Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences.
This one started about four or five weeks after my first set of stories ended. And, if you've read my earlier tale(s) you will know that it took place my stories are from a time in my life about 7 years ago -- when I was just turning 21 and still attending university (UBC in Vancouver, Canada). At that point in my life I was still living in the UBC dorms at Thunderbird Park with my roommate Cheryl.
Although I have since become a high school teacher, my initial interests at university had been in architecture and interior design, and it was one of my design class assignments which initiated this adventure.
For those who haven't already read my stories, (or have already forgotten from the overload you get from pouring through the thousands of other stories on this site) a little about myself...
I'm the classic 'medium-height-curly-blonde-haired-blue-eyed-cutie' that guys like to dream of (or so my guy likes to tell me). I'm 5'6, and back then I was quite athletic, with the hard body to match (I still keep myself in pretty good shape today -- but back then between running, soccer and volleyball I was in great shape). For the tit-men out there, I have 34B cup breasts with puffy brownish-pink nipples whose nubs seem to love poking out like hard little pencil erasers with the least amount of provocation. I've always kept my bush either very neatly trimmed, or shaved completely, and ever since my first oral encounter, I've kept my lips shaved bald. I'm told I have a nice ass -- though I've always though it was a bit too round, but what do I know. Oh, and I love sunbathing (nude, of course), I tan fairly easily (with SPF 10 applied liberally), and I keep my summer tan well into the fall too.
So enough about me -- on to Part II of my encounter with a few perfect strangers...
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It was now well past 5 o'clock and by the time I caught my bus, I knew it would be closer to 6:00 pm, so I paid my bill and started towards my bus stop.
As predicted it wasn't until a little after 6 that I actually stepped on to the first of the buses I need to take to get home. Already the sun was starting to set, and the afternoon rush was well on its way into the wind-down phase. It was also getting a little chilly, and I decided to slip on my hoodie again.
I had a single bus connection to make from town -- and after the one quick trip on my first bus, I was now standing in line for the second B-Line (read beeline) express bus to the university. This one only had five or six stops along the route and most were right in town. I was a little surprised by the crowd still waiting for the bus, and was pretty sure I wouldn't get a seat -- and as it turned out I was right.
After paying my fare, I began working my way down towards the back of the bus where it's easier to stand without being jostled too badly. I was about half way down, when two things happened. First, I suddenly realized this was a great opportunity to tease a few more guys, and then; Second, I saw a perfect guy who might be a good subject than to do a little more than just tease. Apart from the fact he was ten feet from me, directly in my path and both arms were fully occupied -- his left hand was grasping the overhead bar to steady himself and in his right he was holding his brief case and had his suit jacket slung over his forearm -- he was also damned good looking. Dressed in lawyer grey, he was about four inches taller than I, looked to be in his mid-to late thirties, wore a wedding ring (girls notice this quickly), handsome, his dark brown, well groomed hair was starting to grey just a little on the sides, and most importantly, his blue-grey eyes were staring into mine, instead of at my tits.
While I continued my shuffle towards him through the crowded bus, I smiled and never broken eye contact with him. He was the first to do so, but only as I drew within a foot of him. Then his eyes wandered down over my body taking in my assets. I in-turn breathed in the delicious scent he was giving off (Polo by Ralph Lauren, I would learn much later).
I moved closer and I turned sideways in the aisle to pass him -- with my front facing him. With a quiet 'Excuse me,' I slid past him, but I made sure both of my breasts brushed hard against his right arm as I did so. My nipples immediately popped to attention and felt myself getting aroused just by this light touch. Although I had been exhibiting myself in one form or another all day, it didn't matter. My last encounter had left me fully primed to engage in yet another.
The bus started moving, as I shuffled my way further down the aisle until I was past the rear exit of the bus and almost at the end. I grabbed the upper right handrail with my right hand, turned and faced forward, and looked for the guy. I was surprised to see he had now turned to face the back, and was openly watching me move to the back of the bus. Our eyes met once again, and I smiled at him, which he returned instantly -- it was a warm, comfortable, smile and I realized instantly this guy would definitely be a good target for taking to bed tonight, if only there wasn't that ring on his finger. I thought about that a little more as bus trundled along, and decided if he didn't care about it, either would I -- it would be up to him. Indeed, if he had been faithful to his wife up until now, he would be a perfect target -- no STD's to worry about.
Within seconds the bus stopped again, and as people began to move towards the exits he used this opportunity to make his way back towards me. He switched hands with his case and jacket, and passed me as if heading for the last row of seats on the bus. Instead, once past, he turned and came to stand directly behind me. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck which made little goosebumps pop in excitement. I allowed myself to lean backwards just a little and his scent filled my nostrils once again.
We started moving again, and I swayed with the movement, gently bumping my ass against his left upper leg. 'Oh, he's definitely interested, all right,' I thought to myself.
The bus changed lanes in a sharp movement and I found myself involuntarily jostled hard against him. His left hand and arm, although full, reached to steady me holding my side, and lingering there a little longer than required. I murmured a quiet "Thank you" to him. To which he replied, with a hint of humor in his voice "Absolutely, my pleasure."
The next two stops were at major cross streets and quite a few people disembarked, including all the remainder of the people standing and many of those who were sitting. This included the few people who had been sitting in the last row. Up until now I had been content letting myself bump gently into him. But as the last group of people passed us, I turned at the railing to face him. Neither he, nor I backed off an inch as I did so, and it allowed me another opportunity to brush my tits against his arm. With less than 2" between us, I looked up to the amused expression on his face.
I was getting more turned on by the second. A memory of the last time I got this turned on while riding on a bus flashed through my head, and I smiled involuntarily at the thought of Cher making herself cum on the bus...
He caught my quick flash of a smile and grinned too, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" he asked of me.
"Of course, I am." I replied matter-of-factly.
"Would you like to sit?" he motioned towards the empty row of seats beside us. The sun had set completely and dusk was quickly turning to night. 'Perfect cover', I thought to myself, but I didn't respond aloud. Instead, I slid past him towards the seats, while making sure my hardened nipples pressed into his arm yet again.
Wordlessly he followed and lowered himself into the seat beside me.
As he sat, he changed hands with his case and his now free right hand dropped to the inside of my jean covered thigh. Although I was a little surprised at how quickly this was moving along, I was also quite pleased with our progress. Not only did I not discourage him, in fact I parted my legs a little and pressed my left leg against his right. Almost immediately I felt his hand begin sliding higher until his pinkie finger rested against my crotch. I was sure he could feel the heat radiating out of me, but I said nothing.
I looked up into his blue-grey eyes, and smiled as I slid my left hand towards his lap. I casually slipped my hand under his jacket (which he had folded across his lap), and reached straight for his crotch. Through the thin wool of his suit pants, I cupped his balls and already growing cock in my palm. "To answer you, yes, I'm enjoying this, and I can tell you're enjoying it too" I grinned back at him.
Now his hand slide higher too, until he was cupping my cunt in his palm. Although the heat and dampness in my crotch was readily apparent to me, he confirmed he could feel it too, "Damn, you're on fire, I can feel you through your jeans." I felt his cock springing to life in my hand as he pressed his index finger against my clit. "I think my finger is getting wet just holding you," he whispered huskily.
"And you like that too, don't you?" I asked him teasing.
I felt him start to kneed my clit through my jeans, and I felt my juices leaking out of me, I knew whenever it was that he removed his hand, I would have a visible wet spot but I didn't care. I started to squirm against his fingers in my seat, thrusting my pelvis against his hand.
His cock had now reached full size inside his trousers, and I was within seconds of unzipping him right then and there on the bus.
"Holy damn," he whispered, "you're crazy. What are you doing?" he whispered as I fumbled for his zipper.
I whispered back, "I'm trying to make myself cum, now shut up and keep rubbing!"
Instead, much to my disappointment I felt his hand withdraw from my crotch and he placed his hand on mine. He then lifted mine gently from his cock and held it in his.
"I can't," he muttered, "I'm married, I have a good wife, I've never fucked around, I just can't..." he trailed off...
'Damn, damn, damn, damn!' I thought to myself.
"I know you're married," I told him, "I saw your ring. Look-it, I'm not crazy, and I won't come chasing you, I'm just a horny young woman who really, really needs a cock right now. You're a great looking guy, and I thought we might have some fun."
"Oh, I'd love to too, I mean you are gorgeous, but I can't. Besides up until fifteen minutes ago, I didn't even know you -- Hell I still don't know you! I'm just a guy on a bus, who was caught up by some crazy co-ed."
Exasperated and more than a little desperate, I started explaining quietly to him, "Look at me, look at the way I'm dressed right now..." I pulled my hoodie open and then off completely to allow him a good look at my tits. "I've been flashing these little beauties all over town today... I'm horny as hell, and I'm trying to give you a free fuck, no strings attached! So what do you say, whatever your name is?"
"Garry, my name is Garry," he answered laughing at my directness, "Jesus, you just come out and say it, don't you? I knew you were a tease the moment I saw you, and then when you brushed those luscious little tits against my arm, I decided to tease you back -- I just didn't think it would go any further, but this, this uh, offer..."
"Katie, I'm Katie," I answered back, "and I'm a lot more than just a tease. As much as I love to tease and to be teased, in case you haven't figured it out, I love exposing myself too. I just figured that since you seemed to be interested, and since I'm as turned on as I am, I thought hooking up for an evening might be a lot of fun. But if you aren't interested in a cute 20 year old, with a hot little body, too bad for you..." and I crossed my arms in front of me in a mock pout.
Garry laughed, and took one of my hands back into his and then raised it to his mouth and kissed it gently. "It's bad enough you have a pair of the cutest little tits I have ever wanted to kiss, but I had no idea I was playing with fire until you started to bump that cute ass of yours against my leg. Well, by then I was hooked."
