Bus ride - Sex Stories

Bus ride

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Next, day, he waved as I got on the bus, and I joined him as before without really think about it. We became regular seatmates he and I, down the back, just past church lady. As time passed, we eventually go to know a lot about each other. He was a grandpa who'd lost his wife years before. He was rich, but had had a crash in his car and lost his driving nerve. We talked family and college courses and careers. His advice was amazing, and he had incredible contacts in the world in which I wanted to eventually find myself.

One Monday, I got on the bus, and when I saw the rear seat empty, felt my heart sink. I realized it was because I was worried something had happened to him, but also I'd grown to enjoy our conversations. And had begun to enjoy not driving. Church lady gave me a curiously worried smile as I passed, and I reciprocated. The next day, everything returned to normal, and my heart sang when I spotted old guy in his usual place.

Turned out, it had been his wife's anniversary, and he hadn't felt up to it. I put my hand on his by way of consolation and felt an electric thrill pass through my body. He must have felt something too because he jerked his hand away, apologized and then held his hand out. I took it and we held hands for the rest of the trip.

Over time, we became what I guess you would call intimate. Not in that way! We'd talk about our feelings and our problems. We'd listen to each other. We'd sit a lot closer to each other too, sometimes ...

... thigh against thigh, shoulder to shoulder, heads almost touching as we'd chat away.

One day, old man seemed quite distant when I sat beside him and shifted up against him. He was quiet and no amount of prattle from me would take him out of his shell. Eventually, he came clean. He'd been diagnosed with cancer. The kind that may or may not end his life. I was devastated for him. We cried openly together, and I held his hand tightly. I kissed him on the cheek when I got off the bus that day.

All that night I tried to think if there was anything I could do for him. I spent the night restlessly tossing and turning, and by morning had devised a plan of action. I woke early and dressed the way I had the time leery creep had been on the bus. Only now, I hiked the skirt a little higher, and didn't wear my bra or panties. I could see heads turn as I walked along the aisle on the bus, and church lady couldn't keep her mouth from gathering flies. I pushed past old man in the back seat and sat down beside him.

"My dear, what are you wearing?" He asked quietly when I cozied right up against him. I let my hand rest on his upper thigh. I felt him flinch at the touch.

"I wore it for you." I said quietly. "I sat awake all last night trying to think of something I could do for you."

"Oh, there's nothing you can do." He said, almost cheerily.

"There is." I responded, still quietly, letting my hand slide further up his thigh, grazing his penis through the material. I felt it ...