yes its long but have a read and let me know what you think. :)

After paying my fair I make my way to the back of the bus. Its been a long day and knowing that my stop was the last, I don't want to be sitting where people will be coming and going all evening. As the bus makes it way along the route, the monotonous stop start of the journey begins to take its toll and I rest my head against the window. Looking at the world outside, but not seeing it. As the bus slows for the next stop, my attention suddenly focusses. Scanning the throng of faces waiting to board I catch a glimpse of a woman. She appears to also be on her way home from work. Her glossy brunette hair trailing down her back I cant see her face. But what really catches my eye is her breasts. Straining against her white buttoned up blouse, I can see even from here that she isn't wearing a bra. A singlet underneath maybe to fill out the colour of the blouse, but no bra. I cant take my eyes off her as she makes her way aboard. As she pays her fair and makes her way down the aisle, searching for a seat, I see her face for the first time. Made up for work, her brown eyes tempting a smile to my lips. Her mascara adding to the effect. Her red lipstick only a shade darker than what I imagine her natural lip colour to be. I can see now, that underneath her blouse is indeed a white tank top. A black knee length skirt and heels completes the outfit. Showing off her athletic calves as she strides down the aisle. I catch my breath as she finds her seat next to me at the back of the bus. We politely smile an acknowledgement to each other as she sits, although im acutely aware of the fact that she must have caught me perving as she made her way along. As the bus pulls out the scent of her intoxicating perfume fills my nostrils and I have to shift in my seat as I can feel my groin beginning to tighten.

"You look like your day was worse than mine..." Her voice cutting into my day dream as i laid my head back on the bus window.

"Just long, my stop is the last, may as well get comfy" and with that we began to idly make small talk. passing the time on our journey. As we talk all i can focus on is her lips. Imagining my cock sliding between them. her tongue massaging the head of my penis to a sudden climax.

"... and that's why i'm catching the bus." the conversation breaks my fantasy

"sorry? i missed that last bit. got slightly distracted"

"My car broke down last week and my husband is away for the month. That's why im on the bus"

"Oh, must be hard. I just like the bus, gives me a chance to think."

"The hardest part is that he's away. I haven't had sex in 3 weeks" she says with a laugh. caught completely off guard, the look on my face betrays my pleasure that the conversation has turned this way

"That's a little personal. I'm a stranger after all"

"Who better to tell than a stranger? you don't know me, or him..." we both laughed at the notion and quietly went back to our thoughts as the bus continued to empty. Suddenly i became aware of her hand on my leg. Still looking out the window i pretend i haven't noticed. But i slowly rubs my thigh, before gliding towards my crotch. Still ignoring the hand my eyes fixed on the world outside, the pressure on my groin was unmistakable. as my cock began to harden under the pressure of her hand she slid it back a little. I imagined she was watching my cock grow. My work slack no hope of containing my now fully engorged cock. Slowly her hand makes its way back to the fly of my pants, and without any hesitation is inside. her touch on my shaft electric. my eyes still glued to the outside world as she slowly begins to stroke my shaft. A steady pace that almost without noticing gets faster. My mind races with images as the stranger next to me strokes my cock, every so often slowing so that she can cup my balls and gently massage them. Working them. I turn my head to see her hand slipped under her skirt. She has her eyes closed, working my cock still faster while apparently working her pussy. Then as i watch her she gives a little shudder, her eyes open and she smiles, the smell of orgasm overpowers her perfume and with a smile she leans over. Just as i had been imagining at the beginning of the bus ride, she takes my throbbing cock between her lips. Her tongue working my shaft as she sucks my dick. one hand massaging my balls all the time. I put my hand on her head, running my fingers through her hair to let her know im about to come. My hips thrusting involuntarily. She forces her mouth deep onto my cock and fill it with cum. Her head moving with my thrust as she drinks down my load I sit back, breathless. As she brings herself back up, she straightens her skirt.

"That is what happens when my husband is away" she says laughing, blushing with embarrassment." Oh, and i timed that perfectly, this is my stop. I'll see you tomorrow" with that she stands up and makes her way for the door. The sway of her ass keeping my attention the whole way.

As she departs i lay my head back on the window of the bus, thinking of tomorrows encounter...