For several months now I had been fixated by the woman on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour.

I had first noticed her smartness business-like appearing, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around fifteen dissimilar suits, or combinations. She always had leotards or stockings with gorgeous high dog shoes.

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 lurch, she had been thrown back to the seat, a little messily, and there was that glimpse.

Her bearing seemed to glow disdain for her fellow traveller, or maybe, it was just add indifference.

I had studied her so closely, I couldn't believe at multiplication that she hadn't been mindful of my scrutiny, but she never showed any sign of the zodiac that she had.

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

I was a fairly confident somebody, but I reckoned that she left me standing. At sentence she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unfair of me.

I envied her lulu, her common sense of style, her posture, well, everything really.

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

Then came a day, when I was stood decently next to her, with the bus filled to capability. The inaugural thing I became cognizant of, was her perfume, not powerful, just subtly beautiful and obviously very expensive. I wished I knew what it was.

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

A few days later, I found myself stood succeeding to where she was seated. She was reading some brochure or former held in one hand, the other hired man holding the face of the rump in presence, steadying herself.

A rather orotund guy wanted to squeeze passed me, so I inched forward a fiddling but still, he pushed me further, the bus was as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became cognizant that the front of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My raw reaction was to try and propel 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 heavy to the hand, with no immediate leakage. Then he was passed and I could proceed away from the feeling.

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

The adult female's vocalism, agitate me from my thoughts,"Excuse me, would you listen, I need to get out,"a helping hand lightly touched my arm. It was her. I tried to nominate plenty infinite for her as I could but it hadn't really been enough, her arm was pressing on my white meat as she manoeuvred by, then she was gone.

My mammilla tingled in response to the touch modality, I could feel them stiffening and I was horrified, feeling them clearly pressing at my front line. I quickly sat in the now vacant bottom, as I pulled my Cardigan across my front. I self consciously looked to see whether anyone else had been aware of my frontal display. No one was, but had I seen the woman glance back at me as she got to the front of the bus ? There was now a definite frisson between my legs, I felt close to tears with embarrassment.

Further journey followed with her invariably some space from me. She showed not the flimsy awareness of me. Until one day, I had taken a vacated seat. The driver had shouted for people to,"Move along the bus please ”, as they do, and there she was, stood beside me, our positions reversed from the previous similar encounter.

On the same stretch of winding road where she'd had to fall on, I had to do the same. Her backside bumped against my helping 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 physical structure turned around, and exactly as had happened to me, someone wanted by.

My eyes were glued to my hand, foreign sentiment going through my judgment. Would her front man partake me ? I realised with a impact that it was what I was waiting for. Then it did, again just a brief swelling, seconds later though, it was repeated but seemed to press against my knuckles for farseeing. This happened various 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 look at her face. She was looking toward the front of the bus. Then I saw her as she reached for the ‘ stop'clitoris. My bridge player went between her legs as she stretched, I could actually feel the heat. Then she was gone.

I found that day a struggle, my view simply kept returning to the bus ride, how close her puss had been to my hired man, only separated by the material of her clothes. Each time my cerebration dwelt on it, I would palpate my font 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 vacuous, then I was sat with my panties around my ankles, furiously rubbing my clit. It must have been the quickest orgasm that I've ever had, my organic structure had needed the departure but it didn't take away the tension within me.

My thoughts for this fair sex 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 tint me. All this prison term, I had been unconsciously playing with my clit again. I felt another orgasm building up, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to suppose it was her wanking me, and I reached my other hand under, to drive my fingers up my snatch. I almost fell off the gutter seat, as I climaxed, it was shattering this time, mind-blowingly intense.

Some days later I was waiting for the bus, I now carried my coat, the rain had cleared and it was now quite warmly. 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 ass, I excused myself to the guy sat next to it and squeezed in.

It was a couple of plosive later when he stood to forget. Suddenly, she was there beside me. My ticker skipped and I knew I was flushing deep red, I just couldn't aid it.

It was barely a moment later when I felt her helping hand press against the exterior of my thigh. I went rigid with jolt, I couldn't motion, even had I wanted to. Her hand was hidden by the pelage 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 coat, 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 ramification. Her hand went beneath the hem and she was pushing my branch apart before her hired hand was gliding between my thighs.

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

I didn't want to, but I croaked a indulgent 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 min, I won't be capable to stop you, but I'm going to give you my card, will you ring me ?"

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

She took a circuit board from a pocketbook she'd had in her suit of clothes jacket,"You will peal ?"

"Yes, I promise."I looked at the card and saw that her name was angelique Miles Dewey Davis Jr., her job title astonished me, but then again, it did fit her double, she was Operations Director.

When I got to my work desk, I was the but one there. There are normally only three of us in my room. Of course, I thought, Beth was away on a course for a couple of days and Tim was on vacation. An ideal opportunity to phone Angelica right away. I waited nervously while the phone rang, then a strange interpreter answered,"unspoilt good morning, Ms Davis'office, how may I help ?"

Of course, I was thrown, I didn't know what to reply as I hadn't told angelica my name."Oh, er, she's expecting a call from me, jenny Peters."

"Ah, are you her travelling associate ?"

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

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

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

"And what do you dream about me, Jenny, please don't be shy with me, I think we can say that we've passed that point, don't you ?"

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

"How do you think of, touching you, jenny ass ? And do you do anything about it when you think of me ?"

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

"Yes, that was a nice feeling your knuckles rubbing into my pussycat. So come on, finish telling me what you did."

"I was so wet and tingly, I had to go and diddle 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 min. And then today when you touched me, I was so close again, if there had been one more stop I would give birth cum."

"Do you want to know what I'm doing now, jennet, just listening to your voice and your little story ? I have my chick pulled up and my scanty are around my mortise joint, my fingers are in my pussy and I'm wanking myself. Are you alone, can you bring together me ?"

I hitched my skirt, then pushed the crotch of my soaking wet step-in aside. My fingers dived on my clit,"I'm playing with my clit now, angelica, I do so bonk your name."

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

"Oh, yes please, I wish you would, and will you put some finger inside my pussy and wank me ?"So, I pushed three digit as trench as I could inside myself,"angelique, you've got three finger inside me now, it feels so nice."

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

I couldn't answer properly, I was already there, my climax 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 fuck !"

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

"I think I just peed myself, the level soaked. You made me cum so hard, I've got to scavenge up before someone comes,"then I giggled, realising what I had said.

"Jenny, can you get an good afternoon off, or maybe an broaden lunch gap ?"

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

"Yes, I want to see you today, in fact, I must see you today. Do your best, my picayune devotee. Thanks for making me cum by the way. Oh, and retain thinking about my puss that's waiting just for you."

I could have swooned, I was over the lunation, all my dreams were coming true. I couldn't wait for lunch time to get along around, the clock hands didn't seem to act. My boss had been quite well-chosen for me to take the afternoon off, there was naught very much going on.

I rang angelique's work, the secretarial assistant said she was in a get together but had been expecting me to telephone. She asked me what time I would be uncommitted and what my work reference was, explaining that a car would pick me up out front. It seemed an afterthought when she asked what I liked to wassail

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

My chauffeur driven car dropped me outside the window dressing of the vast construction, the number one wood opened my room access for me before I had time to do it myself, he pointed the chief entree,"The desk will be expecting you, Miss Peters."

The lift took me to the eleventh floor, I'd never been so high before. The door open to an incredibly expensive looking reception expanse, A smartness onetime Lady sat at a desk.

"You must be Jenny,"she said,"angelique wasn't faulty, you are very pretty,"she continued, giving me an appreciative looking. There was a twinkle in her eye when I blushed. She beckoned me to take after her and led me into an position, the like of which I've never seen.

A huge old geezer desk dominated one part of the room, versatile folders neatly stacked on it. The other half of the room had two massive brown leather couch, a beautiful large glass low mesa between them. There were a few early slice of furniture dotted about.

Two looking glass and a bottleful of flannel wine-colored in an ice bucket were on the table, next to them was a tray of chocolates.

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

I poured myself a glass, it was absolutely delectable, never have I tasted anything like it, I bet it was expensive. I studied the recording label, I'd never heard of it, quickly I jotted it down in my notebook, ‘ Pernand Vergelesses Prime Minister Cru 2015 ’. I knew it was a Bourgogne, it said so on the back, but other 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,"hullo, Jenny, my dear, sorry I kept you, something came up I needed to administer with, but now I'm unfreeze, there'll be no calls for at to the lowest degree the succeeding couple of time of day. Oh, I see you have some vino, I hope you like it ?"

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

"It's what I have for special visitant 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 glass then came and sat beside me, she chinked her glass to mine and said,"Here's to us,"then she took a sip. She took my methamphetamine hydrochloride from me and placed them both on the table. Her helping hand took hold of my own, her knee touch mine, as she studied my face."You're beautiful you know, now, will you snog me delight ?"As she pulled me towards her.

Now remember that I've never been kissed by a fair sex, I didn't know what to carry and I felt extremely skittish, but I watched her backtalk as they came close to mine.

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

Then she kissed me properly, I felt myself sink into her weapon. The kiss seemed to death forever, I was in Shangri-la, at end, this woman was touching me, I never wanted the kiss to end. Her tongue teased my mouth, I opened to her and her tongue came into my mouth, searching for my own, they danced together, turn and one shot they twirled, I felt myself shiver, even though the room was warm.

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

"angelique, please know me, I've been yearning for this minute, I'm not afraid anymore, severalize me what to do, what you want."

She broke from our buss, pushing up a lilliputian,"I want to see you, may I ?"As she reached for the buttons of my blouse. Slowly she undid them from the top initiative, she spread the blouse wider as she went, gradually exposing my bra. The thought crossed my mind, thank God I had one of my really pretty ace on today.

"Beautiful !"Was all she said.

Then she pulled me up so she could pull my blouse off,"A nominal head fastener, how convenient,"she said and snapped my bra apart. Her headway dropped to my breasts, I felt her hot breath before her lips fastened around a tit. It didn't get heavy, it couldn't, my nipples were both, already prominent and grueling than I had known before. Her tongue circled around and then I felt her dentition nip and twist, I gasped aloud, then I heard her say,"You like that, mmm, so do I."

She came back up to snog me, as I felt her hired man at my waist, they were unfastening my skirt. She sat up and slid away from me, as her manus took keep of my skirt and panties at the same prison term, then she eased them down, with her eyes fastened on my physical structure as more than and more was uncovered. I lifted my hip joint to ease the way, then they were off. I lay still as her gaze feasted, she was smiling.

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

Her face leaned down to my heap and her rim kissed, her digit now very lightly tracing over the back talk to my cunt, I could barely feel them, but it was decent to make me clench. Her lips followed her finger down,"You smell divine, my love, I knew you would."

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

My handwriting were at my breasts and I tweaked and pulled on my nipples.

Fingers were now easing inside me, feeling me, caressing my interior, it was so gentle and loving. I almost shouted when her lip enfolded my clit. She had pulled one of my legs off the sofa and now knelt between my second joint. Her mouth continued to work at my clit, sucking, nibbling, and kissing.

I could feel my soundbox responding, it was reaching for a orgasm. She felt my importunity,"Cum for me child, let it go."I convulsed violently, my pelvic girdle thrusting to gather her, then I was on a wave, the orgasm driving me violent, I could take heed the strange noise I was making, I didn't caution, this woman was taking me somewhere I'd never been before.

She was stroking my face, gentle osculation on my brim,"Did you like that little one ?"

I grabbed her font and pulled her backtalk hard to mine, and I kissed her operose than I knew I could. A kiss built of passion and the making 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 mouthful even though I knew it was wrong. 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 work force over her, feeling her shape, her shoulder, the gibbosity of her tit and her hips. I pressed a little between her legs as she spread them wider.

I unbuttoned her jacket crown, folding it carefully, to place on the table. Then I felt the abstract of her bosom, squeezing through the material.

I leaned and kissed her throat, as my fingers worked on her blouse. then I was kissing the top of her breasts, I was now do-or-die to see them. I lost my will to go slowly and snatched her blouse off her shoulders to let it flow behind. She saw my need, so she reached behind to undo her bra, easing the straps from her shoulders until it fell away.

I gazed in awe at the beauty of her white meat, I hadn't seen another adult female's before, I was dumbstruck, I just stared.

Finally, she reached and pulled my header to her, I opened my oral fissure to take a nipple between my lips, it felt so good, I could've sucked forever.

Her custody took cargo deck of mine, guiding them to her skirt top, I found the release and then the slide fastener, and eased it down over her ass. I pushed the book binding of her doll down as she gave a wiggle, then it was in a heap at her ankle 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 ramification wider.

Her helping hand guided my header to her stomach, I took the hint, planting buss everywhere. My fingers lowered the top of her panties, my mouth following. I came to a tiny triangle of hairsbreadth and I paused for my tongue to trickle through it.

My fingers were tracing up her stocking clad ramification, to the suspenders that held them up. I hadn't actually seen them on a somebody before, only pictures in fashion magazines, they felt erotic to me. I found her panty, then I had a jolt, they were the crotchless case, this was even more erotic. I could feel her lips bulging through the initiative, much larger lips than mine. I allowed my fingers to gently play with them.

My spit dropped away from her hair and was at her snatch. My fingers opened her, my tongue diving event in, the taste was wonderful. I had thought that I might not like it, but now I knew how wrong I'd been. I dipped, licked and sucked, getting as a lot of her as I could. I moved my tongue, seeking for her release, my digit filling the blank space my tongue had left.

Her button was also larger than mine, not huge but quite apparent, protruding from its hood. My lips went to it, first I kissed it, over and over, then allowed my tongue to ride at it.

I heard booklet go flying to the floor as she lay back on the desk, her legs coming to my shoulders."jennet, for God's saki, fuck me,"

I worked my digit in and out of her, harder and faster, at the same time nibbling her clit between my teeth. My early hired hand found her ass, I had only intended for it to oblige her, but somehow I felt her ass hole.

"Yes, disturb me there, fingerbreadth my ass."

I explored where I had never been before, I felt her ass gob 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 other finger's breadth 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 metre, with just a niggling pressure I felt it cave in, my finger slid inside to be gripped loaded. Encouraged, I pressed even harder, then my whole finger was disappearing into the heat of her depths, she ground her ass down forcing me even further, I began to slip it in and out, as she bucked in time with my fingering.

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

"Jenny, I'm going to cum, you're making me cum, severely now !"She held me mean, with her hands and leg as her whole body tensed before she convulsed to my efforts.

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

Her words made my spunk sing and I cried binge 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 love of the moment.

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

Trying to sustain my vox steady, I asked her,"Do you really eff 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. 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 go for that I'd found that love with you, I think I have, would like to be my girlfriend."

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

She whispered in my ear,"Will you come house with me tonight ? I don't fuck your situation, in fact, I don't know anything about you but I do be intimate I that want to bang everything there is. I want to spend a penny you happy."

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

The end .