Travelling on the bus - Sex Stories

Travelling on the bus

... cones in the delicate material and her blouse was unbuttoned to show a deep cleavage. The blouse was essentially just a top as it was drawn tight under her breasts leaving her midriff bare. I noticed that her navel was pierced with a rather large gold ring. She was wearing a tight short red mini-skirt at least five inches above her trim knees made even more revealing by a slit up the side. She had on sheer dark unpatterned stockings (or pantyhose I wondered - I was going to find out soon) and red leather pumps with four-inch spike heels and small buckles. She was wearing very simple jewellery, small earrings and a silver medallion on a thin chain around her slender neck, which appeared to be inscribed, although at the distance I was I could not read the inscription. Her hair was carefully brushed and drawn back into a ponytail with her fringe neatly combed. Her make-up today was rather heavier than she sometimes wore, exaggerating her eyes and with a rather dark lipstick. She was wearing an unbuttoned black trench coat loosely over her shoulders. She looked delicious and excited immediate interest in the male passengers. All the seats were taken and she went to stand at the back of the bus near the door on the pavement side of the bus. She slipped off her coat, folded it and put it at her feet. I had noticed with some interest than on her more 'slutty' days she tended to stand at the back where she was more likely to receive attention but on the days when she was dressed ...

... more conservatively she would sit and read a magazine. I noticed one or two men begin to slowly gravitate towards her but today they were out of luck. I left my seat and moved decisively through the crowded standing space until I was beside the girl. I put my hand on the rail beside her shoulder, effectively pinning her in the corner by the door, putting her at my complete disposal and preventing the attentions of any other passengers being realized. She glanced quickly into my eyes, bit her lip, flushed and turned half away from me so that she was looking out of the window. I noticed with no little surprise but with a lot of pleasure the shadow of uncertainty in her eyes. This girl was not nearly as confident as she tried to appear. The bus drew up at another stop and many more people boarded. As all the seats were taken the new passengers pressed into the standing area where we were and it began to become really congested. I was pressed more closely against my pretty target, trapping her in the corner. She was a tall girl, only an inch or two shorter than I am and she glanced quickly again at my face before looking out of the window. Her cheeks were still stained by a pretty flush and her freckles became rather more prominent in her embarrassment and anxiety. I quickly caught on to the fact that this was a girl who was confident when she felt in control but could easily be pushed off balance - then uncertainty and anxiety took over. Random movements in the crowded space pushed ...