Soooo... lately I've been taking the bus every morning. My car broke down and it'll be a few days to get it fixed. Meanwhile I'm relying on the public transport. I've never taken the bus on the regular before, even during my school and college days. So this is a new experience. There are things I like and certain things makes me wonder how public transports are still allowed to exist.
Among the things I like is the routine that I got set into without realizing. I see the same nameless strangers everyday, and even though I've never talked to any of them, there is a sense of being part of a group, if that makes sense. Last Thursday, I was on the bus and all of a sudden I was hit by a random thought of perversion about one of these regular nameless stranger.
These random pervy thoughts are not new, but now that I've started submitting stories here, I thought why not share them with others.
So, here we go.
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Lily was standing at the bus stop, her gloved hands in her jacket pockets, her breath clouding before her, and her hair brushing against her cheek in the chilling morning breeze.
Despite the awful weather and it being awfully early in the morning, Lily was wide awake and in a good mood. During her driving days, it was her coffee's job to wake her up. But since her car broke down, it was the short walk in the cold to the bus stop that woke her up. She should ease on her coffee intake anyway, so that's a plus.
Breaking the morning silence, footsteps fresh snow made Lily turn around. A cute looking young man, probably in his early 20s, approached the bus stop. Lily checked the time on her phone. The young man was a few minutes earlier than usual. But everything else about him was the same including his clothing style and his lazy walk. A minute later, a man in his 30s came to the bus stop. Right on his usual time. More people kept showing up, and after a short greeting or a polite nod, everyone went back to waiting for the bus quietly, standing a few feet away from each other. Lily felt like they all shared a strange bond. As if they were part of a group without realizing.
And as a group, they all shifted and got closer to each other, as the bus came in view.
Lily made her way towards the back of the bus, passing by other nameless faces that she had now come to expect to see every morning. Her stop being fairly early in the bus's route, Lily usually got a place to sit. Almost always, the same spot.
Lily popped her earplugs and started scrolling through her phone to pass the 45 minutes commute.
The bus went its way, and people got on and off on their usual stops. There were always new faces who'd take the bus, but it was the regular ones that stood out to Lily.
Towards the end of her commute, about 15 minutes from her stop she'd get off, Lily's heart began to race. She stopped her music, but left the earplugs in for the noise cancelling. She wanted no distractions to her thoughts. At the next stop, a man was going to enter the bus, and for reasons Lily could not explain, she was horny for him. By now, the bus got crowded and she just hoped today would be one of those days when she got a clear view of the man, even though it'd be just his back.
The bus stopped. People exited. People entered. And then Lily saw the man step into the bus.
He always wore his long coat, glasses, a muffler around his neck, a beanie, gloves, a leather bag hanging from one shoulder, and an insulated coffee mug in his other hand. He was the classic example for a dad-bod. A little bit on the chubby side, but not enough to be labeled "fat".
He must have gotten used to the bus being crowded because he never looked around for an empty seat. As always, he got on, walked towards the middle of the bus and stood with one hand holding the hanging strap, his back towards Lily.
Lily would get disappointed if other passengers would block her view, but today, it was one of her lucky days. She had a clear view of the entire back of the man, from his head to his shoes.
There was no way to tell his age, because Lily sitting all the way at the back of the bus never got a clear view of the man's face. The anonymity was something she loved about this whole thing. Based on the man's body language, he must be older than Lily but not old enough that others would offer him their seats. So Lily imagined the man to be in his 50s.
Her heart was pumping, her pussy tingling, her eyes taking in the back of this faceless stranger. She placed her tote bag on her lap to cover her fingers touching her pussy over her jeans. As much as she wanted to get her fingers inside, she'd have to do with little taps on her hungry pussy through her pants, as if she was trying to calm a hungry kitten. There were times in the past when she got too excited, and began humping in her seat. And when the people next to hear noticed, she covered the act by pretending to find a more comfortable way to hold her bag. Lily tried not to show her excitement but it was getting harder by the day.
And yet, she didn't know why. What was so special about the man? Why this man and not anyone else on the bus? She had no idea. The pussy wants what the pussy wants.
And what her pussy wanted was get stuffed by that man's cock, in the middle of the bus, with no shame and with everyone watching. She wanted to walk up and stand behind him, and hope the bus gets even more crowded that she'd get pushed closer and closer to him, until her breasts are pressing against the man's back.
He'd turn to see, and maybe if he's a gentleman, he'd apologize, but Lily wouldn't let him turn. She didn't want to see his face or the magic of the situation would vanish. So if he turned, Lily would look away.
With the bus's jerking motion, she'd hump her pussy into him, and then, slowly she'd grab his shoulders for balance.
Again he'd turn, but Lily would look down to avoid seeing his face.
"Sorry about that," Lily would say, and leave her hand on his shoulder. Now she would be standing pressed up against his back, her both hands on the man's shoulder, and her nose so close she'd be breathing his smell that'd send shivers through Lily, making her lose all inhibitions.
"Fuck," Lily said, the word escaping her mouth involuntarily, so soft that only the man would hear.
Lily would hear the man chuckle, and as he attempted to turn, she'd once again stop that. This time keeping a firm grip on both shoulders, she'd kiss his nape. A long, lingering, passionate kiss on his nape that'd end with a little lick.
