I love my girlfriend, and I would never cheat on her, but it's nice to know I could;
There is a woman I see on the bus now and then that I find strangely attractive. She is a big girl, but I'm a big guy, so that's not much of a surprise. She wears too much makeup, does her hair up in a tight bun, and typical attire for her would be something like a polka dot knee length dress with a pink sweater. Very conservative, like a girl from a movie set in the 50's. I find this strangely arousing, and have spent a few bus rides letting my mind wander down some interesting roads that usually end with me tied to a bed. She has noticed me staring at her a few times too, I don't care, I'm a pervert, it's what I do.
Tonight I was lucky enough to get a seat on the last bus of my evening commute. I was about halfway down the aisle, and when she got on and looked around for a seat, I was amused by the 'annoyed princess' expression on her face when she realized she would have to stand. I decided to be a gentleman and stood up and offered her my seat, she declined with a barely noticeable shake of her head, and I sat back down again.
The bus got quite full, and I was sitting with my hand up and to my right gripping one of the poles. As a couple of people squeezed by her, her ample bosom pressed against my hand. I almost jerked my hand away, but the soft fabric of her sweater was nice, and I decided to enjoy the cheap thrills. She didn't seem to notice that my hand was making a dent in her boob, she just looked out the window with an annoyed expression on her face. The bus rolled for a few stops, and I was waiting for an opportunity to remove my hand without disturbing her, but she kept her chest pressed against my hand, even when the crowd thinned a bit. Then I noticed the nipple.
A nice little raisin was rubbing against my hand as the bus lurched from stop to stop. She avoided eye contact when I glanced at her, but even when the bus ride was smooth, I could feel her hard nipple rubbing back and forth on my hand because she was swaying back and forth just the tinyest bit. I was getting wood, major wood.
I was annoyed when a new group of people got on the bus, and she moved away from my hand. But instead of moving to the back of the bus, she stopped right beside my head, and when someone pushed by her she leaned forward far enough that her tit pushed right up against the side of my head. I could feel her nipple right above my right temple, and for a second I could smell her. Baby powder, rose, and lavender, oooggghhhhh.
She stood with her boobs a few inches from my face for a couple more stops, the old Punjabi security guard I talk to sometimes had noticed, and was smiling through his beard at me. I was liking this game, the whole idea that she was expressing attraction and flirting with me in such a subtle way was a total turn on.
When we came to her stop, and she turned to leave, she finally made eye contact with me. And there it was, that look I have always found equally exciting and terrifying, that look that says "come on pilgrim, we are going to fuck, I am horny and I don't even want to know your name, so get your wood in order, and lets screw". I just gave her the same little shake of the head she gave me when I offered her my seat, and she left. Sorry for the crappy ending, I am one of those romantic fools that believes in being true to his woman. It will leave a lasting memory though, and I think a soft pink sweater, and some old style flowery perfume might find their way into our bedroom soon.
"damn I'm horny, and I already fapped once"