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.

The man in front of her pushes more fingers into her, this time with ease. He sees her head extend backwards and knows he’s close to bringing her off. Angela’s words shock him. Her breathing is associated with a moan or groan on every exhale. The number of ‘fucks’ she’s uttered is beyond belief.

A man in front of her shakes his head, ‘She’s such a horny little slut,’ he says in disbelief.

‘I’m having some of this,’ another man to her left utters as he places his hands over the plentiful breast flesh that is exposed at the top of her low-cut dress, and the man behind her cops a feel of her plump buttocks from under her garment.

Fingers push into her at some pace. She starts to shudder and shake. “Yes, fuck me. Everyone fuck me. Use me. Watch me fucking cum!”

The man feels his hand and the gusset of her panties fill with her ejaculate from the sudden orgasm that takes over her body. He grabs her around her waist with his free hand before she collapses on the floor, aided by the man behind her. He removes his fingers and uses the palm of his hand to rub over her pussy and clitoris, eliciting more juices to join those already pooling on the floor. He spreads her wetness into her pubes before removing his hand to suck on his fingers. Once he’s tasted her sweet juices, he plunges them into her mouth to suck clean.

Angela straightens and steadies herself on her own two feet. She looks at the lascivious leers on the faces of the men around her. She can see they all want her to suck their cocks on this public form of transport. Should she? Wouldn’t she just love to do that!

The bus comes to a halt and she stumbles forward; pushing the man in front of her onto his seat. Holding the backs of the seats in front of her, Angela stumbles past; still unsure of her footing. She reaches the doors and places one foot on the pavement, then the other. Stepping from the bus she takes in a deep breath of fresh, cold air and turns to the bus, smiling at all the men inside that wanted her so badly.

As the bus pulls away, the mix of women and men look more normal and she waves to the woman that she was sat next to for the forty-minute journey.

When the bus pulls away, she crosses the road, smiling to herself as she heads for home, her husband and the kids.