Riding the Bus

He saw her on the bus.Monday through Friday. Usually she would be waiting at the bus stop rain or shine…but it was on those rare occasions that she would have to run and jump on…that he would be beside himself. She was a little thing 5’2″ max. He figured she couldn’t weigh more than hundred pounds soaking wet. Her hair dark with eyes to match and skin that looked like ivory. She always acknowledged him but quickly averted her eyes. He on the other hand…couldn’t take his eyes off her. When he knew she was close to her stop…he would always be ready to watch her…and watch her did. All day at work he would replay the mental images of her in his mind…this is how his self imposed torture had begun. At first he had snuck off the the bathroom and did a quick jack-job. But it was unfulfilling and dangerous. He couldn’t afford to get caught. Some times he would have to wait until the coast was clear…that’s how he stumbled upon…his torture. He would have a hard-on for hours. But the bus ride home was the best part of the day. He saw her again. Saw her get off the bus and make her way to her apartment. He imagined her taking off her clothes and touching herself while thinking about him. He would then go home and take care of business. He would endure hours with an erection and still he would spend hours more playing with his dick until he finally decided to let it blow. When he did…he was in a whole other state of mind and his body convulsed from head to toe. Nothing else compared to this. It had become a way of life. At first he hated the weekend. No bus ride. But he figured out how to fix that. He rented an attic space and it gave him a perfect place to watch her. It was much better than the bus because he could see all of her. But he liked the bus because she could see him looking at her…and he liked how she seemed so shy…almost embarrassed that someone would notice her. From the attic he could watch her. She wouldn’t know she was being watched…admired…fantasized about. Lucky for him that her apartment was on the top floor with big bay windows. He has seen her naked many times…but it is when she pleasures herself that he can barely refrain…he always waits so he can cum with her. She takes her time getting there and then she cums several times back to back. When she squirts out her love juice…he releases his. He thinks about how it would be to feel it…taste it and touch her…put his dick inside her. Just thinking it he gets hard again. But she would never allow such a thing. She is far to shy. Too much of a respectable lady to sleep around. So he has her the only way that seems possible…from afar.
Monday…she is at the bus stop waiting…she has a large package. He offers her his seat and she takes it. When the spot next to her is empty she motions to him to sit…and he does. He can smell her feel her heat and has a raging hard-on. Its her stop next. She stands and puts the package on the seat. Turns to him and whispers…”I think you might find this interesting…but please do not open it until you are at home.” Then she was out the door headed toward her office building. What in the world can it be? The curiosity was killing him…but he wouldn’t dream of not doing as she asked. She would see that the package was in tact on the ride home.
Finally…at home he cut the paper and tape away and opened the box. There were hundreds of pictures of him…even pictures of him at the attic…and a note that read…
Surprised? I have been watching you for quite some time. Open the small box…put it on and go to the window.
He did and there she was. She opened her coat briefly. Then closed it and was on the phone. His rings and when he answers she says…
“Leave the collar on…go to the attic. I will be there. You are now my sex slave. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He was out the door. When he got on the bus. He saw her. She acknowledged him but looked away. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her…he touched the leather collar and touched his dick…he knew then that she had already made him her slave.

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4 Responses to “Riding the Bus”

  1. Bootlover02110 says:

    I have enjoyed reading many of your stories. This was an especially nice one with a great plot twist! Thanks for all your posts. Keep up the good work!

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  2. breeze says:

    Bootlover02110
    It is always good to hear that what one writes is appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to let me know…it put a smile on my face!

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  3. scar023 says:

    This story is amazing!!!!! I started writing something similar a few years back and never completed it. I couldn’t think of a way to end it. WELL DONE!!!! I am truly impressed.

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  4. breeze says:

    Thank you scar3023…Such compliments have a tendency to excite and inspire me!

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