to his table.