It was five thirty in the evening and Tom was just leaving work. It was the same time of day that Tom always left work. He strutted to the nearest bus stop to catch the number twenty to where he was now living.
Tom saw the bus arrive and it was full, he contemplated not getting on and waiting for a later one. But he did. He paid his fare and moved along the bus as much as he could squeezing past as many people as he could to get to the pole in the centre so he could hang on for grim death.
Such was the driving ability of the bus drivers he had to rely on.
Tom had not made eye contact or saw anyone he knew as he boarded the bus.
Tom however, was spied by Laura. It was a much later bus than she normally caught, simply because of the overtime she had to put in lately. Laura was surprised that Tom had boarded the same bus, and even more surprised that he hadn’t noticed her.
She watched him as he made his way to the centre and fuller part of the bus. Laura started to follow behind him.
It wasn’t a long bus journey, about forty minutes, and Tom hoped that half the people would get off in the next two or three stops so he could get a seat or at least some air.
The bus lurched from side to side, as the driver more or less threw it around the bends, Tom became aware of a breast pushing into his elbow. He cautiously looked around at the woman next to him as she turned the other way to grasp one of the upright poles.
Tom was sure it was Laura and he looked a little puzzled as to why she had not said hello. Then the bus stopped to let off passengers, Tom once again tried to get Laura’s attention but she refused to look at him.
Then he felt a hand on his arse, the woman next to him still looking the other way.
Tom looked around slowly to make sure it was who he thought it was feeling his arse. Finally, Tom got it.
He allowed his arse to be squeezed as Laura looked away to the people on the side of the road outside.
At the next stop a person left the bus which left a gap directly behind Laura. Tom stepped into it. The bus filled with more people, surely it was at maximum capacity now, thought Tom.
It was Tom this time that extended his arm to touch Laura’s arse as the bus once again pulled away. He placed his hand on her left cheek and let it run up and down her arse and around the curve. His whole body was more or less pushed into her back so there was little room for manoeuvre, but the light dress that she was wearing allowed him to slide his hand between the cheeks of her arse. He was a little disappointed at the fact she was wearing knickers. Tom felt Laura push backwards at the hand probing her backside.
Laura turned to face Tom. She finally made eye contact but she sternly stared into his eyes and then looked away again at the passengers some distance away.
Tom’s hand pressed into her body and touched her upper thigh. He moved it around to cup her mound and the bus lurched forward. Tom let himself fall into Laura’s body deliberately and used the motion to push his hand onto her pussy and extend his fingers along her crack.
Laura was getting visibly turned on by the naughty attention she was receiving. Her nipples had hardened under her tight fitting blouse and they were now poking through the material. Her mouth fell a little open as she breathed out in tune to his stroking of her pussy.
The bus stopped, people got out and people got in. It was just as cramped. Tom was forced to change position as people jostled for position. He found his left hand grabbing at the stabiliser above his head as he lifted his right hand to try and turn. The bus started off abruptly.
Tom‘s hand landed firmly on her right breast as he fell into Laura as the bus lurched forward. The firm flesh of her breast acting as a car’s air bag as it brought him to rest safely. He allowed himself a quick squeeze as he looked her straight in the eye.
“I‘m so sorry,” he started to explain, “the bus caught me by surprise. So sorry,” he continued, playing the game.
Laura looked at him and then his hand as he removed it from her now heaving breasts. She said nothing but allowed herself a wry smile. Then she looked away.
Tom turned slightly and let his hand fall back to his side as he continued to fondle Laura’s pussy. Though there was not much he could do under the circumstances. He was surprised when Laura let out a short sharp gasp.
Her eyes opened wide, her mouth fell open and then she smiled at Tom. She was trying her best to look around her without moving her head from Tom’s direction.
Then Tom felt her press into his hand more firmly. He saw Laura bite her lip as he pressed his fingers into her pussy with a little more force.
Laura also felt the hand on her arse that was pushing her into Tom’s hand. Their actions had not gone totally unnoticed and the person standing behind her had taken a brazen opportunity and started to feel her up. Obviously, if she turned around he would deny all knowledge of it and blame it on the bus, but Laura had no intention of turning around. She welcomed it, as his hand provided the force to let Tom’s hand excite her more than it was already doing.
Then the bus stopped and hands were removed.
People left the bus and yet more got on. Today was one of those days. There was no let up. Tom moved aside for an older lady to sit in one of the chairs next to him.
The bus started up again and immediately a hand started fondling her bum again. This time it was Tom that was staring at the owner of the hand as it fondled Laura’s arse. He looked at Laura and motioned with his eyes to the right. She smiled back at him and nodded slowly as if to say “I know!”
Tom looked at the owner again and then replaced his hand on Laura’s pussy. Laura was loving the mixed attention of gentle caresses and urgent probing but there was little Tom or anyone else could do.
Laura and Tom were approaching their stop. A few more minutes and the fondling would have to stop. Laura decided to move to get off the bus and at the same time catch a glance of the hopefully handsome chap that was fondling her arse. Though she thought, she admitted to herself, it would be more likely to be a pervert rather than someone hunky chap. It was neither. Laura looked into the eyes of a woman with long brown hair removing her hand from Laura’s arse.
Tom allowed himself a big grin as he witnessed the shock on Laura’s face.
The bus stopped and Laura and Tom motioned for the door. On her way out Laura grabbed the woman’s arse and gave it a quick squeeze as they departed the bus. While walking from the bus, Laura looked back onto the smile of the woman still onboard.
“Fuck that was horny!” she said as she turned to Tom.
“Yes, fucking horny,” he replied, “especially when I saw who was fondling your arse!”
Laura smiled. They walked the few hundred yards to the house giggling and laughing as they entered it.
“Do me a favour Tom,” said Laura as she opened the door to walk through it, “put the kettle on, I‘m going to change quickly.”
Tom nodded as he closed the door behind him and watched as Laura headed off upstairs.
It was only a few minutes later.