The bus was crowded with people getting home from town, as it usually was on a Saturday night.
I'd been out for a few drinks with my mates, but we hadn't pulled and it was time to go home. I rather liked the night buses. You could get into conversations with people, say things to total strangers that you'd never say to your friends or family, maybe even swap fantasies. But this night so far nobody had taken the seat next to me, and I relaxed, swaying with the movement of the bus, my jacket bundled in my lap. I was looking out of the window, not paying attention to anything much, when a sweet perfume nudged me into looking round. A woman was sitting next to me - I didn't look for long, well you don't, it's rude to stare, but she was - interesting. Probably nearly as old as me, wearing a big black wrap thing covering her shoulders and arms, and a long black skirt under it. Hair - reddish-brown, long, curly, pinned back here and there with little sparkly things. Not exactly a pretty face, not pin-up pretty, but very sensual - big, wide, friendly looking mouth, short straight nose, deepset green eyes under fine arched brows. Pale skin, very clear. Not enough makeup to be obvious. She glanced at me, I nodded and looked away, didnt want to seem like I was coming on to her.
That perfume, though... subtle. Not a sinus-clearing blast of stuff but something that wound its way into my mind, sweet, musky, the sort of smell you'd expect a woman to smell of after she'd been making love for hours.... I was vaguely surprised to feel a stirring of interest down there. After all, I'd spent all night watching tight-arsed little dolly birds strutting about, in skirts so short and tight you could've counted their pubes, if they'd had any unshaven .... I had a sudden flash image of the woman beside me lying naked on a black satin sheet, warm and abundant, her bush a splendid flaming mound that breathed the perfume of sex... she'd have big, heavy, creamy breasts, with big stiff nipples that would be heaven to suck and tongue. She'd writhe in ecstasy, and take me to a rampaging climax, just with her knowing fingers and her welcoming cunt.... shit, I was hard!
Carefully I eased my jacket further up my legs so that it covered the bulge of my erection... I kept looking out the window, or straight ahead, part of me a bit embarrassed, but mostly enjoying the sweet pain of being thoroughly aroused and unable to do a thing about it. I shifted my hips a bit, then made myself sit very still, just imagining what she could do with that generous mouth around my cock.
We were climbing up a long hill - Streatham way - and the bus lurched, and she fell a bit sideways, onto me. She apologised, so did I, and she sat very still again, but now her hands were hidden by her wrap, and I could feel the soft pressure of her thigh and hip against mine. I hardly dared breathe as I realised she was deliberately leaning against me... then, very slowly and gently, I felt her hand sliding across, hidden by her shawl and my jacket, slowly feeling its way over my thigh, the fingers probing gently, firmly through my trousers... oh shit, she'd found my cock, she was touching my cock , oh shit she was holding my cock on the bus, only my jacket was hiding her hand! I coughed slightly, she glanced at me and I felt myself going hot and sweaty at the wicked glint in her green eyes. I didn't try to stop her, just kept my hands very still, one on top of the jacket, lying loose and relaxed... her fingers were working up to my flies now, undoing them with amazing skill, and I took in a long, careful breath of her perfume as her cool fingers pushed down through my boxers and took hold of the skin sausage, squeezing it gently and making me want to thrust up wildly against her.
