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Every day I saw those deep hazel eyes turn their gaze on me. Eyes that seemed to see beneath the layers of clothing that I wore down to my lace thong and my size DD demi-cup bra. Last Friday, my gaze snapped away from those beautiful eyes as the bus took off and I found myself grabbing on to the bar above me to keep from falling. Just three weeks ago my company started an incentive program which paid for half of our monthly public transportation. I was a little nervous at first. Being crammed into an intercity bus was not my idea of fun. My memories of public transportation always take me back to the days when I would take the bus down to the mall with my mother and sisters. I only remember strange, smelly old men who would leer at me as if I was a piece of choice steak. I always sat close to my mother on those bus rides. The destination was always better than the journey. Riding public transportation this time around was not nearly as bad. The bus was filled with other people who were on their way to work at this hour. I was actually shocked to find men and women in business suits! After a few days I noticed that I saw many of the same people everyday. One gorgeous passenger, in particular, had caught my eye. I grew fond of him, dubbing him “tall, dark, and etimesgut escort handsome.” Usually, when I got on the bus he was sitting in a seat near the middle of the bus, so at first I did not know how tall he was. One time, however, he got up to offer his seat to an elderly lady and I noticed that he was at least 6’ 3” tall. He had strong broad shoulders, lean hips, a tight ass, and large hands. My thoughts would stray as I looked at his hands. Was it true that large hands meant a large dick? His skin was the color of a creamy caramel latte. Everyday I thought about how I loved whipped cream with my latte, and how I would enjoy licking that whipped cream off his rock hard stomach. The thought almost brought my tongue out to seductively lick my lips, but I always stopped myself, afraid of what others on the bus would think of me. Most of these people, after all, worked in corporate America. They were only concerned with getting to work and getting home. The freak show of a woman having an orgasm on the bus was not a part of the schedule. He had thick, wavy, black hair. One lock of hair always threatened to fall to his forehead. Oh, how I wanted to run my fingers through his hair while I kissed his luscious lips. I could eryaman escort imagine taking first his bottom lip and then his top lip into my mouth. Oh, this train of thought was going to get me into trouble! Last Friday the bus was a little more packed than usual. I got on the bus and moved towards the back. To my surprise “tall, dark, and handsome” was also in the back of the bus. He had the fortune to have gotten a seat. As I stood, my back was to him. I tried not to think about how my ass was practically in his face. As the bus rode along it grew more and more packed with people. I had to step back several paces until the back of my legs were brushing against his knees with every jostle and sway of the bus. Every time the bus took off my ass came within five inches of his face. I could not bare to turn around. I feared that I would see an angry face looking up at me. Or maybe I was afraid that I’d look into those beautiful eyes and see that he enjoyed the view. Friday, I wore a short business skirt that hugged my ass and thighs. The skirt came to just an inch above my knees and had a two inch slit up the back. I could feel every fiber of his pants as, by this time, our contact seems to be constant. As I reached above sincan escort my head to hold the bar to steady myself, my skirt lifted even higher. Unfortunately, with so many people on the bus there were no other bars for me to hold on to except the one above my head. It was either hold on to the bar or fall into his lap. That probably would not be such a bad idea. . . When the bus gave a particularly strong jolt I thought that I felt a hand touch my right leg just above the knee. It seemed like an innocent gesture to steady me. Even though my breath quickened with the contact I did not think that it would be repeated. As we got closer to downtown the bus was stopping at almost every corner to pick up and drop off passengers. Even with people getting on and off the bus did not seem to be any less crowded. Another jolt and I felt the hand again. This time it lingered a little bit longer and a little bit higher. His hand, this time, was not on the outside of my knee, but on the inside. I knew the hand was from “tall, dark, and handsome” and the thrill of his touch was making my panties wet. Luckily there were so many people all around us that no one noticed him touching me. With the next jolt of the bus one hand reached up and touched my sex, which was practically dripping with my juices, while the other hand rested on my leg to steady me. Thank God for underwear! Otherwise I would have been dripping down my leg at this point. I was startled at the fact that he did not remove his hand this time, but began to massage my clit through my panties.