I hated having to stand on the long bus ride back from my college, except when some insanely beautiful girl was standing in front of me like today. I stood at the back of the bus and she was in front of me, getting pushed back further and further by the rush of passengers onto the bus. By the time we had made it only a few blocks away from my school, she was pushed all the way to back, right next to me. She looked like she had just gotten out of her job as a receptionist, with her navy jacket, tight white, v-neck blouse, navy pencil skirt, and fashionable purse.
I didn't have too much time to think about much as she walked toward me to make room for the new riders. The bus jumped as it took off before everyone had even moved back all the way, causing the receptionist to lose her balance and stumble into me. She fell right against me, pushing her breasts into my chest. I looked down past her flying curls and distraught face to see right down that low-cut v-neck, which displayed some delectable cleavage. Finally, she gained her balance and got a grip on the hand-hold.
"Oh, Ah beg your pardon, sir, the bus just jerked a bit when I wasn't expectin's all," she said with a smile and a Southern accent. Her drawl reminded me of one of those bright young Pollyannas from places like Georgia and South Carolina on the Miss USA pageants. "Well, Ah better turn 'round now so Ah can see when my stop's coming."
As she turned around, the bus stopped and let another person on who clearly didn't fit. "Move back, make room!" the driver cried. A wave of movement ended with me and the receptionist. She moved back to accommodate the new rider and pushed hard against my body, which was already pressed against the back of the bus. I held my breath at the realization that her perky little ass, which was clearly outlined by her skirt, had pushed right into my groin.
"Okay, stay calm, we don't want a lawsuit on our hands here," I told myself in thought. "Just think of Bea Arthur and Mother Theresa in...no, that's a bit too far. Okay, just name all the state capitals."
Well, it was worth a try. Every time the bus changed speeds, she would press harder against me. And every time the bus hit a pothole, her ass would jiggle and rub my dick. I bit my lip as I felt blood rush to both my heads. It grew little by little, but I managed to keep it about halfway down through sheer willpower. It was no use though, as the next pothole gave me quite a stroke against her. On top of that, her skirt slipped a little, revealing the top of a lacy thong. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, desperately battling my libido, but it was in vain. My mental chants of "Please stay down" didn't make a difference as I swelled to full size.
I began sweating. Maybe she wouldn't notice, maybe she's used to this sort of thing. I tried to make up all sorts of justifications, but none helped calm my member.
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Mission accomplished, I thought, as I felt his dick begin to poke right against my ass. To me, that's one of the most exciting things in the world. I mean, I'm a pretty normal girl in most cases, but I started developing a little kink, a fetish almost, for teasing boys. When I went to college, I found that I enjoyed slutting it up at all the parties and dances. The whole bump and grind thing was a surefire way to get laid, but then I discovered it was an ends in itself. I started grinding against guys I knew I didn't want, just because I liked the feeling of knowing that I certainly could have them, but there was no way they could have me. And by feeling, I mean the feeling of their desperate, aching cocks against my ass, thinking that they would get laid because I was so drunk and working them over so hard. Only one guy could have me a night, though, and all those other boys went home hard and alone.
Well, anyway, my point is that I started doing this to guys on the bus. It was a fairly long ride, I was bored, and whole thing was exciting for the both of us. I liked going for the younger guys, because they all had hair triggers. It took almost nothing to get a rise out of them. This guy in particular I really wanted to get bad. He was really cute except for the whole shaggy beard, long hair, and flannel thing. If he cleaned up, I might've slipped him my number at the end of this thing.
So I went through my regular routine -- the bump into his chest, push my boobs right into him, then rub my ass against him 'til he got hard. I even used the fake Southern accent. Guys really seem to like that for some reason. Maybe it sounds friendlier. So now I had him right where I wanted him.
My cell phone began to ring, and my plan became even more devious.
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"Oh, mah friend is supposed to pick me up at the bus stop. Ah bet that's her calling now, Ah need to take this. But mah hands are a bit full. Do you think you could do me a favuh?"
