No

Amy stopped near the driver, who said, "you getting off?" She walked a couple steps back toward the man, which the bus driver read as a "no," and he pulled away.

The man in the blue suit stood up. "You missed your stop."

"I guess so," said Amy. She reached her hand out for his pants again, finding his dick underneath the material. She grabbed it, and pulled the man toward her. In the process, she bumped an older man who was standing, holding the rail.

"Excuse me," she said.

"Don't worry about it." He glanced over his shoulder. "Just -- if you're gonna stand here and give that guy a hand job, just be careful not bang into other people too much."

Amy couldn't believe what he just said. She was sure no one had noticed the way she touched the man in the blue suit -- and yet this guy made a very clear and specific reference to it.

"Sir, forgive me, but -- did you say I was giving a, um, hand job to this guy here?"

"Yeah," said the older man. "Look, it's cool and all, I just think you should be careful of your elbows and stuff. We're not all getting hand jobs." He paused, and then looked at her. "Are we?"

"No!" she said.

"No, of course not. I didn't mean to assume anything."

"No, I mean no, this guy isn't getting a hand job either! I'm not giving hand jobs to anyone!" Of course, her hand was literally groping and practically jerking the cock under the pants of the man in the blue suit. "Wait, sorry, I don't know why I'm doing this!"

The man in the blue suit put his own hand on top of Amy's. "Please, don't let this guy throw you off your game." He let go again, and Amy kept rubbing. Her stroking got more intense, and the man's cock hardened further in his pants.

Amy looked at him. "I don't really know what came over me. It's not like me to do this ... on the bus ... in front of people?" She looked around at other people on the bus. "Why don't they seem to notice?"

The man in the blue suit shrugged. "Who knows?" He leaned his head back and pressed his dick into her. "I don't know if you'd enjoy it, but if you wanted to pull my cock out and suck on it, I wouldn't stop you."

Amy's heart skipped a beat. "Seriously?" She continued in a whisper, "right here?"

The man gyrated his hips toward her.

"So I should just ..." she paused, unsure. "I should just ... kneel down." She knelt. "And unzip your pants." She unzipped his pants. "And reach in and pull out your, um ..."

"My cock," he offered.

"Right, your cock." She reached in and pulled out his throbbing dick. "My gosh, that's big." She looked around again. "Are you sure this is normal? It doesn't feel normal. But maybe it is?"

"Seems fine to me," said the man.

Amy held his large cock in her hands. She hesitantly moved her mouth toward it, and separated her lips. She tongued the tip of it, and then licked her lips. In the next move, she wrapped her mouth around the man's penis, and took nearly the entire length of it into her mouth. She pulled it straight out again and gasped. "Holy moly, that's a mouthful!"

"Not sure if you know this, but it's pretty standard to suck more than once?"

Amy laughed. "I know that!" She wasn't totally sure she knew that, but didn't want to admit it. She lowered her mouth on the man's cock again, this time moving her head back and forth, creating a soft, moist friction with her own lips and tongue.

She worked her head around his dick, back and forth, creating circles, adding her hands to the shaft for extra stimulation.

The man held her hair gently, and an one point said, "Look, I'm supposed to get off at the next stop. I don't want to rush you, but would it be okay if we finished before that?"

Amy pulled his dick out of her mouth, and said, "Sure! I mean, I still don't really know why this is all happening here, but let's go, let's finish!" She stopped. "What does that mean for you?"

He laughed. "Well, it means that I'm going to come to a climax, and --"

"Oh, that kind of finish! I see!"

"I don't know what you'd like best, but if I can come on your face, I think that would be good. What do you think?"

"Sure, sounds great!" Amy figured that if he was having a good time, she might as well have a good time. "I'll rub your, um, your cock ... right? And then, you'll shoot your, well, your stuff out, and on me, right?"

He smiled. "Here we go, are you ready?"

Amy had no idea if she was ready. "Yes," she said confidently. "I am ready. Ready for you, ready for --" He had been jerking his cock, and before she could finish her sentence, he was bucking backward and erupting forward. His shot of jizz landed on her face, trickling her nose, mouth, and chin. "Whoa, that's warm!"

He laughed, and shot out two more smaller loads, one hitting Amy's eye, one landing on her shirt. He rubbed the tip of his dick on her nose and into her mouth.

"Well, okay then," said Amy. "That was a thing that happened!"

The man in the blue suit took a handkerchief out of his pocket. He wiped off the end of his dick and tucked it back into his pants, which he then zipped up. "That was a real treat. Thanks for doing that."

"Boy oh boy, I guess it was!" said Amy. "What a weird way to start the day, but heck, it was fun!"

"It sure was. Have a nice day!" The man got off the bus, and walked away in the opposite direction.

Amy looked at her watch, saw that it was nearly 9:00, and hoped the bus would loop back around soon so she could get to work. She took the seat where the man in the blue suit had been. Using her fingers, she wiped come from her face, and without even realizing it, sucked it off her fingers, and swallowed. She did this until her face was relatively clean. She wiped up what was on her shirt.

A woman across the bus looked at her and said, "You'll need a Tide stick or something for that blouse, honey."

Amy looked up and down the bus, again not clear if anyone had seen what had just transpired. With no other input from the bus folks, she said "thank you" to the woman, and sat back in her seat.