The Bus Ride

Her fingers caressed along my leg, sometimes gently squeezing. My hands were clenched together on top of my coat, I could see the knuckles turning white.

The hand was on top of my leg, I felt her grip my skirt and then it was sliding up my legs. Her hand went beneath the hem and she was pushing my legs apart before her hand was gliding between my thighs.

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For several months now I had been fixated by the woman on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour.

I had first noticed her smart business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around fifteen different suits, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous high heel shoes.

I knew she sometimes wore stockings because I saw the top of one when she was in the middle of rising from her seat and the bus gave a sudden lurch, she had been thrown back to the seat, a little untidily, and there was that glimpse.

Her bearing seemed to radiate disdain for her fellow travelers, or maybe, it was just total indifference.

I had studied her so closely, I couldn’t believe at times that she hadn’t been aware of my scrutiny, but she never showed any sign that she had. I was a fairly confident person, but I reckoned that she left me standing. At times she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unfair of me.


I guessed her to be, probably, eight to ten years older than my twenty. I envied her beauty, her sense of style, her bearing, well, everything really. To this point, I hadn’t had, not even the vaguest, sexual thought about her, it’s not what it was about, it was simply fascination.

Then came a day, when I was stood right next to her, with the bus filled to capacity. The first thing I became aware of, was her perfume, not powerful, just subtly beautiful and obviously very expensive. I wished I knew what it was.

Several times as the bus lurched, I was pushed against her, not much more than a touch, but enough to give me a false sense of intimacy with her. She, however, showed not the slightest sign of noticing that we had touched.

A few days later, I again found myself standing next to where she was seated. She was reading some brochure or other held in one hand, the other hand holding the side of the seat in front, steadying herself.

A rather large guy wanted to squeeze passed me, so I inched forward a little, but because, as usual, the bus was packed he pushed me further against her seat. Suddenly, I became aware that the front of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My natural reaction was to try and move back but I couldn’t, the guy squeezing by, was too big. I felt that my crotch was now pressed quite hard against her hand, and there was no immediate escape. Then the guy passed, and I could move away from her hand.

I glanced at her, but, as usual, there was no indication that she had even noticed that her hand was rubbing against my pussy. I, however, felt myself flush, the contact had been electric, and I realized that it had excited me. While part of me felt disgusted about being aroused, the erotic side of me felt much differently and I could feel my panties now sticking to my wet pussy.

The woman’s voice shook me from my excited thoughts, “Excuse me, would you mind, I need to get out,” a hand lightly touched my arm. It was her. I tried to make enough space for her, but it wasn’t really enough. Her arm pressed against my breasts as she maneuvered by; she seemed to take her time slipping by, and then she was gone.

My nipples tingled in response to the touch, I could feel them stiffening and I was embarrassed, feeling them clearly pressing against by blouse, visibly erect. I quickly sat in the now vacant seat, as I pulled my cardigan across my front. I self-consciously looked to see whether anyone else had been aware of my hard, visible nipples. No one appeared to be. But had I seen the woman glance back at me as she got to the front of the bus? There was now a definite tingle between my legs, I felt close to tears with embarrassment, and to be honest an erotic excitement.

Days passed with her invariably some distance from me. She showed not the slightest awareness of me. Until one day. I had taken a vacated seat. The driver was asking for people to “Move along the bus please”, and there she was, standing beside me, our positions reversed from the previous similar encounters.

On the same stretch of twisty road where I had to hang on, she had to do the same. Her backside bumped against my hand, then was gone. It was repeated once or twice more. I was staring at her ass, thinking what a beautiful shape it was. As I admired her body, she turned around, and exactly as had happened to me, someone wanted by.

My eyes were glued to my hand, strange thoughts going through my mind. Would she let her front touch me? I realized with a shock that it was what I was waiting for. Then it happened, again just a brief bump. Seconds later though, it was repeated but she seemed to press against my knuckles for longer. This happened several more times until the bus hit a bad bump, and I felt her crotch grinding on my hand.

I dragged my eyes away, trying to sneak a look at her face. She was looking toward the front of the bus. Then I watched as she reached for the ‘stop’ button. As she leaned forward to reach the button her legs spread apart. A let out a soft gasp as my hand went between her legs and against her panties. I could actually feel the heat. Then she was gone.

I found that day a struggle, my thoughts simply kept returning to the bus ride, how close her pussy had been to my hand, only separated by the material of her panties. Each time my thoughts dwelt on it, I would feel my face get hot; my panties were definitely getting wet, and I found myself pressing my fingers down between my legs.

Finally, I gave in to my lust. I rushed to the washroom, thankfully it was empty. I entered a stall and sat with my panties around my ankles. My fingers quickly found my pussy and I began to furiously rub my clit. I desperately wanted to come. I believe I had the quickest orgasm that I’ve ever had. While my body had needed the release, it didn’t take away the sexual tension within me.

My thoughts for this woman had now changed. I craved for her touch.

I sat in the stall for what seemed like ages with my eyes closed, dreaming of her body against mine, even of her undressing me and then touching me. All this time, I had been unconsciously playing with my clit again. I felt another orgasm building up, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to imagine it was her fucking me, and I reached my other hand under, to force my fingers up my pussy. I almost fell off the toilet seat, as I climaxed, it was a shattering orgasm this time, mind-blowingly intense.

Some days later I was waiting for the bus, I was now carrying my coat for the rain had cleared and it was now quite warm. When I got on the bus, I saw her standing further back in the bus but she didn’t look my way. There was a vacant window seat, I excused myself to the guy sat next to it and squeezed in.

It was a couple of stops later when he stood to leave. Suddenly, she was there sitting beside me. My heart skipped and I knew I was flushing deep red, I just couldn’t help it.

It was barely a moment later when I felt her hand press against the outside of my thigh. I went rigid with shock, I couldn’t move, even had I wanted to. Her hand was hidden by the coat laid over my lap.

Her eyes gazed looked around the bus as if everything were normal. But they weren’t! Her fingers caressed along my leg, sometimes gently squeezing. My hands were clenched together on top of my coat, I could see the knuckles turning white. Her hand was on top of my leg, I felt her hand slip under my skirt and slide up my legs. Her hand went beneath the hem of my panties, and she was pushing my legs apart. Her fingers found my pussy and began a gentle massage.

I heard her voice, just a whisper, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

I didn’t want to, but I croaked a soft sigh of, “Yes.”

Her hand then slipped inside my panties and her fingers worked up and down my slit. On the bus! And I didn’t want her to stop. She was rubbing hard at my clit, as I tried desperately to sit still in my seat. “Hurry, make me come; your stop is coming up.” A finger slipped inside me, and I felt the rush of an orgasm. “Oh, god, yes; I wanted this.” The woman withdrew her finger and looked me in the eyes as she sucked my juices. “Your pussy tastes very nice.”

I didn’t see the woman for a few days. I was waiting for the bus on a morning after a torrential rainstorm had ravaged the area. Roads were closed and I knew it would be a difficult trip into work. As I got on the bus, I spotted her. She motioned to an empty seat. It was the first time she had noticed me getting on the bus! My heart beat more quickly at being noticed and I also felt a familiar tingle coursing through me.

I took the seat she had pointed to and then stood next to me. She was in her customary business attire, but today her skirt was much shorter than her typical knee-length garb. She held her raincoat in front of her. She leaned over to me and whispered “Today, it’s my turn.” She reached for my hand and placed it on the armrest of the seat and then stood so that her legs straddled the armrest. “Now, fuck me” she whispered. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

As she settled into position, I found my hand pressing against her panties. Heat and wetness; I realized that she was serious. And I was delirious with erotic lust. I began to rub her pussy through the fabric of her panties and felt her hips moving back and forth to increase the pressure. I could feel my pussy beginning to ooze as I became increasingly aroused.

I could feel her hand now with mine. She pulled her panties to the side so that my fingers now were rubbing her pussy. “Inside me” she whispered. I slipped a finger and then a second inside her pussy and began to move them in and out. The bus began to bounce because of the damage caused by the storm. I realized that the bouncing was allowing me to finger-fuck the woman without either of us moving. The woman was swaying from side to side as we bounced along the road, with my fingers dancing inside her pussy. I looked up at her; her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip, most likely to stifle her moans. “Don’t stop” she hissed through her teeth.

I could feel her pussy muscles begin to spasm around my fingers as her come began to ooze down my fingers into my hand. I could feel her knees began to weaken as she grabbed the seat in front of her for support. I could hear her moans as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel her pull away and juice seeped out of her pussy, running down her thighs before she could rearrange her panties.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed over but she did give me a smile of satisfaction. And then she motioned a kiss.

“My stops coming in a minute, I won’t be able to do you, but I’m going to give you my card, will you ring me?”

“Yes, I will, as soon as I get to work.”

She took a card from a wallet she’d had in her suit jacket, “You will ring?”

“Yes, I promise.” I looked at the card and saw that her name was Ellen Davis, her job title astonished me, but then again, it did fit her image, she was Operations Director.

As she walked off the bus, I could see her come running down her stockings.


When I got to my work desk, I was the only one there. There are normally only three of us in my room. Of course, I thought, Beth was away on a course for a couple of days and Tim was on holiday. An ideal opportunity to phone Ellen right away. I waited nervously while the phone rang, then a strange voice answered, “Good morning, Ms Davis’ office, how may I help?”

Of course, I was thrown, I didn’t know what to answer as I hadn’t told Ellen my name. “Oh, er, she’s expecting a call from me, Eliza Peters.”

“Ah, are you her travelling companion?”

That was easy, “Yes, that’s me.”

Seconds later, a more familiar voice came on, “You called then, your name’s Eliza, my secretary tells me. I did hope you would, I was a little worried that I might have pushed you a little too quickly on the bus, did I?”

“No, you didn’t. I know I was nervous, but I’ve been dreaming about you for days.”

“And what do you dream about me, Eliza, please don’t be shy with me, I think we can say that we’ve passed that point, don’t you?”

But I did feel shy, I’ve never spoken to anyone about this sort of thing, and I really didn’t expect it to be a woman if I did. “I, well, I think about you touching me.”

“How do you mean, touching you, Eliza? And do you do anything about it when you think of me?”

“After you rubbed against my hand that day, I had a terrible day at work, I kept thinking of your front rubbing my hand and I got very hot and bothered, I had to go to the washroom.”

“Yes, that was a nice feeling your knuckles rubbing into my pussy. So come on, finish telling me what you did.”

“I was so wet and tingly, I had to go masturbate and while I did, I pretended it was you doing it to me.”

“And?” She asked.

“I had two orgasms in a few minutes. And then that day when you made me come I was finally so happy. I wanted you to keep going because I was so close again. If there had been one more stop I would have come again.”

“Did you masturbate when you got to your office?” “Oh, god, yes; and it was a good thing I had an extra pair of panties. Mine were soaked.”

“Do you want to know what I’m doing now, Eliza, just listening to your voice and your little story? I have my skirt pulled up and my panties are around my ankles, my fingers are in my pussy and I’m masturbating. Are you alone, can you join me?”

I hitched my skirt, then pushed the crotch of my soaking wet panties aside. My fingers went straight to my clit, “I’m playing with my clit now, Ellen, I do so love your name.”

“I wish that was me playing with you right now, Eliza, can I kiss your little clit for you?”

“Oh, yes please, I wish you would, and will you put some fingers inside my pussy and do me?” So, I pushed three fingers as deep as I could inside myself, “Ellen, you’ve got three fingers inside me now, it feels so nice.”

“Fuck! Eliza, I’m going to come, are you ready to come?” Her words shocked me, they didn’t fit her image at all.

I couldn’t answer properly, I was already there, my climax was building fast, “Ohhhhhh, I, oh shit!” I stammered as it hit me.

I could hear Ellen moaning and saying, “That’s it, come for me baby.”

I could hear our breathing beginning to return to normal.

“Eliza, can you get an afternoon off, or maybe an extended lunch break?”

“I’ll see what I can do and then ring you, is that okay?”

“Yes, I want to see you today, in fact, I must see you today. Do your best, my little lover. Thanks for making me cum by the way. Oh, and keep thinking about my pussy that’s waiting just for you.”

I could have swooned, I was over the moon, all my dreams were coming true. I couldn’t wait for lunch time to come around, the clock hands didn’t seem to move. My boss had been quite happy for me to take the afternoon off, there was nothing very much going on.

I rang Ellen’s work, the secretary said she was in a meeting but had been expecting me to call. She asked me what time I would be available and what my work address was, explaining that a car would pick me up out front. It seemed an afterthought when she asked what I liked to drink.

Wow! I thought, little me being picked up by a company car, that’ll give them something to talk about around the office.

My chauffeur driven car dropped me outside the facade of a huge building, the driver opened my door for me before I had time to do it myself, he pointed the main entrance, “The desk will be expecting you, Miss Peters.”

The elevator took me to the eleventh floor, I’d never been so high before. The door open to an incredibly expensive looking reception area, A smart older lady sat at a desk.

“You must be Eliza,” she said, “Ellen wasn’t wrong, you are very pretty,” she continued, giving me an appreciative look. There was a twinkle in her eye when I blushed. She beckoned me to follow her and led me into an office, the likes of which I’ve never seen.

A large antique desk dominated one corner of the room, various folders neatly stacked on it. The other half of the room had two massive brown leather sofas, a beautiful large glass low table between them. There were a few other pieces of furniture dotted about.

Two glasses and a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket were on the table, next to them was a tray of chocolates.

“Ellen asked me to apologize, she won’t be very long. Help yourself to some wine and make yourself comfortable, you won’t be disturbed by anyone.”

I poured myself a glass, it was absolutely delicious, never had I tasted anything like it, I bet it was expensive. I studied the label, I’d never heard of it, quickly I jotted it down in my notebook, ‘Pernand Vergelesses Premier Cru 2015’. I knew it was a Burgundy, it said so on the back, but other than that, it meant nothing, except I loved it.

I had only just sat on the sofa, when Ellen walked in, “Hello, Eliza, my love, sorry I kept you, something came up I needed to deal with, but now I’m free, there’ll be no calls for at least the next couple of hours. Oh, I see you have some wine, I hope you like it?”

“It’s incredible, you’re spoiling me, it must cost a fortune.”

“It’s what I have for special visitors and you’re certainly that,” Ellen told me. I knew I was blushing again; she seemed to make me do that a lot, but I did feel pleased.

She poured herself a glass then came and sat beside me, she chinked her glass to mine and said, “Here’s to us,” then she took a sip. She took my glass from me and placed them both on the table. Her hands took hold of my own, her knee touching mine, as she studied my face. “You’re beautiful you know, now, will you kiss me please?” As she pulled me towards her.

Now remember that I’ve never been kissed by a woman, I didn’t know what to expect and I felt extremely nervous, but I watched her lips as they came close to mine.

Her lips were so soft, so gentle as they feathered mine, I looked up at her eyes, she was still watching me. She whispered to me, “Let yourself go, my love, don’t be afraid, you want to love me, I can see it in your eyes, and I so want to love you.”

Then she kissed me properly, I felt myself sink into her arms. The kiss seemed to last forever, I was in heaven, at last, this woman was touching me, I never wanted the kiss to end. Her tongue teased my lips, I opened to her and her tongue came into my mouth, searching for my own, they danced together, round and round they twirled, I felt myself shiver, even though the room was warm.

She pressed me back, to lay on the sofa, as her hand cupped my breast. I heard myself moaning softly from deep in my throat as she caressed and squeezed my breast, I stroked along her arm to her hand and then pressed it harder to me.

“Ellen, please make love to me, I’ve been yearning for this moment, I’m not afraid anymore, tell me what to do, what you want.”

She broke from our kiss, pushing up a little, “I want to see you, may I?” As she reached for the buttons of my blouse. Slowly she undid them from the top first, she spread the blouse wider as she went, gradually exposing my bra. The thought crossed my mind, thank God I had one of my really pretty ones on today.

“Beautiful!” was all she said.

Then she pulled me up so she could pull my blouse off, “A front fastener, how convenient,” she said and snapped my bra apart. Her head dropped to my breasts, I felt her hot breath before her lips fastened around a nipple. It didn’t get bigger, it couldn’t, my nipples were both, already larger and harder than I had known before. Her tongue circled around and then I felt her teeth nip and pull, I gasped aloud, then I heard her say, “You like that, mmm, so do I.”

She came back up to kiss me, as I felt her hands at my waist, they were unfastening my skirt. She sat up and slid away from me, as her hands took hold of my skirt and panties at the same time, then she eased them down, with her eyes fastened on my body as more and more was uncovered. I lifted my hips to ease the way, then they were off. I lay still as her gaze feasted, she was smiling.

A hand came to caress my stomach, her fingers tracing in circles as she teased. “No hair,” I just heard her whisper.

Her face leaned down to my mound and her lips kissed, her fingers now very lightly tracing over the lips to my pussy, I could barely feel them, but it was enough to make me clench. Her lips followed her fingers down, “You smell divine, my love, I knew you would.”

Her tongue probed, and I jerked hard, as she then delved between my lips, it was bliss.

My hands were at my breasts and I tweaked and pulled on my nipples.

Fingers were now easing inside me, feeling me, caressing my inside, it was so gentle and loving. I almost shouted when her lips enfolded my clit. She had pulled one of my legs off the sofa and now knelt between my thighs. Her mouth continued to work at my clit, sucking, nibbling, and kissing.

I could feel my body responding, it was reaching for a climax. She felt my urgency, “Come for me baby, let it go.” I convulsed violently, my hips thrusting to meet her, then I was on a wave, the orgasm driving me wild, I could hear the strange noises I was making, I didn’t care, this woman was taking me somewhere I’d never been before.

She was stroking my face, gentle kisses on my lips, “Did you like that?”

I grabbed her face and pulled her lips hard to mine, and I kissed her harder than I knew I could. A kiss built of passion and the love I knew I felt for her. “Wow,” she said, “that was some kiss.”

She reached for our wine and passed me mine, I gulped a mouthful even though I knew it was wrong. I needed it.

“Will you undress for me now please, Ellen?”

She stood, pulling me up with her, “No, you undress me.”

I smiled and ran my hands over her, feeling her shape, her shoulder, the bulge of her breasts and her hips. I pressed a little between her legs as she spread them wider.

I unbuttoned her jacket, folding it carefully, to place on the table. Then I felt the outline of her breasts, squeezing through the material.

I leaned and kissed her throat, as my fingers worked on her blouse. then I was kissing the top of her breasts, I was now desperate to see them. I lost my will to go slowly and snatched her blouse off her shoulders to let it fall behind. She saw my need, so she reached behind to undo her bra, easing the straps from her shoulders until it fell away.

I gazed in awe at the beauty of her breasts, I hadn’t seen another woman’s before, I was dumbstruck, I just stared.

Finally, she reached and pulled my head to her, I opened my mouth to take a nipple between my lips, it felt so good, I could’ve sucked forever.

Her hands took hold of mine, guiding them to her skirt top, I found the button and then the zipper, and eased it down over her ass. I pushed the back of her skirt down as she gave a wiggle, then it was in a heap at her ankles.

She stepped out from it, then pulling me with her, she walked backwards to her desk. Her bum rested against it as she spread her legs wider.

Her hands guided my head to her stomach, I took the hint, planting kisses everywhere. My fingers lowered the top of her panties, my mouth following. I came to a tiny triangle of hair and I paused for my tongue to trickle through it.

My fingers were tracing up her stocking clad legs, to the suspenders that held them up. I hadn’t actually seen them on a person before, only pictures in fashion magazines, they felt erotic to me. I found her panties, then I had a shock, they were the crotchless type, this was even more erotic. I could see her lips pouting through the opening. I allowed my fingers to gently play with them.

My tongue dropped away from her bush and was at her pussy. My fingers opened her, my tongue diving in, the taste was wonderful. I had thought that I might not like it, but now I knew how wrong I’d been. I dipped, licked and sucked, getting as much of her as I could. I moved my tongue, seeking for her button, my fingers filling the space my tongue had left.

Her clit was larger than mine, not huge but quite visible, protruding from its hood. My lips went to it, first I kissed it, over and over, then allowed my tongue to tease at it.

I heard folders go flying to the floor as she lay back on the desk, her legs coming to my shoulders. “Eliza, for God’s sake, fuck me,”

I worked my fingers in and out of her, harder and faster, at the same time nibbling her clit between my teeth. My other hand found her ass, I had only intended for it to hold her, but somehow I felt her button.

“Yes, touch me there, finger my ass.”

I explored where I had never been before, I felt her pucker as I touched it, I pressed into it but it didn’t open to me. I realized it was dry and my finger needed lubricating, so I moistened it with juices her pussy; it was oozing wetness.

My finger went back to her ass and again I tried to enter her, this time, with just a little pressure I felt it give, my finger slid inside to be gripped tight. Encouraged, I pressed even harder, then my whole finger was disappearing into the heat of her depths, she ground her ass down forcing me even further, I began to slide it in and out, as she bucked in time with my fingering.

Her thighs were gripping my head, her fingers in my hair as she writhed against me, she was now moaning loudly.

“Eliza, I’m going to come, you’re making me come, harder now!” She held me tight, with her hands and legs as her whole body tensed before she convulsed to my efforts.

Her legs fell away, her hands pulling at my head to bring me up and over her body. I lay on top as she pulled me into a tight embrace, “My beautiful lover, my God I love you.”

Her words made my heart sing and I cried tears of joy, I had pleased this woman that I now realized I loved so deeply. She had said she loved me, I so hoped it was meant and not just said in the passion of the moment.

We returned to the sofa, her holding my hand. We drank more wine and she unwrapped a chocolate to press it between my lips. She was staring into my eyes.

She softly touched my cheek, ”I’ve desperately wanted a new love in my life. I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me for weeks, I’ve seen how you blush when I’ve brushed against you. I had begun to hope that I would find that love with you, I think I have. I would like you to be my girlfriend.”

I gave a dreadful girlish squeal, then let her take me into her arms.

She whispered in my ear, “Will you come home with me tonight? I don’t know your situation, in fact, I don’t know anything about you but I do know I that want to know everything there is. I want to make you happy.”

“Yes.”