A New Face, A New Experience

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It was a long boring day at the office. I had back to back meetings all day, none of which really accomplished anything. All of which could have just summarized their points in a simple email.

Before leaving for work this morning, my routine was interrupted by someone delivering a package from an online purchase. Because of that reason, I had only enough time to unintentionally edge myself. I was so close to cumming when the doorbell rang. I barely had enough time to finish getting dressed and catch the bus to work. I knew it was going to be a long sexually focused day based on how the simple vibrations of my morning commute had made me rock hard without me even groping my cock through my pants on the bus.

My cock reminded me all day how badly I needed to cum. Something as small as a shift in my seat was nearly making me hard in my meetings. I was able to softly stroke myself under the table in a few of them just trying to get any sense of relief. Ultimately a mistake as it just drove me more and more insane for release. My balls were achingly full of cum all day. I could barely keep my legs together comfortably from how swollen and filled up with cum my balls were.

All of the cute girls in the office were looking hotter than ever, probably because of how horny I was. My cock was begging to be stuffed into any hot wet hole it could find. Lunch today was a working meeting with a few of said girls, where we had broken up into small groups to discuss things while we all ate. I couldn't stop staring at their mouths, wondering what their tongues would feel like swirling around the tip of my cock. Thinking about what they sounded like when they cum really hard. Do they cry when they are being fucked exactly how they need it? Do they sneak away sometimes to secretly masturbate at work like I've done countless times in my career?

What do they taste like? How do they keep their pussy hair trimmed, full bush, or shaved? Were they all wearing panties today? Did any of them get filled with cum from their significant others before they came to work today? Am I the only one who has these thoughts, or did some of them have similar questions about me?

My head was spinning with lust by the time lunch ended. I could almost smell each of their pheromones distinctly from the others. My balls started to tingle and I could feel my cock leaking cum into my boxer briefs.

The rest of the day went the same as the morning had begun, with the last meeting ending about an hour before the end of the day. I literally got nothing done today due to all the meetings. Not like it mattered, because with all of my attention being driven by my cock, I doubt anything would have been accomplished even without the meetings.

I debated on stopping off in the restroom and finally giving myself the attention I needed before leaving the office for the day. As I approached the community restroom door, one of my colleagues was also headed in at the same time. This completely changed my plans, and made me forget the idea and just wait till I had arrived back home.

That way I could take my time, not feel rushed, and watch porn as loud as I wanted to while I stroked my cock till my heart's, or ball's, content. I went back to my desk and packed up to leave for the day.

The walk to the bus stop was uneventful until I arrived at the large crowd awaiting the same chariot as I was. There were several people that I had recognized as typical patrons of this time of day riding along with me, as they have in the past. Most of them are all looking down at their phones, a few of them having small private conversations.

I noticed a new face, one I don't recall ever seeing. Well, if I'm being honest, I noticed the wind blowing her short skirt up a bit, exposing the bottom of her ass bare as the day she was born. My brain immediately wondered if maybe her panties had ridden up a bit from walking, or if she was wearing a thong? I had my phone in my hand as I was getting ready to hit play on my audio book to listen in my ear buds while waiting for the bus.

She was barely shorter than I was, but her legs seemed to be longer than most girls of her height. They were tanned, toned, and would have made an amazing belt if they were wrapped around my waist. She was oblivious to my existence as all of her attention was focused on her phone in her hand. Her purse casually hanging off of her shoulder matched the rest of her outfit perfectly. The letters D-I-O-R repeated on the strap of it in a darker shade of the same color as the rest of the purse. I lazily wandered towards her hoping for her to even give me a glimpse of attention, even for a second. That never happened. I stood there near her, both of us on our phones, not saying a word.

I looked up at one point and checked to see if I could see the bus coming, nothing new to see at this point. I helped myself to another long drink of my newest visual obsession. The wind blew again, her hair sailed with it for a moment, giving me the perfect amount of her shampoo's scent.

I couldn't tell you what it smelled like to save my life, but I knew it was my new favorite scent. The bus arrived shortly after that, erasing the smell of her shampoo and flooding the air with diesel fumes.

The loud sound of the bus made everyone look up and pay attention as the doors opened and we all started to single file pile into the bus. The girl looked up at me just before we both gestured for the other to go ahead of us. I smiled and nodded while making sure she knew I was trying to be chivalrous, and truthfully, I was. Although a perverted chance of an up-skirt peek was also part of my motivation. It didn't happen. I was also hoping to get an opportunity to talk to her, in some way, any way, I just needed to know what her voice sounded like. This was my chance, so I said, "Please, after you."

She smiled at me, nodded, and then took her steps onto the bus. I followed directly behind her, and I'm so glad I did. The bus was completely full, there weren't any seats available at all, and the center aisle was quickly filling in with people in suits and dresses. The handful of people that were left behind us at the stop all piled in as well, leaving very little to no room between most of us now all standing in the aisle.

I know that my stop was typically about twenty minutes from this point, and right now I didn't care if it was an hour away. I was directly next to my new obsession. Her one arm was bent holding her cell phone, keeping her purse in place under it. Her other hand was up holding onto the railing just above our heads. She was about the same height as me as said before, and from the way we were positioned, I was now able to see what was so captivating on her phone.

There was a video playing and at first glance I wasn't sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. It was porn, plain as day, just two grown people going at it. The guy in the video was probably about my height and body size. The girl in the video was thicc and had great curves. I had guessed that the girl in the video was about the same height as the guy. Back in real life, the girl standing next to me and I were basically pressed against each other with the lack of space left on the bus at the time.

My cock processed what I was seeing on her phone and immediately went into action. The vibrations on the bus were not helping, and the small amount of our bodies touching was helping coax the head of my cock up towards my waistline. I was getting harder and harder by the second, I was aching for release by this point.

The driver stepped on the brakes for the next stop and everyone shifted and leaned towards the front of the bus from the inertia. When the bus came to a stop and everyone shifted back to our original positions, I noticed the girl was now even closer to me, if that was even possible. Regardless, she was now exactly where she needed to be to feel what was going on in my pants. There was no chance of hiding it at this point, she knew it and I knew it.

There was no question she could feel my cock growing harder, and now she shifted her weight and was basically leaning directly against me. I started to throb and could feel her pushing herself closer to me trying to feel more of it. She took a moment to settle herself again with some people moving off and on the bus from the back side entrance. I watched as she put her phone away in her purse and switched hands on the above head railing. She was now standing with her one hand above her head on the railing, and the other was at her side between us, directly by my cock.

At this point in my day, I was done caring about anything other than cumming any way I could. I pushed my rock hard clothed bulge into her more. She reciprocated my actions by pushing back into me. I started to twist and turn my hips just slightly, making sure she could feel me moving it back and forth grinding on her hand. She kept looking out the window of the bus, but her hand began to pay attention to me. I could feel her fingers dancing along the length of my cock.

Each moment that went by felt like hours were passing. Her palm now pressing against the base of my cock firmly through my clothes. I felt her hand gliding up and down the length of my shaft. My cock twitched to her touch and I could feel my temperature rising.

I felt her fingers searching for my zipper. My heart raced. My breathing increased. My cock was pressed so tightly against my clothes that I could feel each tooth of my zipper being undone. Her soft gentle hand snuck its way into my pants. Growing even harder with some more room now, I could feel my cock pressing into her groping hand.

More stroking up and down through my underwear, this was beyond anything I could have imagined all day while I had been day dreaming of all the hot girls at work. Beyond all of the moments I was desperate to leave my meetings to go jerk off in the bathroom, I felt her fingers find the fly hole in my boxer briefs and she took my cock out. I stood there with my eyes slowly closing from the sensation of the hot skin of my cock colliding with the cold air of the bus. My adrenalin was soaring with desire and need. My mind racing with fantasies and sexual primal lust, the excitement flying high from the thought of getting caught. There are people all around us, anyone can look down at any moment and see me at full length and girth. Throbbing with every heartbeat, red and swollen begging for release.

Her soft warm hand wrapped around my shaft and she began to stroke me. My cock loving every second of this as she kept her composure other than a subtle lip bite after she licked her lips and pressed them together.

It wasn't going to be long before I was going to make a mess all over us. I had a feeling she somehow knew that, too. My cock was now pulsating in her grip. Her fingers knew exactly what to do, the tips of them ticking the underside of my swollen head. I could feel my precum leaking from my tip and making her movements more and more stimulating.

Her subtle lip bite had intensified just slightly as she started to stroke faster and faster. Luckily the person nearest had their back to us. It was another lady in a nice pants suit, her briefcase styled bag with the zipper closed top clung to her leg in her grasp, as there was still no real room on the bus. My hand reached up slightly and found the material of my companion's skirt. She felt my hand on her bare ass and turned a bit for me for easier access. My fingers ran up and down the cleft of her ass as her grip on my cock tightened. I forced my thumb along the crease of her ass and was expecting to feel a thong or g-string of some kind, but I didn't.

The tip of my thumb led the way. I could feel the heat from her body getting hotter with each movement further towards her uncovered pussy. She was slick with cum as I grazed my digit across her southern lips. Hot. Wet. Sticky. Slippery. She was primed and ready. I watched as her breathing increased. My hand groped her ass cheek firmly and spread it from the other, only enough to sneak a couple more of my fingers into her most private of places.

Her eyes closed slowly as I explored her. I slid my middle finger further and further until it was enveloped with warm hotness. I heard her gasp and open her eyes as she felt me enter her. I slid my finger in and out a few times before adding a second. Her mouth gapped open as she inhaled and started to move her hips.

I snuck my middle finger out and reached up for her clit, rubbing it with small quick circles. She arched her back exposing more of her private life to me. Her breathing now very heavy. Any composure she had on her face before was completely gone. She looked over at me with desperate eyes and her mouth wide open and nodded. Her face was pleading with me to keep going. My finger kept making small circles on her clit while the other one slid in and out of her pussy. I could smell her sex at this point, which told me so could everyone else. My cock was drowning in pleasure as she jerked me off, not even trying to hide it any more.

I couldn't hold back. It had been all day. A long agonizing sexually painful day. I've been day dreaming of this moment since the morning. I couldn't stop myself, and didn't want to either. A large thick stream of cum shot out of my cock. Her hand kept going at the same speed adding to the intensity of my orgasm. Ropes of cum kept shooting out of me. My balls taking the opportunity to empty every ounce possible. I knew it was getting all over.

I looked down and saw a line of cum that landed on the back of the lady in the pants suit, and was dripping onto the zipper of her bag. My deep breaths and long exhaling was barely contained as I grunted and moaned into my obsession's ear. A single word eeked through my lips deeper than my growls, "nnnffffffuck..."

Her hand became coated with my cum as she stroked me relentlessly. Her knees buckled slightly and I watched her hand on the overhead railing grip tightly and support her weight. Her pussy clenched down on my finger as I pushed it into her as far as it could go and kept flicking her clit back and forth. Soft moans and gasps came from her mouth as she buried her face into my chest to muffle her whimpers.

Our breathing was fast and heavy like we had just sprinted for the very bus we were riding on. I felt her pussy involuntarily contracting on my finger that was knuckle deep inside of her. Her hand on my cock slowed down its pace but kept stroking me with the same intensity making the head of my cock smear its cum all over her skirt.

When her pussy stopped spasming on my finger I slowly slid it in and out a few more times. She looked over at me and took her hand off my cock. When she brought it to her mouth it was visibly covered in my cum. She licked her fingers clean while making eye contact with me. Her eyes explored my face and then my chest. She sucked the last drop of my cum clean off of her hand just as the bus stopped.

Without a word she smiled, winked at me, and then walked out of my life. I had to quickly put my dripping cock back in my pants and zip up my fly before anyone could see me. I noticed a huge wet spot on her skirt when she was out on the street. As the bus doors closed and we went on to the next stop, I watched her intently hoping she would turn around if even for one last look. She didn't. She just kept walking away from the bus stop as if nothing had ever happened.

The whole moment we shared was something that was just our little secret. Something that just the two of us would ever know happened. I wanted so much more with her in that moment, and in the future. I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted her for the first time. She had the sweetest pussy. Salty and musky, too. I smelled her sex on my fingers while I tasted her. I wanted more of it. I needed more of it. I craved more of it.

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I hope you enjoyed this different type of story for me as it ventured out from my usual style of writing.

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