Melinda doesn't want to make a scene.

Melinda flushed furiously, staring intently at the back of the seat in front of her. This was intolerable. This man had put his arm around her in a possessive way. She thought about standing up, or trying to get past him and out into the aisle, or,... or, saying or doing something. No matter how she thought about it though, these actions would all cause some sort of a scene. She couldn't even dare to contemplate that!

Worse, now he was leaning in close to her, and his hand was starting to creep downwards! Carefully she raised her own hand to it and pushed it back up, but as soon as she had dropped her hand primly to her lap once more, the hand started to descend. What the hell was he playing at? She didn't even know him. She reached up and tried to gently push the hand away again, but this time it was more insistent and was heading for the neckline of her blouse! She pushed a little harder, but any more, she felt would have caused a scene, and reluctantly she folded her hands in her lap once more as the hand went inside her blouse, and inside the let cup of her bra and reached her breast.

Melinda edged away against the window, but the man beside her just shunted up closing the space between them again. Worse still, he closed his hand around her boob, squeezing it and began thumbing her nipple! This was outrageous. She should... she should... she didn't know what she should do. She sat still and stared out the window pretending nothing was happening. Best not to make a scene she thought.

After a minute or so, the hand was retrieved. Melinda breathed a mental sigh of relief. At last - it was over. However this relief was only short lived. The man had turned to face her and now lifted both of his hands to her blouse and smiling at her, unbuttoned her top button. Melinda's hands shot up and she placed them on his wrists, trying to think whether to pull them away or to do... what? She pushed gently at his hands, but he ignored her. She looked intently at him, trying to get him to understand that she wanted him to stop! This was unacceptable. The man ignored her glare and continued to unbutton the remaining three buttons of her blouse above her skirt waistband and pulled her blouse wide open, exposing her silky white bra. Melinda was mortified. What if anyone looked around? She scanned the seats opposite. Like her, everyone seemed to be deliberately looking the other way. The man pulled her left bra cup down by the underwiring and pulled her boob up over it so that it hung out. Melinda gasped, he did the same with her other one. She reached up to put her boobs back in her bra, but he caught hold of her wrist and put it back in her lap. She decided she shouldn't struggle - people might see, so she left her hands sitting in her lap while he squeezed and fondled her breasts openly on the bus. At least no-one seemed to be looking. She sat still and quiet and hoped that remained the case while her breasts were manhandled. At one pont he leaned over and began sucking her right nipple. What should she do? Melinda closer her lips tightly and looked out at the traffic.

After a little while, he caught hold of her right wrist once more and pulled it to him. Melinda looked round to discover he had unzipped and pulled his erect cock out, only just in time to find him closing her hand around its shaft. She tried briefly to pull it away, but without much strength as she didnt want to struggle too much and cause a scene. Her hand was pulled up and down causing her to masturbate him. She couldn't believe she was doing this!

Worse! The other hand was around her shoulders once more, and now it was in her hair. As she reluctantly jerked him off, she could feel his hand stroking her head, then, oh no it was on top of her head, pushing her down. No. She wouldn't. She couldn't. She resisted slightly but didn't want to struggle. In a moment, she was bent over his lap, close to where her fist held his cock. Surely he wasn't going to make her do that! He pushed further and now his cock was touching her lips. She wouldn't open her mouth. She just wouldn't She didn't have to make a scene. She could just keep her lips closed.

"This lady!" announced the man beside her, "is about to suck my dick!"

Oh my God. What was he doing. Everyone would be looking. Please! Please stop! she thought in a panic of epic proportions.

"She has lovely tits which I have been playing with, and I am going to keep telling you all about her until she starts sucking!"

Fuck!!!! she thought, and quickly opened her mouth. In a moment, she had his glans in her mouth, and thankfully he shut up. Melinda couldn't believe it though when he caught her head in both his hands and began pulling it up and down. She kept the suction going for fear of any further outbursts. She was mortified. What if anyone had turned around and saw her. She sucked and sucked and sucked. The bus stopped at a few stops, but she couldn't see people getting off or on, trapped and staring at this man's groin as she was from a distance of inches.

After a while, she felt her head being pushed further down and faster. So much so that, she gagged once or twice as the head of his penis reached the back of her throat. However, she was pleased that she managed to restrain her reflex and keep the sounds to a minimum. Still, he seemed to be pushing her onto him with more determination, almost as if he was building to....

"Uuuk!", she said quietly as his cum spurted into her mouth without warning. She kept her lips closed around his shaft and felt spurt after spurt hit the back of her throat. He lifted and dropped her head a few times more then seemed content to release it. Melinda sat back up, cheeks bulging with cum and looked at him briefly. She considered spitting it out, but didn't want to make it obvious what she was doing, so closed her eyes and swallowed it, and saw him grin.

Cautiously and slowly she moved her hands to her bottom blouse button and buttoned it up hoping to make herself look a little more respectable, but without getting into any sort of embarrassing confrontation. She managed that and the bottom two, but when she reached up and attempted to stuff her boobs back in her bra, he caught her wrists and pulled them back down to her lap. He was not allowing that. Instead, he continued buttoning her thin white blouse up, with her tits still visible through it and still hanging out of her bra. She guessed that was going to have to do.

Uugh, she could still taste his sperm. now what was he doing? Was this bus journey never going to end? Was she trapped in this seat forever? He opened her purse. for a moment, Melinda thought she was being robbed, but he only took out one of her bank cards and looked at it then put it back.

Melinda watched as he lifted his discarded Metro from the floor and put it in his lap as if this was any other normal journey. He produced a rather nice looking pen and appeared to be going to do the crossword. However, he wrote underneath it: This has been the most exciting bus journey of Melinda's life. She loved it. She is **** for it to happen again and will try to get the same bus again each day in the hope of repeating it.

With that, he got up and headed to the front of the bus and got off at the next stop leaving Melinda feeling sorry that the fun was over.