Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader.
It was a busy day in the city. Tia had to make it to the appointment with her new client at nine thirty. She knew the way but also knew when she got there that parking would be nearly impossible at this time on a busy workday.
The decision to take the city bus was the only prudent alternative. She boarded the bus at eight ten just three blocks from her house and with only one change she could be in the city and within a block of the client's office in just over an hour. She looked forward to the trip.
Tia stepped up on the bus step with her tiny Asian American foot and smiled at the driver unconsciously blinking her beautiful dark brown eyes at him. She slipped the coins into the meter and turned to find a seat.
The bus was full. Standing room was the best she could hope for and she walked down the isle as far back as she could and took hold of one of the overhead handles above her as the bus lurched forward on its journey.
Others had followed her onto the bus and only a few got off at this hour. She was pressed on all sides by one passenger or the next. It was all she could do to just reach the handle above her head and keep her other hand on the briefcase with samples of her work as a graphic artist.
She concentrated more on holding onto the case than hanging on to the handle to remain upright. It was her new business and she was meeting an important client. Her work was something that one can't explain but needs to be seen. The samples in her case were all she had to impress and in the crowd she held tightly to the handle to keep them safe.
Tia practiced the words that she planned to use in front of two men and one woman who ran the company. She was to make a logo for a new product they had and provide all of the artwork for the website and brochures. It was to be a big job and important to her business.
She practiced the words and phrases in her head to be sure to impress and not offend. Her mind was on what was to come and not in the present situation when she felt a hand slip around her knee and slowly move up the inside of her tiny thigh.
She had debated with herself early that morning that a skirt and not pants was the thing to wear to her meeting and now she began to regret that decision. She hoped that the pantyhose she wore would protect her from what might happen if the hand wandered closer to her more intimate area between her legs.
Tia couldn't tell as she stood in the crowd if the hand was coming from in front of her or from behind. She guessed it was a person sitting behind her and she turned slightly and pressed her legs close together to avoid the unwanted contact.
She looked down and saw an older lady sitting behind her and guessed that the hand she felt did not belong to that passenger. She turned the other direction and saw a tall man standing next to her. He smiled and she smiled back but she could not believe that his arm was long enough to be standing upright and still touch her at the knee and thigh.
She turned the other direction again and as she moved the hand went up between her thighs into the tender part. At this point she could not press her legs any tighter together.
Her knees were already touching and the hand slowly slipped between the flesh of her thighs along the nylon pantyhose with nothing to stop it. Slowly it moved up to where the top of her legs gave way to a small space just below her vulva. She gasped as the fingers filled the small space in her groin and pressed backward just a little with her hips to see if she could move out of the reach of the unknown assailant.
Instead of moving away as she had hoped she felt the fingers slip along her pussy through the pantyhose and her satin panties. She had inadvertently moved toward the hand and not away from it. The good news was that she knew now that the hand belonged to a person behind her.
She turned to see if she could identify the person providing her secret advance but the crowd of the people on the bus made it impossible to turnaround. She instead held onto her case tightly and bit her lip when the fingers pressed through the material to put pressure on her clit.
Tia was gradually giving in. The situation was hopeless and since she had to change busses soon she would just let whoever was pleasuring themselves at her expense to continue until she had to get off one way or the other. She just hoped this person would do a good job and not just a half assed job of massaging her pussy.
She gave up on pressing her legs tightly together and stepped just a little to let the hand have more access to her groin. The hand responded enthusiastically and soon at least two fingers were pressing into her pussy as one finger ran along each side of her vulva.
The fingers were thick and strong and easily pressed into the material that separated her tender pink flesh from the fingerprints that surely soiled the outside of her pantyhose.
She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to concentrate on what she would say to her prospective new clients but the mental challenge of thinking about work lost the contest to the physical challenge of feeling her pussy grow wet.
The hands on her sex were relentless and she responded as a woman would to the touch by a lover. She moved her hips slightly back and bent her knees just enough to place the fingers in the best spot for her pleasure.
She felt herself wanting to moan when the human digits found the right spot. She bit her lip and opened her eyes to see if anyone on the bus was watching. All of the others seemed taller and more occupied with their own thoughts.
It was comforting to see that nobody was aware of the naughty thing she and the unknown passenger were doing. She closed her eyes again and let the feelings inside of her gather near the bottom of her tummy and slowly shoot little pangs of erotic pleasure throughout her small body.
She could feel herself tremble after a few minutes and was sure the wetness from her pussy had soaked through her panties and hose and imagined the fingers were wet and smelled of her scent. The feeling of her orgasm was too intense to bear silently but she had to do something.
The man standing in front of her had on a jacket and she buried her face into it to moan. He didn't seem to mind and like everyone else standing could not turn around.
She nearly dropped her precious briefcase but recovered in time to remind herself of the importance of her meeting. She composed herself enough to stand up all the way again. The hand slipped along the inside of her right thigh in a light caress as if to say thank you and disappeared from between her legs.
Tia felt the need to pull down on her skirt and let go of the handle over her head for just a moment to straighten her clothes. It was in an instant that the man standing in front of her spun around. Apparently she had given him enough room when she changed her position for him to change his. She stood back up quickly and re-grasped the handle above her but now they were face to face.
He looked down at her and asked.
"Are you alright?" He said.
"Yes. I'm fine." Tia said still a little breathless from her orgasm.
"Okay, it just seemed like you leaned on me there for a minute. I thought you were going to pass out. You were trembling and I thought I heard you say something." He said full of concern for her welfare.
She was embarrassed that she had let herself get carried away. The thought of what she had done made her blush.
"No. I'm quite alright." She said and blushed as she smiled. Her eyelids fluttered and gave her away.
"Are you sure?" He said and slipped his free arm around her waist to hold her up.
Tia felt his body press against hers and she lowered her eyes to avoid looking directly at him. He took her movement differently and thought she was going to fall down. In response he tightened his grip on her with the one hand and released the handle above him with the other to wrap her up in his hold and protect her if she fell.
