The man in the blue suit

Amy got to the bus stop early today. It was only 8:04, and she knew the Number 19 bus wouldn't be arriving for another three minutes. She thought about this for a moment, and couldn't really pinpoint what had happened in her daily morning routine that would have gotten her out of the house three minutes earlier than usual.

"No big deal, of course. It's going to be another beautiful day!" she said to no one. Literally no one, as there was no one waiting for the bus.

She stood in silence, admiring the blue sky and how clear the world looked today. Eventually, the Number 19 bus rolled up, and Amy boarded. She showed the driver her bus pass, and walked in to take a seat.

There was a seat free on the right, next to a man reading a newspaper. Amy was a little nervous around this man. Not too long ago, she had fallen on the bus, and accidentally touched him in a way that she was certain was inappropriate, but which he didn't seem to find odd at all.

Unfortunately, that was the only available seat. She looked at the man. He had on a blue suit, and was probably on his way to work, just as she was. It was a nice suit. He probably had a nice job. She took the seat next to him. He glanced at her, smiled, and went back to reading his newspaper.

As she sat, the but jolted forward. At least I'm sitting this time, I won't accidentally touch him! she thought. However, as the but jolted, she came to the realization that her hip had pressed into him, and they were making more contact than two strangers on a bus should probably be making.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to bump you," she said.

"No worries," he replied cheerfully.

Maybe he doesn't remember what happened, or maybe he doesn't realize it's the same weird girl, thought Amy. She shifted in her seat to break the connection between their hips. He adjusted in his seat as well, almost reconnecting them.

As the bus pulled to a stop at a red light, the momentum cause Amy to lurch to her right, directly toward the man in the blue suit. And despite all her inner monologues reminding herself not to repeat the scene from the other day, as she lurched to the right, she shot out her right hand to catch herself -- and that hand landed directly on the man's upper thigh.

She gripped his thigh instinctively, keeping herself from tipping over. Her fingertips were very close to the inseam of his pants, and as she glanced down at her hand, she noticed a small bulge about an inch from her pinky. She gasped.

"Are you okay?" asked the man, looking at her -- at her face, not her hand.

"I'm -- I'm fine." She sat up, and let go of the man. "Okay, that's good. If we come to a sudden stop again, you're welcome to hold onto me for support."

She figured he was making fun of her. But he wasn't laughing, and he looked sincere.

"Thank you, I will." She paused, hearing what she had just said, and added, "No, I won't. I mean. I don't need to hold onto you. I can hold onto myself, I --" just then, the bus jolted forward, and Amy again fell to her right. She was later to react, and her hand went straight down on the man's leg, but this time, her fingertips definitely grazed more than his leg.

"Oh, I remember you," he said, unconcerned about her hand. "You're the girl who rubbed my cock through my pants a while back."

"Rubbed? I hardly rubbed, it was an accidental -- and I just -- maybe barely touched, I don't --" She had let go of his leg again.

"Well, rubbed, groped, squeezed, whatever you want to call it. It was a great start to the day, for sure. I don't suppose there's any chance you'd do it again, would you?"

Amy stared at him.

"I mean, just for a few minutes. I know you get off the bus in a few stops."

Amy looked around. No one else seemed to be aware of their conversation. "What did you say?"

"A few stops. I know you only have about six more minutes on the bus. You get off at Wexler, right?"

"Yes," Amy said, unsure why he would bother knowing this.

"Right, so, if you're into it, maybe rub my cock a little this morning, just, you know, get the day off strong."

Amy looked down at his pants, and then again at the other folks on the bus. "Um ..." Amy was usually happy to help anyone who needed it, whatever the favor was. She reached out a hand somewhat reluctantly.

"Oh, great! Yeah, just, reach down and grab it. My cock, that is. Just grab it."

Amy slowly moved her hand down onto the man's crotch.

"Oh, that feels nice. Doesn't that feel nice?" he said.

Amy squeezed a bit, and realized that she had a pretty solid grip of his dick through his pants. She started to massage it a little, and looked around the bus, fascinated that no one was saying anything.

"That's great. Thanks for doing this!"

"Yeah, sure," said Amy, in a daze. "My pleasure."

"I hope so! I only asked about this because I thought you might enjoy it."

Her rubbing got a bit more forceful. He was squirming in is seat a bit, helping by grinding his groin into her hand. This continued for several minutes, and the man in the blue suit was almost fully erect when the bus pulled up in front of Wexler Tower. A few other riders passed by Amy, looked at her, clearly must have seen what she was doing, but didn't say a word.

"This is your stop, right?" said the man.

"Um ... right," said Amy. She let go of his dick, looked at him again, and took a few steps toward the front of the bus.