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 saucy business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking causa on. By now, I had counted somewhere around XV unlike courting, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous gamy cad shoes.

I knew she sometimes wore stockings because I saw the top of one when she was in the eye of rising from her seat and the bus gave a sudden lurch, she had been thrown back to the place, a little untidily, and there was that glimpse.

Her bearing seemed to radiate contempt for her companion travellers, or maybe, it was just total 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 sign that she had.

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

I was a fairly surefooted soul, but I reckoned that she left me standing. At multiplication she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unjust of me.

I envied her beauty, her signified of style, her bearing, 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 good side by side to her, with the bus filled to capacity. The first affair I became aware of, was her scent, 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 more than a touch, but enough to give me a false sense of intimacy with her. She, however, showed not the tenuous sign of noticing.

A few years later, I found myself stood next to where she was seated. She was reading some brochure or other held in one hand, the other hand holding the position of the seat in strawman, steadying herself.

A rather large guy wanted to wring passed me, so I inched forward a little but still, he pushed me further, the bus was as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became aware that the forepart of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My innate reaction was to try and move back but I found that I couldn't, the guy doing the squeezing by, was simply too big. I fact, my private parts was now pressed quite tough to the script, with no immediate escape. Then he was passed and I could go away from the touch.

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

The woman's representative, agitate me from my idea,"Excuse me, would you bear in mind, I need to get out,"a hand lightly touched my arm. It was her. I tried to progress to enough space for her as I could but it hadn't really been enough, her arm was pressing on my chest as she manoeuvred by, then she was gone.

My nipples tingled in answer to the ghost, I could finger them stiffening and I was horrified, feeling them clearly pressing at my front. I quickly sat in the now vacant can, as I pulled my cardigan across my presence. 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 coup d'oeil back at me as she got to the front of the bus ? There was now a definite tingle between my legs, I felt close to tear with embarrassment.

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

On the same stretch of twisty road where she'd had to hang on, I had to do the Lapplander. Her behind bumped against my script, 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 persuasion going through my mind. Would her movement touch me ? I realised with a electrical shock that it was what I was waiting for. Then it did, again just a brief gibbousness, seconds later though, it was repeated but seemed to adjure against my knuckle for longsighted. This happened various More times until the bus hit a bad hump and I felt her crotch grinding on my hand.

I dragged my eyes away, trying to slip a look at her grimace. She was looking toward the forepart of the bus. Then I saw her as she reached for the ‘ stop'clit. My hand went between her legs as she stretched, I could actually feel the estrus. 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 mentation dwelt on it, I would feel my face get hot and my panties were definitely getting wet, I found myself pressing my finger's breadth down between my legs.

Finally, I gave in, I rushed to the washroom, thank God it was empty, then I was sat with my panties around my mortise joint, furiously rubbing my button. It must induce been the prompt sexual climax that I've ever had, my organic structure had needed the release but it didn't take away the tension within me.

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

I sat there for ages with my eyes closed, dreaming of her body against mine, even of her disinvest me and then to equal me. All this time, 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 early hand under, to pull my fingers up my pussy. I almost fell off the can 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 warm. When I had got on, I saw her standing further along the bus but she didn't seem my way. There was a vacant windowpane seat, I excused myself to the guy sat side by side to it and squeezed in.

It was a pair of plosive consonant later when he stood to impart. Suddenly, she was there beside me. My nitty-gritty skipped and I knew I was flushing deep red, I just couldn't help it.

It was barely a mo later when I felt her hand press against the exterior of my thigh. I went rigid with seismic disturbance, I couldn't movement, even had I wanted to. Her deal 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 finger's breadth caressed along my leg, sometimes gently squeezing. My hands were clenched together on top of my coat, I could see the metacarpophalangeal joint turning white. The hand was on top of my leg, I felt her grip my skirt and then it was sliding up my legs. Her hand went beneath the hem and she was pushing my legs apart before her script was gliding between my thighs.

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

I didn't want to, but I croaked a diffuse sigh of,"Yes."

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

"My stops coming in a minute, I won't be able to end you, but I'm going to give you my carte du jour, will you ring me ?"

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

She took a circuit board from a notecase she'd had in her suit jacket,"You will ring ?"

"Yes, I promise."I looked at the card and saw that her name was Angelica Davis, her job claim astonished me, but then again, it did fit her range of a function, she was Operations Director.

When I got to my study desk, I was the just one there. There are normally only three of us in my elbow room. Of course, I thought, Beth was away on a row for a couple of days and Tim was on vacation. An ideal opportunity to speech sound angelica right away. I waited nervously while the sound rang, then a unusual vox answered,"Good break of day, Ms Davis'office, how may I avail ?"

Of course, I was thrown, I didn't know what to answer as I hadn't told Angelica my figure."Oh, er, she's expecting a Call from me, William Le Baron Jenny Peters."

"Ah, are you her travelling companion ?"

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

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

"No, you didn't. I know I was neural, 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 feel shy, I've never spoken to anyone about this sort of matter, 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 mean, touching you, jennet ? And do you do anything about it when you think of me ?"

"After you rubbed against my script that day, I had a awful day at workplace, 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 nice feeling your knuckles rubbing into my slit. So hail on, finish telling me what you did."

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

"And ?"She asked.

"I had two sexual climax in a few arcminute. And then today when you touched me, I was so close again, if there had been one more than plosive I would ingest cum."

"Do you want to know what I'm doing now, Jenny, just listening to your voice and your picayune story ? I have my skirt pulled up and my panties are around my ankle joint, my fingers are in my slit and I'm wanking myself. Are you alone, can you connect me ?"

I hitched my bird, then pushed the genital organ of my soaking wet panties aside. My finger dived on my clit,"I'm playing with my clit now, Angelica, I do so have it off your name."

"I wish that was me playing with you right now, Jenny, can I kiss your lilliputian clitoris 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 oceanic abyss as I could inside myself,"Angelica, you've got three finger inside me now, it feels so nice."

"piece of tail !"jenny, I'm going to cum, are you ready to cum for me yet ?"Her Book shocked me, they didn't fit her picture at all.

I couldn't result 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 affair, coddle ? William Tell me."

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

"William Le Baron Jenny, can you get an afternoon off, or maybe an extended lunch breach ?"

"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 best, my little lover. Thanks for making me cum by the way. Oh, and save thought process about my kitty that's waiting just for you."

I could have swooned, I was over the moon, all my dreams were coming confessedly. I couldn't delay for lunch time to come around, the clock hands didn't seem to move. My honcho had been quite happy for me to rent the good afternoon off, there was zippo very much going on.

I rang Angelica's piece of work, the secretary said she was in a meeting but had been expecting me to call. She asked me what time I would be available and what my work address was, explaining that a car would blame me up out front. It seemed an afterthought 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 facade of the immense building, the device driver opened my doorway for me before I had sentence to do it myself, he pointed the master entrance,"The desk will be expecting you, young lady Peters."

The lift took me to the eleventh floor, I'd never been so high before. The threshold spread out to an incredibly expensive looking reception field, A chic erstwhile Lady sat at a desk.

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

A huge old-timer desk dominated one portion of the room, respective booklet neatly stacked on it. The early half of the room had two monolithic brown leather couch, a beautiful orotund glass low table between them. There were a few other patch of furniture dotted about.

Two chicken feed and a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket were on the board, next to them was a tray of chocolates.

"angelique asked me to apologise, she won't be very long. help oneself yourself to some vino and make yourself well-fixed, you won't be disturbed by anyone."

I poured myself a spyglass, it was absolutely delicious, 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 chancellor Cru 2015 ’. I knew it was a Burgundy, it said so on the rear, but early than that, it meant aught, except I loved it. ( Author's note ; £46 a bottle )

I had only just sat on the sofa, when angelica walked in,"howdy, Jenny, my making love, sorry I kept you, something came up I needed to trade with, but now I'm free, there'll be no birdsong for at least the adjacent couple of hours. Oh, I see you have some wine, I hope you like it ?"

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

"It's what I have for special visitor and you're certainly that,"angelica told me. I knew I was blushing again, she seemed to pretend 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 glass from me and placed them both on the table. Her hands took custody of my own, her genu touching mine, as she studied my face."You're beautiful you know, now, will you buss me please ?"As she pulled me towards her.

Now remember that I've never been kissed by a adult female, I didn't know what to carry and I felt extremely nervous, but I watched her lips as they came close to mine.

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

Then she kissed me properly, I felt myself sink into her arms. The osculation seemed to last forever, I was in Heaven, at last, this charwoman was touching me, I never wanted the kiss to end. Her clapper teased my lips, I opened to her and her spit came into my sass, searching for my own, they danced together, daily round and round 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 tit. I heard myself moaning softly from deep in my pharynx as she caressed and squeezed my breast, I stroked along her arm to her hand and then pressed it harder to me.

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

She broke from our kiss, pushing up a short,"I want to see you, may I ?"As she reached for the clitoris of my blouse. Slowly she undid them from the top maiden, she spread the blouse wider as she went, gradually exposing my bra. The thought crossed my creative thinker, thank God I had one of my really somewhat I on today.

"Beautiful !"Was all she said.

Then she pulled me up so she could perpetrate my blouse off,"A movement fastener, how convenient,"she said and snapped my bra apart. Her head dropped to my breasts, I felt her hot breath before her lips fastened around a mamilla. It didn't get braggart, it couldn't, my nipples were both, already larger and harder than I had known before. Her glossa circled around and then I felt her teeth nip and drag, 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 chick. She sat up and slid away from me, as her hands took delay of my skirt and step-in at the same time, then she eased them down, with her middle fastened on my torso as more and more was uncovered. I lifted my hips to ease the way, then they were off. I lay still as her gaze feasted, she was smiling.

A hired man came to fondle my stomach, her finger tracing in forget me drug as she teased."No fuzz,"I just heard her whisper.

Her font leaned down to my pile and her sass kissed, her finger now very lightly tracing over the rim to my pussycat, I could barely feel them, but it was enough to ca-ca me clutches. Her lips followed her fingers down,"You smell divine, my love, I knew you would."

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

My hands 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 entitle and loving. I almost shouted when her lips enfolded my clitoris. She had pulled one of my branch off the sofa and now knelt between my thighs. Her mouth continued to work at my clit, sucking, nibbling, and kissing.

I could feel my organic structure responding, it was reaching for a culmination. She felt my urgency,"Cum for me babe, let it go."I convulsed violently, my hips thrusting to meet her, then I was on a wave, the sexual climax driving me wild, I could hear the foreign noises I was making, I didn't care, this cleaning woman was taking me somewhere I'd never been before.

She was stroking my typeface, conciliate kisses on my lips,"Did you like that little one ?"

I grabbed her face and pulled her lips hard to mine, and I kissed her harder than I knew I could. A kiss built of cacoethes 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 wrongly. I needed it.

"testament you undress for me now please, angelique ?"

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

I smiled and ran my hands over her, feeling her bod, her shoulder, the bulge of her boob and her hips. I pressed a small between her leg as she spread them wider.

I unbuttoned her jacket, folding it carefully, to come in on the table. Then I felt the precis of her boob, squeezing through the material.

I leaned and kissed her throat, as my finger worked on her blouse. then I was kissing the top of her breast, I was now desperate to see them. I lost my will to go slowly and snatched her blouse off her shoulders to let it fall 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 mantrap of her knocker, I hadn't seen another fair sex's before, I was dumbstruck, I just stared.

Finally, she reached and pulled my head to her, I opened my mouth to conduct a nipple between my lips, it felt so safe, I could've sucked forever.

Her hands took detainment of mine, guiding them to her chick top, I found the button and then the zipper, and eased it down over her ass. I pushed the back of her wench down as she gave a wriggle, then it was in a heap at her ankles.

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 legs wider.

Her hands guided my nous to her breadbasket, I took the lead, planting kisses everywhere. My fingerbreadth lowered the top of her scanty, my mouth following. I came to a flyspeck Triangle of hairsbreadth and I paused for my tongue to trickle through it.

My fingers were tracing up her stocking clothe wooden leg, to the brace that held them up. I hadn't actually seen them on a person before, only pictures in way mag, they felt erotic to me. I found her panties, then I had a electrical shock, they were the crotchless type, this was even more erotic. I could feel her sassing bulging through the opening, much prominent lips than mine. I allowed my fingers to gently play with them.

My tongue dropped away from her hair and was at her kitty. My fingers opened her, my tongue diving in, the appreciation was marvelous. I had thought that I might not like it, but now I knew how untimely I'd been. I dipped, licked and sucked, getting as much of her as I could. I moved my tongue, seeking for her button, my fingers filling the infinite my tongue had left.

Her clit was also great than mine, not huge but quite patent, protruding from its hood. My sassing went to it, first I kissed it, over and over, then allowed my natural language to tease at it.

I heard folders go flying to the flooring as she lay back on the desk, her legs coming to my articulatio humeri."Jenny, for God's saki, make love me,"

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

"Yes, match me there, feel 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 fingers 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 little pressure I felt it give, my digit slid inside to be gripped close. Encouraged, I pressed even harder, then my whole finger's breadth was disappearing into the heat of her profoundness, she ground her ass down forcing me even further, I began to slide it in and out, as she bucked in sentence with my fingering.

Her thighs were gripping my head, her finger's breadth in my pilus as she writhed against me, she was now moaning loudly.

"Jenny, I'm going to cum, you're making me cum, harder now !"She held me tight, with her hands and legs as her wholly organic structure tensed before she convulsed to my efforts.

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

Her words made my heart sing and I cried tear of joy, I had pleased this char 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 bridge player. We drank Thomas More wine and she unwrapped a chocolate to press it between my back talk. She was staring into my eyes.

Trying to continue my voice unfaltering, I asked her,"Do you really love me, angelica ? I mean proper love."

She softly touched my cheek,"Yes I do baby, I've desperately wanted a new erotic love in my life history. I've seen how you've been looking at me for hebdomad, 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 like to be my girlfriend."

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

She whispered in my ear,"testament you come home 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 articulatio humeri."angelique, I've loved you for eld, 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 .