The Bus Ride – Part One (Erotica Short)

Emma walked up the aisle towards the back of the bus, looking for an empty seat. She didn’t like sitting next to people. They would smell strange or be listening to loud music, or, worst of all, try to talk to her. The last thing she wanted after a hard day in the office was to have some random stranger engage her in conversation or try to chat her up. Emma knew she was a good looking girl, and she didn’t need guys telling her all the time. It got rather annoying. It wasn’t her fault she was a redhead who had been blessed with good cheekbones and the type of curvy figure that men craved.

Emma walked all the way to the back of the bus, where the back row was completely empty. She sat down, put her handbag on the seat beside her, then leaned her head against the window.

The rest of the bus filled up as other people got on from the stop, and Emma hoped that she would be left alone where she was, that the other people would sit somewhere else.

Then she noticed the man.

Well dressed, wearing a well cut grey suit, he got on the bus, showing his travel pass to the driver as he did so. He was good looking, well built, and incredibly attractive. Emma felt a grin tug at her lips involuntarily, and she quickly looked out the window. God, she hoped that if anyone was going to sit near her, it was going to be him.

“Is this seat taken,” a voice asked, and Emma looked around.

It was him, the suit-wearing man. He was standing next to her, giving her a slight smile.

“No, not at all,” Emma said, and slid over to let him sit next to her.

“Thanks,” the man replied, and he took the seat next to her.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Damn, he was gorgeous. Exactly the type of guy she would look for in a club. A bit rugged, with that solid look that rugby players had. Thick arms, thick thighs. Powerful. The kind of man who could throw you over the bed, force your legs apart and then…

Emma blinked, shaking herself out of her fantasy. Then she realised how aroused she was. Her pussy was buzzing with excitement, her nipples aching. My God, she thought. Just the thought of fucking this guy has got me really fucking horny. I wonder what it would be like to actually fuck him? She grinned to herself. I bet I could. in fact, I know I could.

It was then that Emma decided to do something incredibly risky. Mischievously, she crossed her legs, hooking her leg over her knee towards the man. Her calve brushed against his, deliberately. There was no way he could ignore it. And he didn’t.

He looked down at the stretch of thigh that Emma was revealing, obviously aroused.

Emma smiled, then leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Do you like what you see?”

“Y-yes,” the man stammered. He obviously did. Emma could see his cock getting hard inside his trousers.

“Good. Would you like to see more?” she asked.

The man nodded in reply.

Emma parted her legs slightly, hiking up her skirt as she did so to make it easier. She ran her hand across her upper thighs, stroking the patterned tops of her stockings, before she reached the waistband of her panties. Slowly, she pulled her underwear down to her knees.

“Take them,” she said quietly.

The man hesitated, then reached over and took hold of Emma’s panties. He slid them off past her heels, then held them in his hand as he watched the brazen slut next to him.

Emma planted her feet on the back of the seat in front of her, spreading her legs so her pussy was exposed, the trimmed bush that crowned it a deep  copper. She ran her fingers through the curls, then used her ring and index fingers to part the lips of her pussy, her middle finger teasing the already throbbing bud of her clitoris. The touch made her gasp, and she bit her lip. She couldn’t risk other people noticing what she was doing, though the thought of it made her very excited. She moved her fingers down then inside herself, her incredibly wet cunt swallowing them easily.

The man next to Emma swore under his breath as he watched the show she was putting on. His cock was hard and uncomfortable in his trousers, and he was dying to free it. He reached down and went to unzip his raging erection, but Emma stopped him.

“No. Not here,” she said, then took her feet down. She pulled her skirt back down then looked out the window. “Well, this is my stop.”

Emma stood up, moved past the man to step into the aisle, reaching out to take her panties from him as she did so. “Is this your stop to?” she asked.

The man would have said yes, no matter what. There was no way he was going to let this little slut get away from him. He nodded and pressed the button for the bus’ bell.


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