Perfect Stranger - 01

Early morning 8 AM rush. Every morning is the same: get on a tightly-packed bus, relent to the ebb and flow of passengers swaying with the movement of the bus--jerk forward every time it stops and fall back every time it accelerates. No where to go for at least an hour.

I don't know about others but the whole ride leaves me extremely stimulated, what with all the rubbing one is put through. In the end, however, there is no release. In fact it's the opposite. I have to sit in front of a computer and crunch numbers.

The past few weeks, though, had me looking forward to this once-hellish ride. It started with the unmistakable feel of a hard dick against my ass. And instead of jerking away from it, I started grinding without even realizing I was doing it. When I did come to my senses and tried to pull away, he pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach and pulled my ass closer to his crotch, letting me know that he, too, took pleasure in our unexpected circumstance.

I never turned back to find out who it was, though. Neither did he try to see my face. We just let our hands roam free in the privacy of strangers packed tight all around us. The idea of remaining strangers added all the more fun to our experience.

That first day, his hand went under my buttoned shirt. Then his fingers went up, up, towards my breasts, grazing the underside with the barest of touches. As his hand familiarized itself with my body, I gyrated against his dick, keeping pace with his exploration, slow circles and gentle presses.

His other hand now came around as well, digging into my hips, as if he was restraining himself from moving in further.

I so desperately wanted him to know how wet I was, how soaked my panties were--so much so that I was afraid of leaving a wet spot on my grey pencil skirt. Not being able to go with the slow, torturous pace, I took hold of his hand and guided it to my waist band. He took the sign and slid his hand in, going straight for my crotch.

Instead of going into my panties, in a harsh gesture he cupped my vagina at the same time squeezing my boob. On instinct, I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. My thighs clenched hard against his grasp. His dick was even harder and wedged between my butt cheeks. While he was still getting accustomed, I moved my hips to rub my ass up and down his length. Then he, too, started rubbing my vagina over my panties. Slow, teasing strokes at first, with the press of his thumb against my clit.

He then pushed my panties aside. Still, he took his sweet little time, slowly rubbing his finger over my wetness. Spreading apart my lips, he dipped a finger inside. My heart rate shot up from the combination of intense pleasure I was receiving and the need of having to keep down any moans. Two fingers went it, rubbing against my walls, right at my sensitive spot. If we were in private, I'd be letting our ungodly shrieks.

He pinched my nipple, pulled my boob, generally abused it while rhythmically stroking against my g-spot and pressing circles against my clit.

My things clenched even harder, but despite the pressure, his hand didn't stop moving. Sometime along the way, I had stopped grinding against his crotch. But he didn't let that stop him. He continued stroking me, pleasing me, giving me what I desperately needed. And when I was so very close, my thighs began shaking and the intensity only increased until I finally finished, unwinding against his body. Throughout the orgasm, he didn't stop rubbing my clit. He kept going even after I had finished, even when I couldn't take anymore of the blissful pressure on the sensitive part now. That was when I realized, he had continued stroking himself against my ass at some point.

He finally stopped rubbing my clit and instead used his hand to shove me closer to himself. A small grunt and a harsh exhale against my neck. He finished too.

The announcement that my stop was next took me out of the sex-addled daze. Without looking back, I exited the bus when the doors hissed open.

I didn't need to confirm that we'd find each other again the next day, and that was how my morning commutes changed for the better.