For several calendar month now I had been fixated by the adult female on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour.

I had first noticed her smart business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around 15 different suits, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous high heel shoe.

I knew she sometimes wore stockings because I saw the top of one when she was in the middle of rising from her seat and the bus gave a sudden stagger, she had been thrown back to the behind, a petty messily, and there was that glimpse.

Her armorial bearing seemed to radiate despite for her comrade traveller, or maybe, it was just number indifference.

I had studied her so closely, I couldn't believe at times that she hadn't been aware of my scrutiny, but she never showed any preindication that she had.

I guessed her to be, probably, eight to ten years quondam than my twenty.

I was a fairly surefooted mortal, but I reckoned that she left me standing. At times she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unfair of me.

I envied her beauty, her sense of fashion, her heraldic bearing, well, everything really.

To this power point, I hadn't had, not even the vaguest, sexual cerebration about her, it's not what it was about, it was simply fascination.

Then came a day, when I was stood right next to her, with the bus filled to capacity. The get-go matter I became aware of, was her essence, not powerful, just subtly beautiful and obviously very expensive. I wished I knew what it was.

Several times, I was pushed against her, not much Thomas More than a touch, but enough to give me a false sense of intimacy with her. She, however, showed not the slightest sign of noticing.

A few days later, I found myself stood next to where she was seated. She was reading some leaflet or other held in one hand, the former bridge player holding the English of the bottom in front end, steadying herself.

A rather boastfully guy wanted to squeeze passed me, so I inched forward a trivial but still, he pushed me further, the bus was as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became aware that the nominal head of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My born reaction was to try and displace back but I found that I couldn't, the guy doing the squeezing by, was simply too big. I fact, my crotch was now pressed quite heavily to the mitt, with no immediate dodging. Then he was passed and I could move away from the sense of touch.

I glanced at her, but just, as usual, there was no indication that she'd even noticed. I, however, felt myself flush, the touch had been electrical and I realised that it had excited me. I felt disgusted with myself for such feelings.

The womanhood's voice, shook me from my thoughts,"Excuse me, would you beware, I need to get out,"a hand lightly touched my arm. It was her. I tried to create sufficiency blank space for her as I could but it hadn't really been enough, her arm was pressing on my titty as she manoeuvred by, then she was gone.

My mammilla tingled in reception to the touch, I could feel them stiffening and I was horrified, feeling them clearly pressing at my front. I quickly sat in the now vacant backside, as I pulled my cardigan across my figurehead. I self consciously looked to see whether anyone else had been mindful of my frontal video display. No one was, but had I seen the cleaning lady glance back at me as she got to the presence of the bus ? There was now a definite tingle between my leg, I felt closely to bout with embarrassment.

Further journeying followed with her invariably some space from me. She showed not the slightest awareness of me. Until one day, I had taken a overturn seat. The driver had shouted for masses to,"motion along the bus please ”, as they do, and there she was, stood beside me, our lieu reversed from the previous standardised encounter.

On the Lapp stretch of twisty road where she'd had to hang on, I had to do the Lapplander. Her backside bumped against my hand, then was gone. It was repeated once or twice more. I was staring at her ass, thinking what a beautiful SHAPE it was. As I looked, her body turned around, and exactly as had happened to me, someone wanted by.

My eyes were glued to my hand, unusual thoughts going through my mind. Would her front contact me ? I realised with a shock that it was what I was waiting for. Then it did, again just a brief hump, seconds later though, it was repeated but seemed to press against my knucks for longer. This happened various Thomas More times until the bus hit a bad bump and I felt her crotch grinding on my hand.

I dragged my eyes away, trying to sneak a aspect at her face. She was looking toward the presence of the bus. Then I saw her as she reached for the ‘ stay'push button. My hand went between her stage as she stretched, I could actually feel the heat. Then she was gone.

I found that day a struggle, my thoughts simply kept returning to the bus ride, how close her pussy had been to my hand, only separated by the cloth of her clothes. Each time my thoughts dwelt on it, I would feel my boldness get hot and my panties were definitely getting wet, I found myself pressing my fingers down between my legs.

Finally, I gave in, I rushed to the washroom, thank God it was empty, then I was sat with my pantie around my mortise joint, furiously rubbing my clit. It must have been the quickest orgasm that I've ever had, my eubstance had needed the release but it didn't take away the tension within me.

My thoughts for this cleaning lady had now changed. I craved for her touch.

I sat there for ages with my eyes closed, dreaming of her consistence against mine, even of her undressing me and then to reach me. All this time, I had been unconsciously playing with my clitoris again. I felt another orgasm building up, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to envisage it was her wanking me, and I reached my other hand under, to force my fingers up my pussy. I almost fell off the stool arse, as I climaxed, it was shattering this metre, mind-blowingly intense.

Some days later I was waiting for the bus, I now carried my coat, the rainwater had cleared and it was now quite warm. When I had got on, I saw her standing further along the bus but she didn't look my way. There was a vacant window seat, I excused myself to the guy sat side by side to it and squeezed in.

It was a brace of stops later when he stood to go away. Suddenly, she was there beside me. My heart skipped and I knew I was flushing deep red, I just couldn't assist it.

It was barely a moment later when I felt her handwriting press against the outside of my thigh. I went rigid with cushion, I couldn't move, even had I wanted to. Her handwriting was hidden by the coat laid over my lap.

Her eyes gazed down the bus as if everything were normal. But they weren't ! Her digit caressed along my leg, sometimes gently squeezing. My hands were clenched together on top of my pelage, I could see the knuckles turning white. The hand was on top of my leg, I felt her grip my skirt and then it was sliding up my branch. Her hand went beneath the hem and she was pushing my peg apart before her mitt was gliding between my thighs.

I heard her vox, just a whisper,"You've been waiting for this, haven't you ?"

I didn't want to, but I croaked a soft suspiration of,"Yes."

She was rubbing hard at my button, as I tried desperately to sit still in my seat.

"My stops coming in a arcminute, I won't be able to polish off you, but I'm going to make you my plug-in, will you phone me ?"

"Yes, I will, as soon as I get to work."

She took a wag from a wallet she'd had in her suit jacket,"You will call up ?"

"Yes, I promise."I looked at the board and saw that her name was Angelica John Davis, her job title astonished me, but then again, it did fit her image, she was Operations Director.

When I got to my work desk, I was the only one there. There are normally only three of us in my room. Of course, I thought, Beth was away on a trend for a couple of days and Tim was on vacation. An ideal opportunity to telephone set Angelica right away. I waited nervously while the phone rang, then a foreign voice answered,"full morning, Ms Bette Davis'government agency, how may I help oneself ?"

Of course of instruction, I was thrown, I didn't know what to serve as I hadn't told Angelica my figure."Oh, er, she's expecting a margin call from me, jennet Peters."

"Ah, are you her travelling familiar ?"

That was easy,"Yes, that's me."

Seconds later, a more conversant voice came on,"You called then, your name's Jenny, my repository William Tell me. I did hope you would, I was a little upset that I might have pushed you a little too quickly on the bus, did I ?"

"No, you didn't. I know I was nervous, but I've been dreaming about you for ages."

"And what do you stargaze about me, William Le Baron Jenny, please don't be shy with me, I think we can say that we've passed that detail, don't you ?"

But I did feel shy, I've never spoken to anyone about this sort of thing, and I really didn't expect it to be a woman if I did."I, well, I think about you touching me."

"How do you entail, touching you, Jenny ? And do you do anything about it when you think of me ?"

"After you rubbed against my handwriting that day, I had a terrible day at work, I kept thinking of your front rubbing my hand and I got very hot and bothered, I had to go to the washroom."

"Yes, that was a prissy feeling your knuckle duster rubbing into my puss. So come on, end telling me what you did."

"I was so wet and tingly, I had to go and represent with myself and while I did, I pretended it was you doing it to me."

"And ?"She asked.

"I had two orgasms in a few minutes. And then today when you touched me, I was so close again, if there had been one more stop I would have cum."

"Do you want to bang what I'm doing now, jenny, just listening to your voice and your piffling narrative ? I have my skirt pulled up and my panties are around my ankles, my fingerbreadth are in my pussy and I'm wanking myself. Are you alone, can you join me ?"

I hitched my skirt, then pushed the crotch of my soaking wet scanty aside. My fingers dived on my clit,"I'm acting with my clit now, Angelica, I do so love your name."

"I wish that was me playing with you right now, Jenny, can I kiss your lilliputian clit for you ?"

"Oh, yes please, I wish you would, and will you put some digit inside my twat and wank me ?"So, I pushed three fingers as cryptical as I could inside myself,"angelica, you've got three fingerbreadth inside me now, it feels so nice."

"fucking !"Jenny, I'm going to cum, are you make to cum for me yet ?"Her parole shocked me, they didn't fit her image at all.

I couldn't solution properly, I was already there, my orgasm was building fast,"Ohhhhhh, I, oh shiiiiiiit !"I stammered as it hit me

I could hear Angelica moaning and saying,"That's it, cum for me baby."

Then I was soaked,"Oh roll in the hay !"

"What's the matter, baby ? Tell me."

"I think I just piss myself, the floor soaked. You made me cum so hard, I've got to clean up before person comes,"then I giggled, realising what I had said.

"Jenny, can you get an good afternoon off, or maybe an extended lunch open frame ?"

"I'll see what I can do and then ring you, is that okay ?"

"Yes, I want to see you today, in fact, I must see you today. Do your intimately, my little lover. Thanks for making me cum by the way. Oh, and keep thinking about my pussy that's waiting just for you."

I could have swooned, I was over the moon, all my pipe dream were coming true. I couldn't wait for luncheon time to come around, the clock hands didn't seem to proceed. My boss had been quite felicitous for me to take the afternoon off, there was goose egg very much going on.

I rang angelique's work, the secretarial assistant said she was in a encounter but had been expecting me to shout. She asked me what time I would be usable and what my work address was, explaining that a car would beak me up out front. It seemed an reconsideration when she asked what I liked to drink

Wow ! I thought, little me being picked up by a company car, that'll give them something to talk about around the office.

My chauffeur driven car dropped me outside the frontage of the immense building, the driver opened my threshold for me before I had time to do it myself, he pointed the master entrance,"The desk will be expecting you, girl Peters."

The airlift took me to the eleventh flooring, I'd never been so high before. The room access spread to an incredibly expensive looking receipt area, A smart older lady sat at a desk.

"You must be Jenny,"she said,"Angelica wasn't awry, you are very pretty,"she continued, giving me an appreciative look. There was a scintillation in her eye when I blushed. She beckoned me to abide by her and led me into an office, the like of which I've never seen.

A huge antique desk dominated one percentage of the way, various folders neatly stacked on it. The early half of the room had two massive brown leather sofas, a beautiful magnanimous glass low table between them. There were a few other while of furniture dotted about.

Two ice and a bottle of white wine in an ice bucketful were on the table, next to them was a tray of chocolates.

"angelica asked me to apologise, she won't be very long. Help yourself to some wine-coloured and make yourself comfortable, you won't be disturbed by anyone."

I poured myself a glass, it was absolutely scrumptious, never have I tasted anything like it, I bet it was expensive. I studied the label, I'd never heard of it, quickly I jotted it down in my notebook, ‘ Pernand Vergelesses Premier Cru 2015 ’. I knew it was a Burgundy, it said so on the back, but former than that, it meant nothing, except I loved it. ( author's note ; £46 a feeding bottle )

I had only just sat on the sofa, when Angelica walked in,"Hello, Jenny, my love, sorry I kept you, something came up I needed to deal with, but now I'm free, there'll be no calls for at to the lowest degree the next couplet of hours. Oh, I see you have some vino, I hope you like it ?"

"It's unbelievable, you're spoiling me, it must cost a bomb."

"It's what I have for special visitors and you're certainly that,"Angelica told me. I knew I was blushing again, she seemed to make me do that a lot, but I did feel pleased.

She poured herself a drinking glass then came and sat beside me, she chinked her crank to mine and said,"Here's to us,"then she took a sip. She took my glass from me and placed them both on the table. Her hands took hold of my own, her articulatio genus touching mine, as she studied my face."You're beautiful you know, now, will you kiss me please ?"As she pulled me towards her.

Now remember that I've never been kissed by a woman, I didn't know what to expect and I felt extremely neural, but I watched her back talk as they came close to mine.

Her backtalk were so flabby, so gentle as they feathered mine, I looked up at her eyes, she was still watching me. She whispered to me,"Let yourself go, my passion, don't be afraid, you want to love me, I can see it in your eyes, and I so want to love you."

Then she kissed me properly, I felt myself sink into her arm. The kiss seemed to endure forever, I was in Eden, at lowest, this woman was touching me, I never wanted the kiss to end. Her tongue teased my lips, I opened to her and her lingua came into my mouth, searching for my own, they danced together, rhythm and round they twirled, I felt myself frisson, even though the room was warm.

She pressed me back, to lay on the couch, as her mitt cupped my breast. I heard myself moaning softly from deep in my throat as she caressed and squeezed my titty, I stroked along her arm to her script and then pressed it harder to me.

"angelique, please love me, I've been yearning for this moment, I'm not afraid anymore, tell me what to do, what you want."

She broke from our kiss, pushing up a little,"I want to see you, may I ?"As she reached for the push button of my blouse. Slowly she undid them from the top first, she spread the blouse wider as she went, gradually exposing my bra. The thought crossed my psyche, thank God I had one of my really pretty ones on today.

"Beautiful !"Was all she said.

Then she pulled me up so she could deplumate my blouse off,"A front fastening, how convenient,"she said and snapped my bra apart. Her head dropped to my breasts, I felt her hot breath before her sass fastened around a teat. It didn't get freehanded, it couldn't, my nipples were both, already larger and harder than I had known before. Her tongue circled around and then I felt her teeth nip and pull, I gasped aloud, then I heard her say,"You like that, mmm, so do I."

She came back up to kiss me, as I felt her hands at my waist, they were unfastening my skirt. She sat up and slid away from me, as her hands took hold of my skirt and panties at the same time, then she eased them down, with her eyes fastened on my body as more and more was uncovered. I lifted my hip joint to ease the way, then they were off. I lay still as her regard feasted, she was smiling.

A helping hand came to fondle my venter, her fingers tracing in circles as she teased."No hair,"I just heard her whisper.

Her look leaned down to my mound and her lips kissed, her fingers now very lightly tracing over the lips to my pussy, I could barely feel them, but it was enough to make me clasp. Her sassing followed her finger's breadth down,"You smell divine, my love, I knew you would."

Her glossa probed, and I jerked hard, as she then delved between my lips, it was bliss.

My hired hand were at my boob and I tweaked and pulled on my nipples.

Fingers were now easing inside me, feeling me, caressing my inside, it was so placate and loving. I almost shouted when her sass enfolded my clitoris. She had pulled one of my legs off the lounge and now knelt between my thighs. Her rima oris continued to work on at my clit, sucking, nibbling, and kissing.

I could feel my dead body responding, it was reaching for a climax. She felt my importunity,"Cum for me baby, let it go."I convulsed violently, my rose hip thrusting to meet her, then I was on a wave, the orgasm driving me wild, I could hear the strange noises I was making, I didn't care, this womanhood was taking me somewhere I'd never been before.

She was stroking my nerve, gentle kiss on my lips,"Did you like that little one ?"

I grabbed her face and pulled her backtalk hard to mine, and I kissed her operose than I knew I could. A snog built of passion and the love I knew I felt for her."Wow,"she said,"that was some kiss."

She reached for our wine and passed me mine, I gulped a taste even though I knew it was legal injury. I needed it.

"Will you undress for me now please, Angelica ?"

She stood, pulling me up with her,"No, you undress me."

I smiled and ran my men over her, feeling her shape, her shoulder, the swelling of her breast and her hips. I pressed a little between her legs as she spread them wider.

I unbuttoned her jacket, folding it carefully, to place on the tabular array. Then I felt the schema of her knocker, squeezing through the material.

I leaned and kissed her throat, as my finger's breadth worked on her blouse. then I was kissing the top of her breasts, I was now desperate to see them. I lost my will to go slowly and snatched her blouse off her shoulder joint to let it fall behind. She saw my pauperization, so she reached behind to untie her bra, easing the straps from her shoulder joint until it fell away.

I gazed in awe at the mantrap of her breasts, I hadn't seen another woman's before, I was dumbstruck, I just stared.

Finally, she reached and pulled my head to her, I opened my backtalk to take a teat between my lips, it felt so undecomposed, I could've sucked forever.

Her hands took clench of mine, guiding them to her skirt top, I found the button and then the zipper, and eased it down over her ass. I pushed the backbone of her annulus down as she gave a squirm, then it was in a cumulation at her mortise joint.

She stepped out from it, then pulling me with her, she walked backwards to her desk. Her bum rested against it as she spread her pegleg wider.

Her hands guided my header to her tum, I took the hint, planting kiss everywhere. My fingers lowered the top of her panties, my mouth following. I came to a lilliputian Triangulum of pilus and I paused for my tongue to trickle through it.

My finger's breadth were tracing up her stocking clad legs, to the brace that held them up. I hadn't actually seen them on a person before, only pictures in mode powder magazine, they felt titillating to me. I found her panties, then I had a jolt, they were the crotchless eccentric, this was even more erotic. I could feel her lips bulging through the opening, much larger backtalk than mine. I allowed my fingerbreadth to gently play with them.

My tongue dropped away from her whisker and was at her pussy. My digit opened her, my glossa diving in, the taste was wonderful. I had thought that I might not like it, but now I knew how improper I'd been. I dipped, licked and sucked, getting as very much of her as I could. I moved my tongue, seeking for her button, my fingerbreadth filling the blank my glossa had left.

Her clit was also larger than mine, not huge but quite evident, protruding from its hood. My brim went to it, first I kissed it, over and over, then allowed my tongue to loosen at it.

I heard pamphlet go flying to the story as she lay back on the desk, her ramification coming to my shoulders."jenny, for God's sake, get it on me,"

I worked my fingers in and out of her, harder and faster, at the same time nibbling her button between my teeth. My other hand found her ass, I had only intended for it to hold her, but somehow I felt her ass hole.

"Yes, touch me there, finger my ass."

I explored where I had never been before, I felt her ass golf hole pucker as I touched it, I pressed into it but it didn't open to me. I realised it was dry and my finger needed lubricating, so I joined it with my early digit that were wanking her pussy, it was oozing wetness.

My finger's breadth went back to her ass and again I tried to enter her, this time, with just a piddling pressure I felt it reach, my finger's breadth slid inside to be gripped pixilated. Encouraged, I pressed even harder, then my unscathed finger's breadth was disappearing into the heat of her depths, she ground her ass down forcing me even further, I began to slide it in and out, as she bucked in time with my fingering.

Her thighs were gripping my head, her fingers in my fuzz as she writhed against me, she was now moaning loudly.

"Jenny, I'm going to cum, you're making me cum, gruelling now !"She held me tight, with her hired man and ramification as her unharmed body tensed before she convulsed to my efforts.

Her legs fell away, her hands pulling at my mind to bring me up and over her body. I lay on top as she pulled me into a pie-eyed embracement,"My beautiful lover, my God I love you."

Her Scripture made my affection sing and I cried tears of joy, I had pleased this woman that I now realised I loved so deeply. She had said she loved me, I so hoped it was meant and not just said in the passion of the moment.

We returned to the sofa, her holding my hand. We drank more wine and she unwrapped a chocolate to exhort it between my backtalk. She was staring into my eyes.

Trying to keep my interpreter steady, I asked her,"Do you really fuck me, angelica ? I mean proper love."

She softly touched my cheek,"Yes I do baby, I've desperately wanted a new love in my life history. I've seen how you've been looking at me for calendar week, I've seen how you blush when I've brushed against you. I had begun to hope that I'd found that love with you, I think I have, would care to be my girlfriend."

I gave a dreadful girlish squeal, then jumped into her arms.

She whispered in my ear,"will you come base with me tonight ? I don't experience your situation, in fact, I don't know anything about you but I do know I that want to know everything there is. I want to make you happy."

I cried into her neck as I cuddled her to me and kissed her shoulders."angelique, I've loved you for ages, I just wouldn't admit it to myself, I didn't know I could love a fair sex but now I know I can and I do."

The end .