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By *heppy35 OP Man
over a year ago
manchester |
I’d been messaging Claire on fab for quite some time. She is older than me and although she has a taste for men younger than myself, we seemed to hit it off and have had months of sexy, flirty chat. We’d planned to meet many times, but despite her living really close by it never really worked out due to work shifts and busy lives.
Last week I got on my usual bus to work. The bus was packed and hot. I scanned my eyes around, watching all the dead eyed zombies all deep into Facebook, Twitter or whatever else was on their glowing phone screens. Suddenly, I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach as I realised Claire was right there in front of me, just a few rows back. We’d chatted online for so long that it was a real shock to see her in real life. She was stunning. Long light hair, sexy “secretary” type glasses, sexy curvy body, crisp tight white shirt and dark trousers. It was really surreal. Id lost count how many times I’d seen this sexy women naked in photos on fab and during our naughty chats but to see her in person was such a turn on. My eyes fell to her chest. Just the sight of the pattern of her black bra against the slightly see-through material of her shirt, showing off her perfect boobs was enough to feel my cock waking up. Should I pretend I hadn’t seen her, or should I say something? I opened up a message in my phone and started typing.
“Morning sexy. Up to much?”
My thumb hovered above the send button...fuck it...SEND.
As soon as she started to search for her phone in her bag, my cock hardened a little more. I felt a real sense of power. She had no idea I was so close and watching her. I watched as she typed back to me.
“Not much. Sat on a boiling hot bus on the way to work”
I couldn’t help myself...
“What are you wearing”?
I watched as a little smile appeared on her face and she clearly twisted her body so that the man next to her couldn’t see her phone.
“Stop it you”
“What”?
“You know what”!
“I’m just making conversation”
“Yeah right”
“ So what are you wearing”?
Claire paused. I could see by her face she was wondering if she should reply.
“White blouse, trousers. Nothing exciting”
“Underwear”?
“Yes I’m wearing underwear”
“What colour”?
“Stop it”!
“What colour”?
“Black bra, purple knickers”
“What no matching set lol”?
“No point...not as if anyone’s going to see”
“I bet you look sexy as fuck. I think you should snap me a secret selfie on the bus”
I watched as she smiled.
“I can’t I’m on a packed bus. I’m sat next to a random bloke”
“That’s why I said secret selfie. Go on dare you”
I watched as she contemplated the risk, switched to the camera on her phone then pretended to stretch and yawn reaching out with her arms before secretly pressing the shutter button. She pushed something on the phone and I waited in anticipation for the buzz of my own phone. As I felt it vibrate, I couldn’t believe how turned on it was making me. I opened up Clare’s message and up popped a smiling photo of her on the bus...just a few rows from where I was standing. I knew I couldn’t leave it there. I had to push it just a little further.
“You look great...trouble is I can’t see your amazing tits lol. Do one more but with a little cleavage”
The reply came almost immediately.
“Not a fucking chance. I’m on a bus. I’m not showing the bloke next to me and the rest of the bus my fucking tits”!
“I’m not asking you to whip them out and ask the bloke to take a photo for you....do it secretly....dare you”
She sat staring at her phone. Had I pushed it too far? I didn’t want to piss her off, but this voyeuristic power I had over her was too addictive. I sent her another message.
“Show me your sexy cleavage. I wanna think about your tits all day at work”
Still she sat there. She wasn’t going to play. I was just about to give up when Claire started to look around her. She scanned around to make sure nobody was watching. She looked almost directly at me. I whipped my head down and pretended to look at my phone. I was so close to getting caught. Slowly and secretly she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. Even from where I was standing I could just see the top of her large tits. She adjusted her shirt, pulling it down just enough to show a little cleavage, but not enough to get caught. Again Claire stretched, pushed out her arms and quickly snapped a photo. She looked around again, quickly buttoned up her shirt and pressed send. The buzz was almost immediate. I couldn’t wait to see. I lifted my bag to cover my phone from anyone peeking over my shoulder and opened the message. There was Claire’s sexy face looking back at me with just enough cleavage to tease me even more. I hadn’t noticed at the time but Claire was seductively biting her lip. I could feel my hard cock pushing to get out of my trousers. Whilst my phone was covered, I switched to camera and took a rather ungraceful photo of my bulge and messaged
“Fuck. Look what you did! You don’t know how much I want your amazing tits in my hands”
Claire opened up the msg, saw it was a photo and instinctively shuffled further into the corner of her seat so nobody could see. She blushed and I could see her take a deep breath in.
See started typing again.
“You are naughty. I’ve got to go to work now all turned on”
I had achieved what I wanted. I’d got her all hot and horny in the middle of a crowded bus and she couldn’t do anything about it.
“Are you wet”? I messaged.
“Maybe”??? she replied.
I wanted to push her further. I started typing.
“Imagine my hot tongue in your wet pussy right now. Imagine it flicking up and down against your clit. I wanna taste you”.
I pushed send and secretly watched for her reaction. She opened it up, bit her bottom lip and visibly squirmed in her seat. Seeing her turned on and powerless was turning me on so much.
My phone buzzed.
“You bastard. I’m horny as fuck now. I actually felt a little gush. You big fucking tease”
“Touch yourself. Just one little rub above your trousers. Do it right now and imagine my tongue still inside you, gently licking your soaking wet pussy”.
I never thought she’d actually do it, but sure enough she quickly adjusted the coat on her lap and put her hand below it. Watching from a distance as she gave herself a little rub in front of all those people, knowing that I was responsible for getting her so horny felt amazing. As good as our online relationship had been up until now I knew I needed to fuck her for real. With the slightest visible movement under Claire’s coat, she very subtly put her head back into her seat and closed her eyes - for just two seconds before opening her eyes and removing her hand.
“You are bad. You make me do bad things” she messaged me.
“You are just as bad as me and you know it”
“Maybe...but I’ve got to go to work now with wet knickers”
Time was almost up. I had one more card to play...
“I have one more request for you” I messaged.
“No way. You’ve had enough”
“Ahhhh just one more”?
“What”? She demanded.
I deliberately held off from replying. I let at least a minute pass.
My phone buzzed again. “What”?
I couldn’t resist any longer.
“Look up”
“Ehhhhh”!?
“Look up right now”
I could see the confusion on her face. Nervously Claire put her head up and glanced around her. She must have scanned around the bus three times before suddenly our eyes met and locked. I threw her a smile and watched the strange mix of shock, anger and enjoyment on her face. The penny had dropped.
She looked down and typed. My phone buzzed. It was a short message. “WANKER”!
I smiled back at her and nodded my head in sarcastic agreement. She tried to look angry, but she couldn’t help but give in to a little smile.
I had one more message to write. “I’ll see you tonight. 1730 bus”. I didn’t even look back at her for a response. I put the phone in my pocket turned and got off the bus just as the doors were shutting. I had no idea what she was thinking as I didn’t look back, but I imagine she was watching me out of the bus window striding off into the distance.
Now in hindsight I could have timed it a little better. I instantly realised I had got off the bus too early and now had a 2 mile walk to work, but I carried on walking regardless. Getting back on the bus would have slightly ruined my dramatic exit. What a dick head!
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