The green bus crawled to a halt as I stood waiting. The queue was short, so it did not take long to get on board. The bus quickly drew away as I found a place at the back, where the seats faced each other across the aisle. I sat, taking in the sounds, smells and sights as the journey progressed. Being a man in his early sixties gives me a certain licence to look at people without them being offended. It's as if you are harmless and so people don't mind if you stare a bit.
I always liked these seats, as they gave you a chance to look at the passengers, which was always pleasurable if they are attractive women. Being sixty doesn't stop one admiring the opposite sex, and as you'll find out later.
There was a young lad, and an older man opposite, whilst next to me was a middle aged lady reading a book. The lad was listening to his Ipod and nodding to the music.
I always caught the bus to work, the slow pace and hassle free mode of travel suited me. I hated finding car park spaces and having to cope with the busy traffic.
It also gave me a chance to watch people and take the world in at a more leisurely pace. The bus stopped several times as it made its way toward the centre of the town. The seats around me filled up and I found myself sitting beside a man with an umbrella, though there was no sign of rain, and the spare seat opposite was taken by an elderly lady with a shopping bag.
Once more the bus set off, taking us passengers to all those different personal destinations, I bet no one was going to one like mine, I mused.
The bus once more slowed down with the brakes squealing a bit as they came to a halt. There was a huff of air as they were released and the door opened. A few people got off and were replaced by several who boarded. The bus was fast filling as we drew closer to the town centre with all the seats now taken. The last person to get on caught my eye. She was an attractive girl probably in her mid twenties, with short brown hair, dressed in a one piece blue and white striped light wool dress, that was quite figure hugging. She looked up the bus but seeing no spaces, stood in front of me taking hold of the chrome pole.
Her hands were well formed with elegant fingers and medium length nails varnished with a clear polish. I saw she had no rings on her fingers. Her wrist sported a small watch with a dark blue strap and large face.
The bus once more pulled away, with the passengers swaying from the movement. I looked up at the woman and was momentarily rewarded with her looking directly at me. She had an oval face, with well spaced eyes, almost a little Asian, with a small straight nose over a generous mouth, with neutral lipstick. As she looked about, I noted she had a fine neck that I followed down to her chest, which certainly interested me. The dress hugged her breasts which I assessed to be probably a C cup 37 or 38. They seemed large on her smallish frame and from the sooth contours of her dress I was wondering whether she had a bra on or not. I continued to examine them and noted two bumps where her nipples forced the material out. She must have fairly prominent nipples, for them to be seen like this. I felt a familiar tingling in my loins.
I carried my inspection on down her body admiring the flat tummy and slight hips. The material folded slightly into her crotch, and filled out a little as it wrapped around her thighs. The dress stopped about mid thigh, under which I could see a well shaped pair of legs and calves. She was wearing medium heels that gave her legs a nice shape. As she turned around I was rewarded by the sight of her small bum embraced by the soft material, shaping itself to the muscles of her buttocks, which flexed as she balanced on the swaying bus.
I stared some more, looking for the tell-tell line of her knickers where the elastic pulled her soft flesh in, but there were none. I felt my tingling getting even stronger. Was she wearing any knickers? I continued to examine her buttocks for signs of the contrary, but no I was sure the smoothness of her dress could only be obtained if she was not wearing any. Of course she could be wearing a thong with the strap cutting up between her buttocks caressing her anus and just covering her sex. I mused on an image of the strap disappearing between her firm buttocks, lovely.
More excitingly I wondered is she was naked underneath the one piece of clothing she was wearing, her bare pussy just inches away from indecency.
I looked up once more as she looked out of the window over my head. She didn't even notice me, old and harmless, I grinned as I turned over this thought in my mind. I wondered what she would be like naked, would there be any scars or unsightly moles. No I was sure this lady had a flawless skin.
I raised my eyes and stared at her chest, the bus bounced on the badly made road and I was rewarded with the sight of her breasts also bouncing. She was definitely braless; they bounced some more as the bus continued along this rough piece of road, charming. I wondered where she was going, was she meeting a lover at some special rendezvous dressed like this? Surely she wasn't going to work as a secretary. Would she be bending over the desk at work, her boss ramming his hard cock into her subservient body? Or giving him a blow job before the day started. I looked up and smiled at her, but she ignored me, preferring to look out of the windows at the passing street scene.
