- Anything Goes -
Straight Male / 54
The Woman On The Bus
Most days when i travel on a bus i see this woman. She's just an average looking middle aged woman but there's something about her that sparks my imagination.
She's likely in her mid forties, her dark hair has grey in it, worn in plain curtains and mid way between a bob and being long. Her face is unlined and still shows that in her youth she was quite pretty but now it's just older. She wears the same black baggy shapeless trousers and oversized black top and a ladies parka style coat. You would honestly pass her by and not give her a glance.
So what meade me notice her and look closer. That's because of what i do. I watch people. I observe their activties, those little things they do day to day, how they walk, talk and drink their coffee. How they plan to cheat on their husband or wife with another person. It's all there for the World to see if you know what to look for.
So with her when she stepped off the bus and walked away i noticed something about her face. It suggested that behind the closed bedroom door with the kids out she would be quite wild in the sack. A woman who wanted good sex and knew how to get it from her partner. I didn't see her in sexy lingerie or bondage gear but simply naked and demanding of a 'good' time.
Every time since i have seen her on the bus i think the same thing. I never openly stare at her, always best to wear sunglasses and then no one what you are really looking at, but just watching her from the corner of my eye i see a quiet woman who does a mundane job, has a nice home life, no real worries and reasonably happy.Then the bedroom door closes and she is a very different woman...and my imagination gets a tad sordid.
One day the bus is busier than usual and i am sat beside her. I nod politely at her as i sit down and she gives a non-commital smile back. I notice she is wearing perfume, it's a very faint whiff of it coming from her, she isn't one of these women who bathe in a perfume and a cloud of the scent surrounds them, and it's something rather subtle. Her nails have been done very recently, they are short and the ends shaped nicely and the colour is a deep blood red. she has her hands in her lap and i am watching carefully from behind my sunglasses. She fumbles inside her handbag briefly looking for something and as her hand comes out it brushes along my thigh on accident but purposefully. I smile but don't look at her but i know she has seen this.
A few minutes later she asks to get past as her stop is approaching. I get up and let her past and again as she does her ass wiggles into my crotch as she goes past. Accidently but purposefully. She looks back at me and i smile at her, the knowing smile of i know what you just did thee and she ha a look to her eyes of she enjoyed doing that.
As the bus pulls away and she is walking to her home i see her looking sideways into the bus, she's checking to see if i am looking at her, i am looking out the window and still have that smile on my face, and then we're gone on our sperate ways.
Since then i have seen her on the bus a few times and only once did she look at me and nod. Maybe because i have grown a beard she doesn't recognise me...maybe it's something else but i do wonder what it would be like to have sex with the woman on the bus.
She's likely in her mid forties, her dark hair has grey in it, worn in plain curtains and mid way between a bob and being long. Her face is unlined and still shows that in her youth she was quite pretty but now it's just older. She wears the same black baggy shapeless trousers and oversized black top and a ladies parka style coat. You would honestly pass her by and not give her a glance.
So what meade me notice her and look closer. That's because of what i do. I watch people. I observe their activties, those little things they do day to day, how they walk, talk and drink their coffee. How they plan to cheat on their husband or wife with another person. It's all there for the World to see if you know what to look for.
So with her when she stepped off the bus and walked away i noticed something about her face. It suggested that behind the closed bedroom door with the kids out she would be quite wild in the sack. A woman who wanted good sex and knew how to get it from her partner. I didn't see her in sexy lingerie or bondage gear but simply naked and demanding of a 'good' time.
Every time since i have seen her on the bus i think the same thing. I never openly stare at her, always best to wear sunglasses and then no one what you are really looking at, but just watching her from the corner of my eye i see a quiet woman who does a mundane job, has a nice home life, no real worries and reasonably happy.Then the bedroom door closes and she is a very different woman...and my imagination gets a tad sordid.
One day the bus is busier than usual and i am sat beside her. I nod politely at her as i sit down and she gives a non-commital smile back. I notice she is wearing perfume, it's a very faint whiff of it coming from her, she isn't one of these women who bathe in a perfume and a cloud of the scent surrounds them, and it's something rather subtle. Her nails have been done very recently, they are short and the ends shaped nicely and the colour is a deep blood red. she has her hands in her lap and i am watching carefully from behind my sunglasses. She fumbles inside her handbag briefly looking for something and as her hand comes out it brushes along my thigh on accident but purposefully. I smile but don't look at her but i know she has seen this.
A few minutes later she asks to get past as her stop is approaching. I get up and let her past and again as she does her ass wiggles into my crotch as she goes past. Accidently but purposefully. She looks back at me and i smile at her, the knowing smile of i know what you just did thee and she ha a look to her eyes of she enjoyed doing that.
As the bus pulls away and she is walking to her home i see her looking sideways into the bus, she's checking to see if i am looking at her, i am looking out the window and still have that smile on my face, and then we're gone on our sperate ways.
Since then i have seen her on the bus a few times and only once did she look at me and nod. Maybe because i have grown a beard she doesn't recognise me...maybe it's something else but i do wonder what it would be like to have sex with the woman on the bus.
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# 82915 - by BadWolf / September 30, 2025
