Riding the bus.

“So,” I was looking for a distraction as I could feel the estrogen filled bus weighing heavily on my mind, “I haven’t properly thanked you Miss…?”

“Just Alex.” Once again, winking at me. I blush a bit and quickly say, “Alex, thank you very much helping me with that situation back there, you were a proper gentlewoman.” I look directly at her and do my best to be as sincere as I can, I was, after all, quite thankful she was there.

Alex looked back at me and answered demurely, “You’re quite welcome.” Then her eyes flashed as she seemed to consider the other woman’s actions and said, “Some women have no class, whatsoever.” She faced forward and stuck her nose up slightly as if to indicate she was full of class, for all I knew, she probably was.

I took another glance at her out of the corner of my eye. Now that I could see her closely, I could get a better idea what she looked at. She had a light chocolate skin color with beautiful brown eyes. I looked forwards again, careful not to be caught looking again, I decided to try to strike up a conversation to get an excuse to keep checking her out.

“So, do you live around here?” I turned a bit in my seat and leaned against the wall of the bus to get a better angle to observe her casually from.

“No, I’m visiting family. I work downtown.” She turned slightly in her seat to better accommodate the conversation as well, it was at this point I noticed how low cut her skirt was. Luckily, she didn’t notice me noticing! … I think.

I nodded. “I’m just on my way downtown for a job interview.” She looked me in the eyes and raised an eyebrow, “Really? That’s interesting. Where at?”

I grinned as I said it, feeling particularly happy with myself, “The Rad Hatter.” She raised both eyebrows, “Oh my! Well that’s quite a fancy place.”

I couldn’t help myself. I gushed, “I know! I’m so excited! When I saw the ad for an administrative assistant which was right up my alley because of all my experience working as a consulting admin from home I applied RIGHT AWAY! When they emailed me back I actually danced around my room I was so excited, and when…” I stopped mid-sentence and promptly shut my mouth, a bit embarrassed that I had given so much information to an almost total stranger.

Alex responded kindly, “Well I would be just as excited to work at a clothing firm so very well reputed as The Rad Hatter.”

“Thanks…” As I said it, I could feel my cheeks warming as I turned to look out the window. What is with this woman? She’s so… nice!

We rode along in silence for a bit, then I managed to pluck up enough courage to ask, “So, where do you work?” She smiled (God she has a gorgeous smile!) and said, “Ironically, I also work in clothing.” I noticed that she seemed to have a fairly large bust under that suit, but it was hard to tell. In my mind, I could picture the view I had when she was pulling me up, they had seemed rather large at the time… Oh shit, did she see me look?? I straightened up and looked straight ahead… into the bus driver’s hat in front of me.

“That’s nice.” I said lamely. God, I’m such an idiot. Say something worth saying damnit!

“Those are some nice boots, are they Jimmy Choo?” I had extensive knowledge of women’s attire, but I came by it honestly having lived with so many women all my life.

“Gucci, dear.” Yikes, struck out! As she looked at me I guessed her age to be about the same as mine, probably around 20 or so.

“Let me show you.” She raised her boot up so I could take a closer look… and in doing so her skirt slid up and I could see she was wearing black panties… definitely female then as it was clear there was no additional bulge. “Uh… the… those… they’re… nice shoes!”

“I know.” She said primly with a slight smile. She let her leg hang in mid air there for a minute… I admired her smooth long leg, her delicious chocolatey complexion. As I looked (I mean, let’s be honest…gawked is probably more accurate), she casually rested her foot on the cup holder attached to the barrier between us and the driver. She bit her lip slightly as she stared at me and while she placed her right hand on her right knee she moved her left hand so that it was brushing my shoulder. It was time for me to take a stand!

“Uhhh….” I said with conviction. Uhhh!?!? That’s the best I’ve got!?

She giggled and continued brushing the backs of her fingers along my arm… it felt like electricity was moving along my limb, which was coincidentally rendering my brain absolutely useless as I just sat there and let her touch me.

This woman. She… My thought process was cut off when she slid her foot back down to the ground and looked forward once again, a twinkle in her eye.

The bus made another stop as some people got off and new faces stepped up and on to the bus. After everyone boarded and sat down, the driver put the bus in gear and drove off towards the next stop.

Alex looked out my window, then at me, she snuck a quick glance down… like so many before her… and her eyes widened, “Oh my…” she quickly looked straight ahead again, grinning mischievously.

I blinked owlishly. I frowned and looked down and saw the outline of my boner pressing against the leg of my pants. My eyes turned to saucers and I could feel my cheeks turning a deep crimson as I held my hands in my lap and tried to cover myself up.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, biting her lip slightly. I turned away and stared straight out the window.

Oh no! My stop was approaching quickly and there was no way I was missing it, and yet… How the fuck am I going to get off this bus with a raging hard on??

Alex coughed. I looked up. “You know, I need to get off at the next stop myself. Do you think you could hold my bag for me just while I look up an address on my phone?”

“…What?” I asked.

She blinked at me, looked down at my not-so-hidden Johnson then back to me and raised her eyebrows.

“…What!” I declared, profoundly missing the point.

She sighed and lowered her voice, “Perhaps you can find a use for the camouflage my Prada will afford you, considering…” she once again lowered her gaze, making her meaning obvious, then looked back at me.

I managed to stammer out, “Ah! Yes. Er… Thank you!” as the bus hissed to a stop.

She stood up and as she leaned to the side, she leaned over to pick up her bag. In the process, putting her derriere directly in my face!

I marvelled at the nice shape of her behind as she fished her bag out from under the seat. As she sat back down and turned to face me, I pretended to be examining a spot on the roof of the bus. I caught her glance and smiled, thanking her politely. She smirked at me, obviously not fooled by my clever show of dignity. I pretended not to notice.

We shuffled to the right and into the aisle, then thanked the driver as we both stepped off the bus and on to the sidewalk.