Travelling on the bus - Sex Stories

Travelling on the bus

... me closer to her. I put my left arm across in front of her holding the rail, which ran along the bus window and, dropping my right had I leaned on the wall of the bus so that my thigh was in contact with her and my right had was between us but not yet touching her. I could hear her breathing and, looking over her shoulder and downwards I could see right down her cleavage as her breasts heaved under the thin revealing silk. I could see one or two of the other passengers watching us covertly but I ignored them. I moved my hand on to the curve of her thigh just below the hip and pressed gently. Immediately I felt the strap of a suspender and I knew that she was wearing stockings. I slid the flat palm of my hand from her thigh to her ass and spread my fingers. The bus jolted and this had the effect of pushing her ass back a little into my hand. I spread my fingers wider and pressed more firmly against the springy flesh then closed my hand slightly and, making my intentions very obvious, squeezed her ass cheek firmly. I heard her exhale in a gasp and although her flush deepened she did not protest. I took this as carte blanche to proceed. I began to move my hand over her thinly covered ass with a proprietary air that she could not mistake. I outlined the edge of her panties and the suspenders straps leading from the lower edge of what felt like a very delicate garter belt. I let my hand drift lower following the garter strap down to the top of her right stocking. I squeezed her ...

... thigh just above the level of her stocking top, increasing steadily the extent of my fondling and still eliciting no protest. I had quickly realized that in spite of her initial air of confidence and her behaviour on previous days, my pretty victim was too embarrassed or shy to protest and that I could get away with almost anything. I moved my hand to the back of her thigh and caressed the full flesh, relishing its springiness through the nylon of her stocking. It is interesting how far one can go feeling up an embarrassed and unwillingly compliant girl on a crowded bus! I slid my hand up the back of her nylon-covered leg until I reached the bare flesh at the top of her stocking. She gasped again as I moved my hand further up under her short thin skirt back on to her ass but by this time my hand was up her skirt caressing her trim ass through the inadequate barrier of her delicate panties. I began to move my hand freely over her nylon-covered buttocks relishing the soft feel of the delicate material as it slid over her smooth flesh. As I squeezed and shaped the globes of her buttocks in my palm, I took my left hand from the rail across the window and slipped it round her under her armpit on to the smooth flesh of her bare midriff pulling her back against me. She gasped but compliantly moved as I directed her, almost like a doll. I took a firmer grip of her ass-cheek. The forefinger of my left hand flirted briefly with her navel-ring and gently exploring her belly button before ...