I hate crowded places. I hate being in them and I avoid them with a passion passionate, yet, somewhere deep down, they excite me with the possibilities of 'what if'. This one day I had no choice. The car broke down, the bike had a flat, my friends were gone and I had to get to work. My only choice was public transportation, the bus to be exact. With a resigned sigh I waited at the bus stop that early Saturday morn.

The bus pulled up, the doors opened and I climbed up the few steps into the bus. I paid my fare with a quick friendly smile to the driver and walked straight toward the back. Buses always seem so dirty to me somehow. I chose to stand up and hung onto the pole in the back. Occasionally the driver would glance back at me in his rearview mirror and smile. I'd give him a bit of a small nervous smile in return. It sure didn't take long for the bus to fill up. People squishing together and of course, I had to work across town. I found myself pressed on all sides by warm bodies.

With all the bumping and jostling I wasn't sure I had felt what I did. My heart started to race as did my mind. Surely not, I thought. Then after what seemed like forever, it happened again. I couldn't mistake it this time. It was a pair of palms, sliding over my ass cheeks. I don't wear panties ever and I was wearing garters and stockings. I could feel the roughened masculine palms, sliding slowly over the curve of my cheeks. They moved very slowly, hesitantly as if waiting for my protest... but I didn't.

His thumbs slid along the crack of my ass, pressing me open slightly. They would stop every time the bus stopped and someone got off or on. Was he holding his breath as much as I was? Every time this happened I could feel his body pressed against mine tightly. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. While pressed against me, his hands would slide ever so slowly over my pelvic bones, his fingertips inching down my abdomen toward my hairless, now slick pussy lips. Just as his fingertips drew near my clit, the bus would move again and his hands would retreat to my ass.

As we neared the other part of town and the bus emptied out, he grew bolder. His fingers trailed up and down the inside of my thighs, reaching so far up that the mere tops of his fingers grazed my now swollen lips. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt a finger slide between my cheeks and downward, pressing inward into my greedy little cunt. I gripped the pole tighter, leaning against it, fighting the moan wanting to escape my lips. The bus lurched to a stop again and the finger withdrew. I muffled the moan in a quick cough. The bus driver looked back and I managed a weak smile in his direction. The back of the bus was now empty and you could hear the doors shutting, the sound almost echoing around the nearly hollow bus.

The person behind sat down right behind me. My body blocked him from few I am sure. His hands once more came out and caressed my ass cheeks. This time though they grew bolder, he grew bolder. As his hands slid upward, they gathered my dress with it, exposing the view of my ass framed by my garter belt, garters and stockings to his eyes. He leaned forward then, his thumbs sliding down the crack of my ass, once again, opening me only this time, I felt the wetness of his tongue and I had to bite down on the hand that was wrapped around the pole. His tongue dug around, slipping into my tightly puckered asshole, plunging in and out. His fingers slid over my abdomen and into my moist slit, rubbing on my clit.

No longer did I care if the driver was watching, let him. There was a fire raging in my body and it demanded release. I found myself impaled on his tongue and fingers, moaning softly. One of my hands slid under my skirt and pressed his fingers deeper into my body. Suddenly I felt both tongue and fingers removed from my body and I almost wept in despair. Oh no, he can't mean for it to end like this, can he?

I heard the faint sound of a zipper and his body pressing against mine. His hands parted my thighs wider and I felt him guide his hard cock into my wet soaking cunt. He nearly lifted me off my feet as he pushed inward in a steady motion. His teeth grazed the back of my neck, as his hands held my hips, while he slipped back and forth inside me, coating his hardness with my self-made lubrication.

How many times did he stroke me? How many times did he draw back at just the right moment as if sensing my pending orgasm? His cock glided out and he reached down to shove it all the way back home again, when I felt him pushing against my tight little asshole. Before I could even think a full thought, he was pressing inward, painfully spreading me open as the head of his cock slipped in. I softly moaned as the rest of him slid in to the hilt and he held my hips back against his opened pants while I felt him throb inside. It wasn't long before he was moving again.

The bus was now empty but for him, me and the bus driver. His lips whispered close to my ear, telling me to look at the driver and not take my eyes off of him. That was one of the hardest things for me to do and when I failed to follow his orders, he tweaked my clit. I moaned and did as he commanded. The poor driver, I was sure we were going to have an accident. We quit taking on passengers so he must have put his bus out of service. I don't know. My eyes were fastened upon the mirror and the eyes reflected in it as I felt the man behind me lift the front of my dress, exposing me to the driver's eyes, even as his cock drove into my ass. No longer were any of us pretending. This was it... out in the open... raw, hot and real...

He bent me at the waist, with me still clinging to my pole for support and began hammering my ass, his fingers pressing against my clit, occasionally one finger or two would slip inside my pussy and fuck me. Then his slick fingers would go back to tormenting my clit. I remember exploding in a rainbow of colors as he shoved one last time deep into my bowels and came. I'm willing to bet the driver came too for I noticed he was now driving with one hand.

The man behind me, pulled out slowly, dropped a kiss upon the back of my neck, grazing it lightly with his teeth, then left. Never once did I see his face, not even when he left the bus. He just melted into the crowd outside. I adjusted my dress and got off at my stop. I could feel the driver's eyes on my body as I left...