Amanda had planned to meet Jen, a long-time friend, in town later that afternoon. She showered and changed into a new pair of skinny jeans (these were VERY figure-hugging, especially around her buttocks) and a black t-shirt. Putting on some makeup, Amanda decided that she'd be ready to go when the time came. Amanda made herself a fresh pot of coffee and rolled a small joint.
It was just after 1 p.m., and Amanda thought she might as well get started. She grabbed a rucksack and threw in her book, her purse and phone, lipstick, and a couple of essential items. Amanda smiled, thinking about how much fun it would be to meet up with her friend again.
They hadn't spent time together since her birthday party last year. Amanda headed out the door and walked down the street towards the bus stop. She got there just before the bus arrived and waited for it to pull up.
As Amanda waited at the bus stop, her mind raced with anticipation for the afternoon ahead."
The bus arrived, and Amanda climbed aboard, taking a seat near the back. It was a 45-minute journey into town. Putting her bag between her feet, Amanda pulled out her book. She settled in and started reading, but couldn't concentrate.
Her gaze kept drifting to the couple seated across from her. A woman around her age and a slightly older guy were kissing, his wandering hands exploring her body. As the man's fingers slipped beneath the woman's shirt, Amanda felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, and she quickly averted her eyes, though the temptation to continue watching was overwhelming.
“How can he be so bold?” she thought.
Turning the page of her book, Amanda tried to focus on her reading, but found herself continually distracted by the couple's intimate encounter. Mesmerized, Amanda saw the man's hand disappear beneath the woman's skirt, his fingers tracing a path up and down her inner thigh. The woman's eyes were closed, her face flushed with pleasure, as she clearly enjoyed his wandering touch.
A thrill ran through Amanda's body, and she felt her own excitement growing as she felt her panties starting to dampen. Biting her bottom lip, she tried not to stare, but the vivid imagery played out in her mind. She imagined the woman taking off her dress, her bare skin exposed, as the man kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples. Amanda's heart raced, and she found it difficult to control her arousal.
Glancing back, Amanda saw the man's hand had slipped beneath the woman's bra, cupping her breast. Amanda felt a surge of pleasure and quickly looked away, desperately trying to calm herself. Adjusting in her seat, she chanced another peek at the oblivious couple."
Amanda took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, turning her attention back to her book, though the fact that her nipples were hard and aching made it nearly impossible to focus. She was embarrassed by how aroused she had become, but the growing ache of desire was overwhelming. Glancing over at the couple again, Amanda watched as the man's hand moved slowly up the woman's leg, her skirt riding up higher.
She couldn't believe what she was witnessing, but she was also incredibly turned on. Desperately, Amanda wanted to reach down and touch herself, but she knew she couldn't dare do that here on the crowded bus. Looking away, she tried to read, but the words might as well have been in a foreign language. Every bump of the bus sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she found herself thinking, "If they carry on like this, I'm going to orgasm without even touching myself."
She put the book back in the rucksack and picked up her phone; there was an icon in the Messenger app.
It was from Jen: "Can't wait to see you. Text me when you arrive.”
Amanda smiled to herself and typed a reply: "I'll be there soon."
Checking the time, Amanda saw there were still 25 minutes left of the journey. Glancing back at the couple, she watched as the man's hand disappeared beneath the woman's skirt, caressing her inner thigh. Amanda's eyes were transfixed, and she couldn't stop herself from imagining what was happening under the woman's skirt, and what was going on inside the man's jeans.
She was acutely aware of her own wetness, her panties soaked. Trying to distract herself, Amanda looked out the window, but found herself captivated by the man's handsome features - his beautiful brown eyes, strong jawline, and perfectly shaped nose. The woman's appearance also captivated Amanda, with her low-cut red dress and long, slender legs in black hold-up stockings.
In her mind, Amanda imagined herself seated next to the man, being kissed passionately. She envisioned his hands caressing her thighs and sliding into her jeans, his fingers probing her most intimate places. The vivid fantasy was too much, and Amanda closed her eyes, and she began touching herself through the denim material of her jeans, unable to control her growing desire.
"Stop it, Amanda," she scolded herself, but the ache was overpowering.