(Please note, I'm from the UK, so football = soccer, unless you prefer otherwise!)
It was a warm spring day, summer was promising to start and as usual Jason had to run to the bus. He hastily paid the fare and rushed to a seat sitting cross-legged. The local bus services had been cut, cut and then cut some more; so this was his last direct bus of the day. If he missed it, then it would mean a 2 hour round trip to the nearest town and back. So there he sat, exhausted from the run from his last lecture, crossed legged because he did not have time to visit the bathroom.
The bus pulled away and began its slow bumpy acceleration down the road. The movement of the bus increased the pressure on Jason to visit the bathroom, and as was usual he had to fight with his body to stop an erection forming in view of a nearly full bus. By the third stop he had placed his bag over his groin. He was loosing the battle, but fortunately his stop was last and he usually got off alone, so hopefully no one would see.
The bus stopped suddenly, throwing passengers forward in their seats. Jason's bag slipped through the gap between his raised knee and the seat in front falling to the floor. He was bent reaching for it when she stood next to the seat. Nervously he sat up and looked around the bus as she sat beside him, his was the only double seat left with a space.
Panic flushed through him. He could no longer retrieve his bag and now he had a woman pressing into him. Damn the bus company and their stupid small seats, he felt his face redden with embarrassment. He turned to look out the window. It'd all be over in thirty minutes or so, the thought comforted him.
In-groups the bus emptied, seats became free, but she did not move. Jason felt frustrated, his discomfort had lessened as he relaxed into the situation. For her age, she wasn't a bad looking woman. So he began to enjoy the sensation of his erect penis crushed between his crossed legs with her unknowing next to her.
She wore a tight blue skirt cut just above the knee and split up the back, her legs were crossed revealing her tanned skin. Her womanly thighs were smooth; her entire figure seduced you with curves. As she looked away Jason allowed his eyes to rise up her figure. The dull sued jacket, zipped to the neck disappointed him, only the swell of her ample breasts pressing against the material gave promise of what was underneath. Her face was mature and matched the tan of her legs. About 40 to 45 he thought. But then he was only 18 and not a good judge of age. She wore her hair short in a layered bob, obviously dyed light hazel. Faint lines creased her face, which you could see only if you looked really closely. He sat bolt upright realising how close he had been leaning toward her, the smell of her perfume suffused his mind. His erection found him more willing to allow it to grow.
His sudden movement caught her attention and she turned to face him, only to find him looking out the window. She noted the red rash behind his ear, smiling she took in his figure. He had long hair; just passed his collar, a sure give-away that he was a student. He was slightly shorted than her, by an inch or so, 5'8" at a guess. The hair covered broad shoulders and a muscular neck, he was probably into sports, his thighs pressed out at his jeans, he was probably into football. He had the air of someone quick on his feet.
Her gaze ran over his crossed leg to his bulge. Stifling a surprised laugh she looked forward as he gave her a quick - startled - stare. Poor sod she thought, looking around the half full bus, could she have given him that, at her age? The thought warmed her and she re-crossed her legs pressing closer to him. Let's have some fun, after all, she was going to be here until the last stop and he would have to try and get past her to get off the bus.
Two stops - then the last, Jason noted, just the two of them left now, and she must be getting off soon. He was sure she was getting closer to him. She kept crossing and re-crossing her legs, each time the skirt moved up a little further. He found himself looking longingly at those thighs, wondering what her legs would look like completely exposed. He had decided several stops ago that he would relieve himself when he was at home. But he had to calm himself down before he could even stand.
She looked at him and felt pity; did he know she could see his erection? She didn't think so, otherwise he would have shifted position. Or was he flirting back in some unsure teenage way? She decided to go a step further and unzipped her jacket displaying her blue low-cut top, revealing more of her work uniform and more of herself. While keeping her head facing the front she kept half an eye on him. Yep, he had noticed. She smiled; poor fella she thought.
Jason stared at her cleavage side on. It was bigger than the jacket had implied and pressed at the lapels of her uniform. He looked at her eyes to check she hadn't noticed him and was surprised to be met by her side-ways glance. He turned quickly to look out the window, redness spreading across his face again.
She saw the red flush return to his face and out of pity she found her hand snap automatically to his bulge and squeeze it. She heard him gasp and watched as he looked down at her hand slowly tightening and relaxing on the head of his clothed cock. His face was full of pleading as he gazed into her eyes. So she leant in with her free hand and unzipped his jeans sliding her grasping hand in. She clasped his erect cock and began to slowly run her hand up and down his shaft.
He didn't know what to do. His posture stiffened, but otherwise remained the same. He hadn't noticed the bus stop until it began moving again. An elderly couple sat at the front, unaware of what she was doing out of sight behind the seat. He could feel himself building, he knew it wouldn't take long, not after keeping an erection for so long. And not with her strokes coming harder and faster.
She couldn't believe she was doing this to the boy. She sat facing forward, apart from slight movement every now and then, she was sure the old couple could not guess what they were up to. The thought turned her on, the more turned on she became the harder she grabbed and stroked him. Her own breath was now coming in shallow quiet gasps, she was keenly aware of the young man in her hand, sat next to her breathing heavily and quietly less anyone hear - and under her control. She felt him jerk and a welcome warmth smoothly flowed across her hand.
"Urgh." Jason grunted as quietly as he could.
He could feel himself cuming in his pants, wetting her hand as she slowed her stroking until he was flaccid.
She held him wet in her hand, slowly throbbing on his spent cock enjoying the damp feeling between her fingers. She leant in holding his jeans around the zip so she could wipe her hand as she pulled it from his pants.
He looked sheepishly at her and was rewarded with a smile. He watched her reach into her bag and pull out some tissues with which she completed drying her hands. The bus jolted them forward in the seat - damn, the last stop he thought.
She stood, walked to the front of the bus glancing back quickly and watched him hastily zip himself up, then comically walk up behind her with his bag held over his damp groin. She stepped off the bus smiling to herself - that was fun - she thought.
The bus pulled away and he stood watching her walk in the opposite direction to his house wondering why he'd never noticed her before, and if he'd see her again.
---------------------------------------------
"Jason!"
It was his mum, and he had just stepped out of the shower, something she knew, and that probably meant an errand was on the cards. Still he couldn't complain his parents weren't hard on him and unlike some of his friends, they hadn't made it obvious that they wanted him out, although he knew one day they would. So until then, the odd late-night errand wasn't a problem.
"Yes mum?"
"Jason, when you're done, could you pop to the shop and get some tissues? I've run out."
"Sure mum." He shouted down the stairs on the way to his room.
It was nearly 11. He would have to hurry to the shop before it closed. So he hastily decided to dispense with underwear and throw some clean jeans on and a jumper.
The walk to the shop was cold and he was glad to be welcomed by the over head heater, as he stepped into the shop. It was a new chain, which had sprung up locally. One he wasn't familiar with but it kept the same opening times as the previous shop, so he wasn't surprised to hear the shouts and good-byes of the staff. One young girl bounced passed him and paused at the door leaning slightly giving Jason an eyeful of her young chest.
"Claire, one more!?"
"That's okay Sue, you go off home. I log into a till."
"Later!"
She closed the door abruptly behind her as he continued into the store. He was sure he recognised Sue from college and made a mental note to look out for her tomorrow. The sound of the till being tapped and beeping echoed around the empty shop, only the light from the street and back room lit the interior.
"You're not on a big shop are you?" Came the disembodied voice of Claire.
"No, just some tissues. By the way, where are they?"
"Aisle 4, next to the deodorant. Do you mind if I close the shutters?"
"No, sure."
He found himself being plunged further into darkness as the shutters rumbled into place closing out the street light. The only light left came from the office at the back.
