Note: This was inspired by one man's desire to hear fantasies about what someone would do to and with his wife.
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I had just finished up at the office and was waiting for the bus in the middle of downtown's traffic hell. While I tried to be inconspicuous about looking at the woman's naked body on my phone, when I'm out in public with so many people around it's really hard to be discreet. I heard a "Holy shit" from over my shoulder, and I lowered my phone to see another man looking at the screen with a smile on his face.
It kind of excited me to think that Carrie's breasts got a smile out of another man as well, so my brain kept processing this information when I saw my bus approaching. With a silent cheer, I saw that since the bus was only half full, I would have the whole back row to myself. I slid in next to the window, angling my body so I could see the reflection of my screen in the glass, feeling a little extra dirty to think that I was showing pornography to everyone on the freeway.
Since it was already dark outside, the window reflected like a mirror. In the little I could see outside, when the bus slowed down, all of those guys in the delivery trucks and 18-wheelers got to have a peek at Carrie's sexy naked body. I might have possibly selected the best pictures and zoomed in while I waited for someone to show her off to.
While waiting for the next big truck to get close, I stared at the newest picture, and this time I imagined what it would be like to watch first-hand as the pictures were being taken. As much as I love looking at her amazing body, I'd love even more to touch her. I can almost feel her small firm breasts in my hands as I lean forward and press my face between them. Mmmm, wow. When I pinch and suck on her nipples, I can imagine her breathing heavily in pleasure, and I picture making a woman orgasm from just breast and nipple play. I think Carrie would be perfect for that, and while staring at her picture, I felt a tightness in my jeans as I imagined her posing for me.
When the bus pulled off the freeway for the last stop by the airport before heading into the suburbs, I cursed as I saw two more people get on the bus. 'So much for my freedom of an empty back row.' I thought sadly.
The pair walked down the isle, and my jaw dropped as I tried to not stare at the woman while they both put their overnight bags on the small shelf by the ceiling before sitting on the other end of the back row. That smile. That chin. I'd seen them somewhere before. When she took off her jacket, the middle of her blouse parted a little bit, and I instantly got an full erection. Those three tiny spots on her chest were the same ones I'd just seen on my phone less than a minute before. I couldn't believe it. I remember reading in the thread that the couple was going on a trip to a colder place than Florida, but the odds that they would be in my town, on my bus, were astronomical.
For the next two minutes, I fought with myself as I tried to look over at them without staring, and the way the man was blocking the view of her made it hard to be sure, but I thought that the overall shapes of the people were the same as the ones I'd seen online, even though their faces were never shown in detail.
"Hey, excuse me." I whispered above the noise of the bus engine.
"Yes?" The man replied, his face neutral.
"Are you by any chance from Florida, and here to visit friends this weekend?"
"Why would you ask that?" He said with a trace of suspicion.
"I swear you two look almost exactly like some people I was reading about online." Now both people looked at me with a glint in their eye. I shook my head and raised my hands and smiled to fend off their possible anger. "Sorry, I'm not a stalker, but I swear you two look like Paul and Carrie from this forum thread I've been reading, and your luggage fits the profile."
The man turned to the woman, and they whispered back and forth for a minute, then the man turned to me.
"Show me," he said, pointing at my phone, "show me why you think we're those people."
My heart was racing as I unlocked my phone and lifted it to show him the picture I had been looking at a minute ago. The man bit back a smile, then looked around in confusion when the bus' interior lights turned off.
"These express buses always do that." I said. "When it's dark out and the bus isn't at a stop, they always turn the lights off for safety. If nothing else, it's easier for the passengers to take a nap. So anyhow, that's one picture, and the other one... Let me see..."
I browsed to near the end of the forum thread and found a picture of the couple in a non-nude shot and showed it to the man. He nodded his head and went back to the woman to whisper again.
"How long before the next stop?" The man asked me.
"About twenty minutes on a normal day. Since it's a Friday night and raining, it'll probably be closer to thirty."
He stood up and blocked the isle with his body, smiling as he reached out his hand. "Good detective work, bud. You're right, my name is Paul, and it's nice to meet you."
Shaking Paul hand, I laughed nervously as my worry faded. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Ceasar, and I'd like to thank you for that amazing thread you posted."
"If you read what I said several times, you should have an answer to my next question. What do you want to do to my wife?"
"I'd... Uhhh... I would... Damn, I know what I'd write in the forum, but it's hard to say when she's sitting right there in real life."
"I won't get mad," Paul smiled, "but in order to introduce yourself nicely to my wife, you can't shake her hand, instead you have to grab something else of hers. Where do you want to touch her?"
I looked between them, then stared at Paul as I answered. "Your wife has a gorgeous ass, but I'm a breast man. It's kind of a huge fetish for me. The first thing I'd want to do is to have her bend over and let me look down her shirt at her breasts. If I can't shake hands with her, I'd definitely give her boobs a squeeze hello."
Carrie unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, pulling her clothes open and flashed her breasts at me. I stared in shock, and I was interrupted by Paul's laughing at my response. He turned on the small reading light above the seat to put his wife in the spotlight, then took several pictures of her while she modeled her bare breasts for us, then he pointed at my phone, indicating I should take some pictures as well. He whispered to her, then looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody else was coming towards us.
While Paul reached into her carry-on bag, Carrie took off her panties, shirt, and bra, then took the shirt that Paul was handing her. She put the loose tank top on before turning sideways on the seat and spreading out her skirt, smiling up at Paul as he put her clothes into the bag. He held his phone in front of her as she got up on her hands and knees on the bench seat, the light from his screen illuminating the view down her shirt.
With Paul's body still blocking the view from the isle, Carrie crawled across the seat towards me, shaking her ass and shoulders to make her breasts sway seductively for me. I switched my camera to video mode and recorded the sight of her crawling towards me, making sure to keep her face out of the frame to protect her identity. Carrie stopped two feet away, looking up at me with a smile as she bit her lip.
"What? You can shake my husband's hand to say hello, but not my boobs? That's not fair, I think my girls need a hello as well. You even said you wanted to, so prove it. Grab me."
"Umm..."
"Do it, please. I insist." Paul looked at me and nodded his head, smiling widely as he stroked under Carrie's skirt, and I could see by her face that she loved what he was doing between her legs.
