Looking out of the window at the dreary scenery of houses, flats and cars, Angela can’t help but dream and wish that her daily drudgery was anything but normal. She sways to and fro from the rhythm of the bus ride home, in places, jerking her back to reality.
At home, there is the husband and kids to look forward to, meals to prepare, dishes to clean and to wait on them hand and foot; all after a hard day at work. The obligatory blowjob before he falls asleep – maybe. It’s all just work, work, work.
She reaches out to press the button for the next stop and gets ready to leave. She stands up and takes two steps down the narrow aisle before a rather handsome man stands up in front of her blocking her way. She looks up at him. His full height dwarves her five foot three inches. He smiles at her and she returns it; in the firm belief, he will turn and walk her way towards the doors.
Looking to her left and right she sees that all the men have twisted in their seats to look at her. She starts to become uncomfortable. Should she be worried? She suddenly looks behind her to find that the bus is full of leering men. She was certain that she was sitting next to a woman when she got on but the man that’s looking back at her nods his head knowingly.
The tall man that blocks her way drops his shoulders and before she is aware his hand is snaking up her dress, stroking her thigh on its way towards the elasticated waistband of her panties. It only takes a second.
She lets out a gasp, a ‘what the fuck’ leaves her mouth but it's silent. Suddenly, his hands have reached her panty line and are sliding downwards. She’s no lacy knicker girl is Angela, these are full-on Bridget Jones knickers but the stretchy fabric allows his hands to delve deeper; skimming inside her cotton knickers and over her pubes onto her silky mound.
Before she knows it, a moan leaves her mouth as his fingers slide over her already wet lips, coating them in her juices. She looks up into his face to see him smiling down at her. The grin on his face broadens as his fingers delve into her sodden cunt. He curls them up inside her; pushes his hand like a piston with his fingers fucking her box.
Her mind swirls with pleasure. She suddenly opens her eyes to find that all the other men on the bus are encouraging her, urging her on, shouting their requests, ‘come on his fingers, girl,’ and ‘squirt over his hand,’ and ‘give it to him,’ and ‘I’d get you sucking this if I were closer.’
After looking behind her, Angela sees the one man that has pulled his cock from his trousers and is pulling on his erection. Her lips curl upwards as she breathes through her nose. He’s confident, black and big. She lifts a leg onto the chair next to the sixty-year-old man that is leering at her. Her eyes connect with him and she lets his hand stroke the inside of her leg.