Very Strange Bus Encounter....
story by Melissa
I'm dreading the day that I even accepted this new job of mine. Working Saturday's
just doesn't agree with me. The alarm clock went off early yesterday morning,
and I just couldn't seem to get myself up out of bed. I promised myself that I
would go in earlier than usual.... mainly to catch up on some of the work that
didn't seem to get done during the week. What makes matters worse, is now it's
starting to get much colder out, especially during the morning hours. After lying
down for about twenty five more minutes, which honestly felt more like two, I
finally got myself out of bed.
I needed coffee, desperately, so after setting
the machine, I walked over to my dresser drawer and started getting my under garments
ready. After turning on the shower, I practically slept walked my way back over
into the kitchen. The coffee really hit the spot, it immediately warmed me up.
I was honestly not looking forward to heading into the city today, as waiting
for the bus, especially on the weekend, is an absolute joke. They never run on
time, and they only run one every hour. Not to mention, you would think that it
being so early on a Saturday morning the buses would be empty, heh, let me assure
you, they're not. It's now about 6:00 am, and my blow-dryer is so hot, its freaking
burning my hand. It takes me about thirty minutes just to do my hair alone...
and after looking over at the clock up on the wall, I quickly realized that I
was running a little late.
I have a particular set of clothing that I've
set aside for Saturday's, it's not 'that' corporate, as there's really nobody
to impress on a Saturday, but nevertheless, it is still business oriented. A matching
grey w/white pinstripe jacket and skirt, white blouse, beige nylons and white
heels. Although nobody can see them, I also threw on a set of matching laced panties,
bra and slip. They make me feel in control, it's a girl thing fella's....
After
checking the news in regards to the weather, it was definitely a little too cold
to be wearing just my business jacket. I quickly made my way over to my walk in
closet, and pulled out my black suade overcoat that I haven't worn since last
March. It still had a light scent of one of my perfumes that I haven't worn in
quite awhile. Needless to say, I quickly threw it on, checked then locked everything
up, and made my way over towards the bus stop. Talk about running a little late,
as just as I got a mere thirty feet from the stop, the bus was just about pulling
away. Luckily some woman seen me both running and waving my hand, and driver graciously
stopped at her request.
Thank God it was practically empty, as I found
a seat right in the middle for myself. This really worked out, as I didn't have
the chance to put my make-up on in the house, and what better place to finish
up. For those of you who are unfamiliar with these types of buses, running from
state to state that is.... oh yes, did I even mention, my commute takes almost
an hour and a half, one way? Anyway, the buses have forty eight seats total. Twenty
four on the right, twenty four on the left (all facing forward), and an isle that
runs right in between them. Each seat has it's own heating/ac vent up on top,
along with individual reading lights, and after I set the heater on low, and the
light on high, I then pulled out the make-up kit from my purse. I knew it was
only a matter of time before the bus started getting full, as my stop is exactly
three stops from the final one in my area.... then it's straight to the city non-stop
from there. We just passed the first stop, and strangely, nobody was there waiting.
I'm sure it's because of the holiday weekend, I mean, I'm probably the only person
in the world going to work this early, this particular day. Just about finished
with my make-up, we then started pulling up to the next stop. There were in fact
people waiting this time, but not many though, thank God. There were almost thirty
plus seats still available, and you know what that means, a nice, quiet ride into
the city.... After warming up from the heater, I adjusted the seat into a semi-reclining
position, and closed my eyes. Even with my eyes closed, I soon felt the bus starting
to make it's final stop in my area. I told myself that if there wasn't anyone
waiting during the prior two stops, I doubt that anyone would be waiting here
either. Unfortunately though, I felt the bus come to a full stop, which means
there are definitely people waiting to get on. I lucked out again though, as there
were only three people getting on. An elderly couple, and some guy. Looking forward
to a nice relaxing ride, I again closed my eyes, and settled myself into the seat....
The
bus then departed for the city, and as I started to drift away into a very deep
sleep... I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder, with a voice saying, "umm,
excuse me Miss, do you mind if I get in". Now, I purposely chose the seat
closer to the isle, specifically to avoid people sitting next to me. Not to mention,
there were over thirty seats still available. I looked at him with my eyes halfway
closed as if he had to be kidding me, but I didn't argue. I just let out a big
sigh, while he made his way past me. Now, I know that there are a lot of you out
there thinking to yourselves, 'why didn't you just get up and move to another
seat', well, the truth of the matter, I did 'think' this. I just didn't want to
embarass him by getting up and moving away. That would bother me if someone did
that, to me. Not really feeling bothered by it, as I wasn't going to let this
ruin my commute. Also, those of you who know me by now, know that I'm not a fool....
I honestly knew why this guy wanted to sit next to me. I mean, out of all seats,
he goes out of his way to sit next to mine. I was curious though, and glanced
over at his left hand. Sure enough, he's married. What is it with you married
guys, eh? At least he wasn't 'too' obvious though, as when I'd turn my head, pretending
to be looking ot the window (mind you, it's still pretty dark out), he'd quickly
turn his head away. You know, this would honestly annoy most women. It did annoy
me, don't get me wrong, but I was annoyed in a manner of laughing to myself about
it. So long as he didn't get touchy feely with me, I didn't mind him staring....
We're
about forty minutes into the commute, and the bus was more quiet than ever. Despite
not having the seat all to myself, I was still very relaxed. The sun was now 'starting'
to break, but it was still very dark though, especially when you factor in what
dark tint these buses have. I had my eyes closed pretty much the last thirty minutes,
and the guy next to me must of assumed that I was asleep... because within seconds
I felt the seat move, then heard the reading lamp being switched off. I figured
he was tired, and with the sun making it's way up in about another twenty five
minutes, there was really no need for such a light anyway. Thinking to myself,
"my goodness, I only have about forty five minutes left til we get to the
city'. I needed rest, as I only had about four hours the night prior. The guy
next to me had been constantly moving around ever since he shut the light. It
was starting to piss me off, because I was trying to fall asleep. I again let
out a big sigh, then immediately felt him become still. Success, now maybe I can
get some sleep. My eyes were getting heavier and heavier with every passing mile,
and before I knew it, I was in a deep sleep. I was so very tired, I actually had
a dream that we arrived to the city...
I opened my eyes, and soon realized
that we were still on the highway. Something was a little different though, I
felt very chilly. I glanced down towards my legs and seen that my overcoat somehow
slid it's way off. I looked over at the guy hoping he didn't see, and his eyes
were definitely closed, facing out the window no less. I simply reached down for
my overcoat, and pulled it back up over my legs. I was now up. I didn't feel the
need to go back to sleep, because we were now only minutes from the tunnel. I
let out a slight yawn, then reached down into my purse for some gum. My purse
had somehow made it's way between me and the guy, probably while I was asleep,
and as I lifted up my purse to place it back onto my lap... I immediately seen
this guy's hand having been nestled firmly underneath it. These seats are not
that far apart either, only inches seperate them. I sarcastically smiled to myself,
while nodding my head "no".... Two can play at that game. I decided
to close my eyes again, and pretended to be falling back into a very deep sleep.
Of course, it was still a little too early to expect even a budge from this guy.
I decided to help him out a little bit, just to see if I was right, and started
to snore just loud enough so only he can hear. I waited and waited, thinking "it
might be all in my head, maybe he didn't realize his hand was there"....
when suddenly, I felt something lightly brush against my body. I honestly almost
jumped up out of my seat, it caught me off guard. Luckily, I somehow managed to
stay put. After about another minute, I then felt this guys fingers gently tugging
on my overcoat. The bus was in the midst of making a wide right turn, and as it
did... the right side of my overcoat slid right off of my leg. We were now making
our way into the tunnel, and I've still been pretending as if I were asleep. Once
we got into the tunnel, it got completely (and I mean completely) dark. The light
was now gone... and only the lights from the bus' dashboard were prevalent. I
kept myself as still as a statue. No longer being able to even see this guy, I
started anticipating his next move might be. I was scared to tell you the truth,
as I've been through this before, and really didn't want to encourage something
bad. Lying there facing the ceiling, yet seeing only the blackness of the night,
I reached down for my overcoat and slowly pulled it back over my leg.... with
it immediately being brought right back down again. I thought to myself, "this
is not happening, again", and as I grabbed my stuff to make my way over to
the very next seat...
I suddenly felt his hand firmly being placed on my
exposed inner thigh. Frightened, I found myself not being able to move. I was
afraid to budge. I had no idea who this guy was, nor what he would do if I struggled.
We were just ten minutes from exiting the tunnel, so I convinced myself that it
would all be over soon. I felt the seats motioning back and forth, and despite
not being able to make out what he was doing with his other hand, from the sound
of his breathing, it became plainly obvious.... I sat there in disgust, as he
caressed my nylon leg, while feverishly stroking his cock. Desperate, I reached
up for the reading lamp... but soon found him stopping me, and dragging me even
lower into my seat. In absolute shock, he actually mounted himself on top of me,
then reclined my seat all the way down. Within seconds, he opened up my overcoat,
then raised my skirt up all the way to my waist. I begged him, "please don't",
but he didn't hear me. I didn't want this to happen, and I didn't like the feeling
it was giving me. I had no control, when suddenly, he brought my right foot up
towards his face, and feverishly removed my heel. I knew he didn't have much time,
and as I lyed there watching him take in the scent of the reinforced nylon over
my toes, the tunnel had soon started to show the light of day....
Desperate,
he looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then brought his face down quickly
by my crotch. He started sucking on my pussy lips right through the nylon of my
pantyhose, and as much as I wanted him to stop, I immediately felt my heart start
to flutter with excitement. In an attempt to get him off of me, I shamefully brought
his face up towards mine and whispered in his ear, "oh baby, fuck me",
as he fingered me right through the nylon. I teased in a lusting way, "oh
you bad bad boy, I'm telling you're wife"... as I desperately tried keeping
myself from having an orgasm. Suddenly, I came all over myself, as the bus made
it's way into the depot. I forcefully made my way out from under his body weight,
then grabbed my stuff, and never looked back. I don't know how much more of this
shit I can take fella's, sigh....
Story posted by Melissa
on Thursday, January 31, 2008 @ 23:00:00 PST
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