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It was just one of those nights, I guess. My boyfriend and I were in town and for some stupid reason that only couples know why, we started to argue. I can?t even remember about what the argument was about now, it was that stupid. But argue we did, and I watched with some dismay as John left the nightclub in a huff. I honestly thought he would come back before it closed and so I stayed behind, had a few more gin and tonics and started to people watch from the balcony. It was quite an amusing night watching people try and get off with one another. There was the obvious guys that didn?t have a chance in hell; not that they were drunk, they were just unbelievably crap at making advances. Most of the women on the dance floor just moved around and tried to avoid them at all cost. Towards the end of the night, when the last but one song was playing, I watched a couple smooch . That should have been John and myself, I thought, as I watched them kissing while he grabbed a handful of very beautiful arse. I remember now, having to open my eyes and calm my breathing. I had put myself into her position and was feeling his imaginary hand on my bum, with his imaginary tongue down my throat. I really wanted John to be here right now. I waited until the last song had faded from my senses and made my way to the door. I stumbled while walking down the stairs and started to think that perhaps I shouldn?t have had those last few gins. Outside, the cold hit me. I pulled my coat around me and started to look around. There was no sign of John. I walked through the streets and made my way to the bus stop. It was twelve fifteen in the early hours of the morning and I had to catch the last bus home. By now, I had figured that John was already Acıbadem escort bayan home. Walking through the rather empty streets I was feeling sad at not being with him, but also a little angry because he had left me here all alone. I walked with a little more urgency as I passed a few blokes walking in the other direction. I didn?t want them thinking that I was alone. Not here, not tonight. I walked as if I had somewhere to go, someone to meet. I reached the bus stop and stood in the queue with another five people. They seemed like they were together. The doors opened and we all got on. After paying the bus driver, they occupied the seats at the front. I decided to walk to the back of the bus and sit in the middle of the back seat. The engines started. I was sat with my arms wrapped around me to ward off the cold, my legs crossed and extending out in front of me. Non-stop chatter was coming from the other people at the front. The bus driver finally closed the door and pulled out into the road. There was virtually no traffic to talk of and I eventually found myself on my way home. The drive was going to take about thirty minutes even with no traffic, most of that would be in the open countryside between my home and this excuse for a city. I was looking out of the window as the bus bobbed along, but occasionally I would catch a glance in the direction of the people at the front. More than once I caught one guy looking in my direction. He was leaning over the seat talking to another guy behind him. His eyes averted my gaze as I looked in his direction. Then I would catch him again the next time I looked. I found a smile cross my face and I pursed my lips in a knowing grin. I Escort Kaynarca contemplated my next move. I kept telling myself to just sit there and look out of the window, but my inner self was urging me on and eventually my inner self got the better of me. I raised myself in the seat to an upright position and while looking out of the window, I let my legs part slightly. I am not sure how much he could see, but I was wearing stockings held up by my suspender belt. I was hoping that he could see part way up my legs at least. After a while I crossed my legs and twisted my body to face the direction of the side windows, causing my skirt to slide up to my bum. My left arm stretched along the back of the seat to balance me. I knew for sure now that my stocking tops would be in full view. I eventually looked in his direction. This time he was a lot more sluggish detecting my gaze. His eyes were fixed on my legs and thighs. I must have looked at him for a full fifteen seconds before he detected me. He immediately moved to talk to his mate on the other side of the bus. I smiled and reverted to looking out of the window again. I was awoken from a semi-trance by the sudden sound of a high pitched bell. The bus was stopping. It had only been travelling about five minutes and they were already up and walking to the doors. I found myself suddenly deprived of amusement as they left, though he was the last one off, and he did glance in my direction before leaving the bus. The doors closed and we were on our way again. From now on it would be countryside with just two stops punctuating the long ride, that was if anyone wanted to get on. I eventually faced forward again. I was staring into space Aydınlı escort somewhere between the front of the bus and the steps immediately in front of me. My mind wandered. I started to think about the guy from the bus. How I caught him looking at my thighs, how he then stood up in front of his mates and walked towards me and how he slipped his hands up along my stockings to touch my bare thighs and with his other hand turned my face and kissed me. I melted with his touch and then how easily his tongue found the inside of my mouth. With our tongues dancing in unison, I soon felt his hands on my knickers and I heard him gasp as he caressed my soaking wet pussy. I was breathing heavily. I wanted to reach out to feel his cock. The bus lurched around a corner and I was suddenly snapped back into reality. My eyes opened wide and I looked out of the window to see if I could recognise where I was, but I couldn?t. I then realised I was, actually breathing heavily. I snaked my hand up my own thighs and what I found even shocked me. My knickers were soaking wet. I had obviously had a wet day-dream or evening-dream in my case. I then caught sight of the bus driver in his rear view mirror. I could see him clearly, from his waist to his hat. I stared at him for a long time. I waited until I caught him looking back at me, then I smiled. I waited some more until he glanced at me again. I knew that I now had his attention. If my boyfriend had actually been here we would have been in the corner of the seats, out of sight of the driver and I know for sure his hand would be caressing my pussy. I felt randy, horny and I craved sexual excitement. I opened my legs slowly, inch by inch I let them drift further apart. All the while I concentrated my gaze on the driver?s mirror. There he was again, looking right at me. I smiled again; it was a half-hearted attempt to let him know it was alright to look. To be honest, I didn?t care whether he thought it was alright or not. I had already decided on the course of events. I looked down onto my legs.