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I knew she blonde sometimes wore stockings because I saw the top of one when she was in the middle of rising from her seat and the bus gave a sudden lurch, she had been thrown back to the seat, a little untidily, and there was that glimpse. Her bearing seemed to radiate disdain for her fellow travellers, or maybe, it was just total indifference. I had studied her so closely, I couldn’t believe at times that she hadn’t been aware of my scrutiny, but she never showed any sign that she had. I guessed her to be, probably, eight to ten years older than my twenty. I was a fairly confident person, but I reckoned that she left me standing. At times she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unfair of me. I envied her beauty, her sense of style, her bearing, well, everything really. To this point, I hadn’t had, not even doggystyle the vaguest, sexual thought about her, it’s not what it was about, it was simply fascination. Then came a day, when I was stood right next to her, with the bus filled to capacity. The first thing I became aware of, was her perfume, not powerful, just subtly beautiful and obviously very expensive. I wished I knew what it was. Several times, I was pushed against her, not much more than a touch, but enough to give me a false sense of intimacy with her. She, however, showed not the slightest sign of noticing. A few days later, I found myself stood next to where she Hardcore was seated. She was reading some brochure or other held in masturbation one hand, the other hand holding the side of the seat in front, steadying herself. A rather large guy wanted to squeeze passed me, so I inched forward a little but still, he pushed me further, the bus was as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became aware that the front of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My natural reaction was to try and move back but I found that I couldn’t, the guy doing the squeezing by, was simply too big. I fact, my crotch was now pressed quite hard to the hand, with no immediate escape. Then he was passed and I could move away from the touch. I glanced at her, but just, as usual, there was no indication that she’d even noticed. I, however, felt myself flush, the contact had been electric and I realised that it had excited me. I felt disgusted with myself for such feelings. The woman’s voice, shook me from my thoughts, “Excuse me, would you mind, I need to get out,” a hand lightly touched my arm. It was her. I tried to make enough space for her as I could but it hadn’t really been enough, her arm was pressing on my breasts as she manoeuvred by, then she was gone. My nipples tingled in response to the touch, I could feel them stiffening and I was horrified, feeling them clearly pressing at my front. I quickly sat in the now vacant seat, as I pulled my cardigan across my front. I self consciously looked to see whether anyone else had been aware of my frontal display. No one blowjob was, but had I seen the woman glance back at me as she got to the front of the bus? There was now a definite tingle between my legs, I felt close to tears with embarrassment. Further journeys followed with her invariably some distance from me. She showed not the slightest awareness of me. Until one day, I had taken a vacated seat. The driver had shouted for people to, “Move along the bus please”, as they do, and there she was, stood beside me, our positions reversed from the previous similar encounter. On the same stretch of twisty road where she’d had to hang on, I had to do the same. Her backside bumped against my hand, then was gone. It was repeated once or twice more. I was staring at her ass, thinking what a beautiful shape it was. As I looked, her body turned around, and exactly as had happened to me, someone wanted by. My eyes were glued to my hand, strange thoughts going through my mind. Would her front touch me? I realised with a shock that it was what I was waiting for. “Very pretty.” She tried her best to ignore what should’ve actually been happening right at this moment. I loved the feelings of sex and cuming but never had the masturbation real thing though I dreamed about it a lot. I feel warm, there are butterflies in my tummy. doggystyle “Everyone, your attention.” She sat on the other side of the table, but was blowjob looking down on its surface, evidently trying to determine what I was about from my reflection Hardcore in its polished surface, while being on guard to make a quick escape in case I made blonde a move to assault her again. She looked so cute, her body trembling. Clothing next, a couple pair of white cotton undies, several g strings, pants and shirts. A boy with no home. I could see them standing through the frosted glass set in the front door.