The bus out to the Harbor was crowded, and late. It pulled into the stop already with standing room only, so I had no choice but to just grab the overhead bar and hang on. We started back onto the freeway swerving and swaying, and I inadvertently bumped back into the man standing behind me. I turned and excused myself, and he smiled and assured me no apology was necessary.
As we rolled along down the highway, he bumped into me a couple of times as the bus slowed and sped back up with the flow of traffic. It kind of turned me on, and I began looking around at all the people in the bus. Everyone was reading or looking out the windows except the man in the seat that I was standing next to. He kept trying to catch my eye and was unmistakably flirting silently. The guy behind me pushed against me again as the bus slowed and came to a stop at the county line. I could feel his dick through his pants and my skirt. He was hard!
I was instantly turned on by it and I allowed myself to step back slightly, pushing myself against his groin. He pushed back into me, too….I felt myself grow wet, just with the instant hunger I felt for this hard cock pressed against my ass.
He pushed against me a couple more times, and I responded. I could feel the heat from his hard cock, and I was more aroused than ever. This was so wild! I didn’t even know this guy, but right now all I could things about was fucking him. I straightened and rose up onto my toes a bit. Now his bulge was pushing against my pussy, and I wondered if he could feel my heat as well. I was beginning to breathe harder, and suddenly became conscious again of the other bus passengers, but they seemed oblivious to our actions.
I reached behind me and felt his cock through his pants. It was huge and throbbing. “Holy shit,” I thought, “What am I doing?” I imagined his cock pushing into me, and it was all I could stand.
I unzipped his pants and felt the silky tight skin of his erection. The heat of the rock-hard dick, and the tiny drop of wetness at the tip of it made me loose all control, and I lifted the back of my skirt and guided him to my hungry wet pussy.
I was so wet, he slid right into me deeply, and I squeezed him tightly inside me with my muscles. He drew up closer to me, and I could see his hand on the overhead bar next to mine. His overcoat hides our coupling from the bus passengers, but the man sitting in the seat next to us knows what was going on, and I can see his pants begin to bulge as well. I see him rearrange himself as he pulls his newspaper up over his lap and watches me letting the stranger behind me fuck me right there in the aisle.
