Lady Owner: The attractive man in front of me. (Straight/Bi-Curious)

bump, moved the bus. I swallowed again, throat slightly dry. My eyes were focused, and my fingers clenched around the handle of my bag.

In front of me sat a man in a black coat next to a young woman that seemed to have just gotten off work. The former, on the other hand, had his black hair combed neatly above his head, and through his attire, I could tell he had a nice physique. I bit a lip. It was still too obstructing though. I wished he would take notice of me, maybe show off some more of his body a little. But once again, I let the thought dissipate, knowing that no one would ever notice me -- especially with my reserved outer shell and inconspicuous looks.

I sighed.

zip.

Turning my head upward at the sound, I noticed the slight blush in the cheeks of the woman from earlier. When I followed her line of vision, a similar color faded across my own.

The man from earlier had removed his coat. Now, he was only sitting with a tight striped tanktop, and as I'd hoped, his arms were sculpted to a tee, bulging down with a single vein or two indicating his clearly attentive work out routine. His pecs were clearly visible by a peek underneath his low cut top and I quickly averted my eyes, as to not give off the wrong impression.

Damn, I thought in the shelter of my interpersonal chamber, he's pretty hot.

If only, I internally sighed as I noticed his eyes casually flick to the woman next to him, who, suffice to say, was a real cute bombshell herself, if only he'd get hornier than he'd ever been in his life just looking at me.

To my surprise, a tent suddenly formed in his pants. I squirmed uncomfortably in my own seat, then looked up to see he had his eyes on me, his arms converged in a way that made his muscles look even bigger and more shapely than before. Once he noticed my stare, I could even swear he flexed them a little. All while looking casually forward, like nothing was going on. Meanwhile, down below, a certain spear was pointing heavenbound and I perversely wished he wouldn't cover it -- it made me feel a little excited to think of the possibility of him being turned on by me. I didn't think I'd ever experienced that feeling before.

Suddenly I noticed another squirming and shifted my attention to the young woman sitting by him. Her eyes were making furtive motions to the side, her legs slightly clenching with each glance as she also tried to maintain a bored look forward. As a girl, however, it was easy to tell when another was getting a little warm. I nodded in contemplation. She definitely seemed to be interested in the view this cute guy was giving as well. As I eyed her up, I could see how plenty of guys would find her attractive, too; which explained the look he had been giving her before, that now seemed relegated to me. Just like I had... wished.

I broke out of my haze to descend into a brief, wall-shattering thought.

No way.

bump, stumbled the bus as it drove over rough road.

No way! I near amnesiacally repeated.

It couldn't be...

I looked back up, and saw the man biting his lip for a nanosecond at the locking of our gazes before looking away handsomely. A lump of air throttled down my throat. His hand was brushing up against his shaft now, in the most blatant stealthy way. The young woman next to him was tilting her head in an attempt at looking lost in thought while sneaking another glance or two at his flexing arms. I looked back down, eyes dilating, somehow feeling responsible.

Could it?