I've always loved a nice ass on a woman. I can't stop myself. It's not that I don't appreciate the whole woman, or I just see woman as object. Whenever I come across a tight round little ass I seem to be mesmerized by it. This was the weakness that led to the following encounter.
I work as an ironworker, so being Friday and the project we were working on was ahead of schedule we cut out early and went for beers. I don't blame the booze but I guess it helped. I was on my way home on the bus, feeling pretty good, just watching the lights go by the window. The bus was becoming increasingly crowded the Friday afternoon panic was on. I had found a single seat along the left side of the bus which suited me just fine. I'm 6 foot 3 and 220 lbs. so sitting with another person is never comfortable, even with a seat by myself I tend to spill over. Hard physical work has kept me in good shape for a guy almost 35.
I heard the girls before I saw them, their voices seemed to rise above the rattles and roar of the bus. They wore uniforms from some private school, green plaid skirts white blouses and blue blazers. The bare legs was what first caught my attention, they slipped through the crowd and found space next to me. A stroke of luck, why is it those pretty little uniforms seem to do so much for some guys, me being one of them?
She stood against me her long fiery red hair inches from my face, I could smell her, a sweet musk smell working overtime on a guy who spends too much time with sweaty men. The smooth white legs disappearing under her skirt only inches from my face. My imagination working overtime on the shape of her you little bottom, I was so close she was so vulnerable. I listened to her speaking to her friend, the voice wasn't shrill or giggling like so many young girls. Don't even think about it I kept telling myself, she's got to be too young.
"My parents went away for the weekend and my younger sister is going out with friends to celebrate he 18th birthday, so why don't you come over."
She was talking to her friend, She had to be over 18. Now my mind kicked into high gear.
"I can't I have to go over to my Granny tonight but maybe tomorrow, we could get a movie and I could sleep over" Her friend continued.
What was I thinking they were schoolgirls and I was over 10 years older. The bus lurched and hit a pothole or curb or something and I saw her loose her balance she had nowhere to go but on my lap. I actually reached out my hand and caught her before she fell. All I recall was her hair in my face and my hand on her ass. She righted herself and looked down at me.
"I'm so sorry, please forgive me"
He face was turning red, the freckles over her button nose disappearing, I just looked into her beautiful green eyes almost speechless. My hand still on her, I quickly pulled away afraid of my own thoughts and weaknesses.
"It's Ok, that was the most fun I've had all day." I deadpanned
Her face went another shade of red, but I saw her smile as she turned away.
The friend was going on about the sad of transit it's drivers and the crowded buses. The little redhead was still standing right next to me, someone tried to push past her and she pushed her backside up against my arm. I thought she would move away but even after they had passed she continued to touch me. I shifted and my upper arm moving it against the crack of he bottom. This was having the obvious effect on me and my jeans seemed to be way to tight to tolerate it. My hands resting on my legs shifted trying to give my growing problem some more room. The back of my hand touched the soft flesh of her bare leg. She had to feel it, she never moved away if anything the pressure seemed to increase against my hand. I never heard what her friend was saying but she was just nodding, a little preoccupied with the our little game to care too much about her friend.
I moved my hand, turning it so the palm was in full contact with her thigh she moved back, increasing the delicious contact of her tight little bottom against my arm. I couldn't believe I was feeling-up this lovely young girl on public transit. She not only allowed it, but was encouraging me. I had to go farther not knowing how much I could get away with before she screamed rape. I moved my large rough hand up her thigh back and forth going higher each time feeling her warm soft flesh, wanting so much more. I was almost holding my breathe, the tension in me building. I was under her skirt. I could feel the heat between her legs and she shifted her weight so slightly spreading her legs. She wanted more, my hand grazed her panties. Was she swaying? or was it me, the friction between my hand and her most private spot increased. Suddenly she moved, as if panicked, she pushed her way to the door as the bus came to a stop. I saw her look back and smile before she got off. That was it, I was lost, almost unaware of anything but my desire. The throbbing between my legs screamed to be satisfied, was she just a tease and I'd have to finish myself when I got home.
I pulled the bell cord and pushed my way to the door. The stop was only a block from where she got off. My feet didn't seem to touch the stairs as I bounded from the bus. Jogging back, watching for her afraid I wouldn't find her, but then I saw her under a street light. I slowed, watching her as she turned down a small side street. I followed her. What was I doing, was I a stalker. I new it was a little crazy and I should just leave her alone, I just couldn't stop myself.
There was no plan just a series of events that propelled me forward, towards her. The beers and the intoxicating effect she had on me seemed to cloud any rational decisions I was making.
The house was the last one on the street with only the front porch light on. She walked up the stairs and looked back. I was in the he shadows she couldn't have seen me. I moved quickly towards her as she opened the door, my body bulldozing her into the house and closing the door behind me before she knew what was happening. She swung around raising her hands to push me off and I grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall.
"Don't scream".
