Perfect Stranger - 02

The next day, I remember waking up earlier than usual, filled with anticipation. Would I meet him again in the bus? Would he do more than just tantalize me with his fingers? What about him? Could he be looking forward to our meeting too?

All night I had kept dreaming about those fingers lazily sliding over my wet lips, spreading them apart, going in and out. Pressurized circles over my clit. In my imagination he was biting the spot between my neck and shoulders, licking it, kissing it. Unsurprisingly, I woke up rather wet and needing to release myself before getting on that bus to heaven.

I didn't even need lube with how drenched I already was. I went straight for the large dildo in my nightstand, turned on the heat setting and thrust it in one go. Unlike on the bus, I didn't need to restrain myself from moaning this time. Closing my eyes, I imagined my perfect stranger behind me as I was bent over with one knee resting on a bus seat. He had restrained my hands behind my back. His fingers dug into my things, keeping my legs apart. With each thrust of my dildo, I fantasized him pounding hard from behind. Anyone outside the bus could see my breasts bobbing with each thrust. And in the reflection of the window, the stranger's face was hazy. At the thought of not knowing who this person was, my vagina clenched against the dildo. I was close, so very close. I dragged the tip of the heated dildo against my inner walls a few more times in rhythmic strokes. With a small shriek, I came once. I continued the strokes, relentlessly pressing the tip against my g-spot. I kept going, wanting more. The stranger didn't let go either and pounded harsher in my imagination. His grunts and my moans forming a melody of our own. Each subsequent pound got even harsher, claps of our contact getting louder too. I squeezed my boob as I imagined his rough hand doing the job. With his other hand, he yanked my hair back and at the same time thrust all his length into me.

Finally, I came yet again, taking the heat from the dildo as the stranger's cum, dripping all over my pussy.

I laid there a while, doused in ecstasy before finally leaving the bed to get ready for work.

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The second day I was destined to meet the stranger, I went well prepared. In my work bag, tucked away in a pouch beside my laptop, I had a pair of fresh underwear and a skirt--just in case there was an accident. Folks are too prudish to let a girl enjoy her commute without judgment.

The same shove and push that once excited me didn't cut it anymore. I longed for another kind of touch--now that I knew it was possible--something more intimate, more thrilling.

Right around the stop where the stranger, rather his dick, had bumped into me, there was nothing today. Just a middle-aged man with his back to me. Still, I peeked around to get a look at his fingers. To my disappointment, those weren't the fingers that had teased and played with my pussy the day prior.

Few more stops went by with no sign of my stranger. I started believing whether it was all in my head and whether I had rubbed one of in a daze.

Where the hell was he?

A few stops before where I needed to get off was when I finally felt his touch against my ass. His hand gently pressed against my butt cheek and waited for a few seconds, perhaps to see how I would react. When I arched into his touch, he squeezed tight my ass.

Good thing I packed an extra pair of panties... I was drenched down there. Would he be pleased to find that soon?

He enveloped me slowly, his body shielding our act from other passengers--not that it was needed since no one could see past each other's shoulders the way we were all packed like sardines. His other hand wrapped around my waist, going down to my crotch over my slacks.

I didn't have to wonder; I knew my pants were now wet too.

With his whole hand he rubbed my crotch. I bit my lip to fight down a moan.

After a few strokes he took his hand away, leaving me desperate and famished for his touch. A few moments later, he slid his hand back to get inside my pants, then my panties. There was something else... it wasn't just his finger that I felt. He held something. My heart raced at the thought what it could be and how he'd used it one me.

Now that I was sufficiently wet, he parted my lips and slid the thing back and forth over my wetness. He then inserted the cylindrical object into my vagina. I clenched on it on instinct and this time, I could help but let out a small moan. I jerked up to find if anyone heard me--without looking behind me--and thankfully everyone around had headphones on.

Sometime during my panic, the stranger had left the thing inside and had freed me of his hold.

The announcement for my stop came and I couldn't help but feel utterly disappointed. Was that it? Did we not have enough time to play with each other? Should I even get off at my stop?

Relenting to the need to get to work, I stepped off the bus. A few steps in, I stumbled a little at the sudden vibrations from what was now inside my vagina. I let out a soft exhale and stood still to take in all the sensations, to let myself this reprieve after not having a happy ending during my ride. But the vibrations stopped as abruptly as they had started. I let out a curse not caring if anyone heard me and stomped towards the building entrance, already planning to toss the thing in the garbage the first chance I got.

That was when the vibrations began again. And that was also when I realized my perfect stranger's game: he wanted to go about my day as usual.

With a sly smile, I ambled to the door, the vibrations getting more and more intense.

He must be nearby, must know who I was by now. But I'm in no need to find out who this angel of a man was.

The vibrations became unbearable by the time I got to the elevator. He must've know I was close, getting oh so close to cumming with some of my coworkers around me, for he stopped the vibrator. I bit my lip in frustration and got on the elevator.

By the time I reached my desk and sat down, the vibrations began again. I gyrated in my seat to get the vibrator into a better angle and went about starting my work computer.

I had multiple orgasms that day, sometimes one after another. Sometimes when I was mere inches from my coworkers. And sometimes even when I was exhausted from having gone through one already and the spot was utterly sensitive to touch--quite swollen even without having to check. One pair of fresh panties wasn't enough at all that day. Even when I went into the washroom to change into the new pair, I didn't bother taking the vibrator out. I let my perfect stranger take good care of me that day. And for the first time ever, I had fun at work.