Hot make out with the stranger in the bus - Tempting Tuesdays 2 - [F20sM30][stranger][tension][making out][dry humping][public][exhibitionism/voyeurism]

Part 1

A week later she exited the library and walked to the bus stop. Her headphone and kindle were inside her backpack, she braced herself for an interaction.

The bus rolled in and she stepped inside, second door like every week. Her eyes didn’t land on him though.

He wasn’t there.

Her stomach dropped as she walked inside the bus, disappointment washed down her face and settled in her chest. A heaviness that wore her down.

She looked to the front of the bus, it was crowded but she would have spotted him. She almost settled into the spot he usually occupied when her head turned the other way and landed on someone in the far back by the last door.

It was him.

Her heart began to race and her cheeks immediately flamed up as her eyes met his. White T-Shirt under a dark blue pullover, light blue jeans, white sneakers. So handsome. Something in her stomach twisted.

He smiled, confident and daring. Hesitation gripped her by the neck. She swallowed, and held her breath for a moment, then the bus rolled off and she strode over to him on weak knees.

She came to a stop in front of him, not too close but closer than the space around her allowed. His eyes brows darted up minimally and the corner of his mouth twitched with a smile. “Hi there.”

God, she was pretty. No headphones this time. His eyes raked over her body in that jeans skirt with tights underneath, crop top and jacket on top. No bra. He noticed immediately. And that smell, god, she smelled good.

Her nostrils flared with shyness and her cheeks burned up. “Hi.”

She stared at him for a moment before averting her gaze. His cologne filled her nose with a scent she already recognized and it brought her back to the moment their bodies had touched. Heat spread through her body.

“No headphones today?”

The sound of his voice wrapped around her like soft velvet and tightened her throat. She swallowed down a lump of nervousness before she answered, “No, not today.” A shy smile tugged on her lips.

He found it endearing, her blush and shyness when she was clear enough to walk over to him. He did it on purpose, obviously. Went to the back of the bus, hoping she would come to him for a quieter corner than the middle. And he wanted to know if that glossy gaze the week before had meant something… if he had made an impression… if this was all in his head or not.

“And no book…” he commented.

She took a breath. Every word out of his mouth made her dizzier, his soft deep voice flowed through her body and rushed her pulse as well as it slowed her thoughts. “No…” she swallowed nervously, “No book today…”

Anxiously but curious her eyes wandered from the window to his face and suddenly she was caught, pulled right into his eyes. So deep and warm, chocolate and hazelnut and all things nice combined like the color of autumn. Her lips parted and his eyes darted down to them.

Her breaths came in shallow as they looked at each other. Something pulled her towards him. He exuded a confidence and comfort she couldn’t quite place but it appealed to her in the best way. Her entire body buzzed with attraction.

The bus rocked and she remembered where they were. The jolt threw her off balance a little and she grabbed for the stanchion, her fingers touched his and she sucked in a breath. The air around them seemed thicker somehow but she didn’t pull away. It felt daring, and yet so intriguing.

He tilted his head slightly, studying her. Not staring, but seeing her. The corners of his mouth curved into the smallest smile, like he knew exactly what this moment was doing to her.

She looked away, out the window, pretending to focus on the blur of passing streets. But secretly she stared at him, his reflection in the glass. Her pulse thrummed in her throat. She could smell his cologne, it filled everything around her. Slowly, she realized, a tingling sensation started to spread in her body and pool in her lower stomach. The familiar heat of arousal flowed like molasses through her.

She bit her lip before mustering the courage to speak. “Do you always take this bus…?”

Joy rushed through his body at her interest and he cleared his throat. “Yes. Every day.” His eyes narrowed. “You?”

She bit her lip and a shy expression hushed over her face when she returned his look. “Tuesdays. For now.”

“I noticed…” his tone was thick with deeper meaning and she caught it. It made her heart beat loud against her ribs.

Her eyes fluttered, slightly overwhelmed by the tension squeezing her body. She was grateful the rocking motions of the bus masked her shakiness. She was highly aware of every inch between them, his warm finger against hers on the handle, every hair standing up on her body and every shallow breath barely expanding her lungs. Her eyes flew over his face taking in every inch from standing so close to him. She took the opportunity to study his eyes, his long lashes, smooth skin and a beard that looked soft, probably because it was longer than the weeks before. Longer stubble on his neck and the hairs under his nose reached the line of his lips.

Her tongue licked over her lip subconsciously and his eyes grew wider with desire. He didn’t want to come off as too much but his heart drummed in his chest and his body felt electrified being so near to her. He wanted to feel her again, wanted to pull this complete stranger close devour her. Blood shot into his groin as he stared at that beautiful sweet mouth.

Her tongue flicked over her lip again, and he leaned just a fraction closer. She felt it immediately. There was this subtle shift of his body, the warmth radiating from him, the faint brush of his arm near hers. Her pulse quickened, she heard the rush of her blood in her ears. This was the moment to opt out, to pull back, he gave her time and space to leave it. But she stayed frozen to the spot, her back slightly arched and she leaned into this stranger on a public bus. A faint voice in her head squeaked, what was she even doing? But her entire body responded with a thrum of longing and craving for something that would cease the anticipation.

He shifted again, just enough to close the tiny distance, and she felt it, all of him, somehow pressing into the space around her. All she could see and feel was him. She inhaled sharply.

The bus hummed and the shuffled but it faded into the background. The air between them thickened and took her breath away. His eyes bore into her and she blocked rapidly in order to keep from looking away and folding under the tension. She felt weaker by the second. It was as if time had slowed down and gave them this moment of pure instinct and energy. Two complete strangers testing their attraction in the most intense kind of way. And yet everything seemed to fit, the lack of discomfort astounded her.

Then his hand moved. Not on the stanchion next to hers anymore, but above her head, gripping the bar. He was careful, deliberate, filling the space with him so completely that she couldn’t escape the pull. She pressed herself lightly against the window behind her, the subtle contact amplifying the heat and the gravity of him. She swallowed. Her eyes broke contact and snapped from his eyes to his lips.

Her fingers itched to touch him. Everything inside her bubbled and boiled for contact, she desired it and she was sure her face gave it away. He tilted his head, warm eyes locking onto hers again, and the world shrank around her. Brown eyes, soft lips, brown eyes, soft lips. Her eyes jumped up and down. His lips minimally parted, brown eyes narrowed a little, soft lips, brown eyes, face, closer, nose-

Then his lips found hers.

Not a tentative kiss. Not a testing kiss. A full, consuming kiss that spoke of longing, anticipation, and the four weeks of silent daydreams erupting into reality. She made a little noise and his mouth captured hers more passionately.

Her eyes closed and her hands lifted from her sides, clenching into the warmth of his pullover. She felt his beard on her face and his tongue in her mouth, the heat from his body against hers. This kiss was unlike anything she experienced, it was pressing and urgent, like he couldn’t wait any second longer to claim her lips.

His other hand slid up to her waist and pulled her into him. She pressed back instinctively, arching herself, closing every inch, letting herself melt into the intensity. Her mind spun in dizziness as he ended every breath she took.

He tasted sweet and fresh, and his lips fuzed perfectly with hers in a way she hadn’t seen coming. His tongue felt soft and warm against hers. Not foreign, as she expected, but fitting. Matching. Unbelievable. Kiss after kiss they exchanged with matching desire, right there as strangers in the bus.

She pushed herself against his body as her hands roamed up his back, to his front, brushing over his chest and then threaded into his hair. Every inch of him felt wonderful under her palms, something she desired to hold on to. He held her strongly against his chest, her tits pushed against him and the bus rocked them together.

His hand slid from her waist over her hips and palmed her ass through the skirt she wore. She yelped into his mouth and he swallowed the noise, hungry for more. He didn’t care about the passengers, the cameras, the public display of a heated make out session with the most striking woman he crossed paths with.

Through his jeans she could feel his hard cock pressing against her and she whimpered into his mouth as his hand grabbed her ass hard. Her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids at being handled the way she had fantasized and she pressed her hips into his groin, wanting to feel what she did to him.

Hard, possibly throbbing. The heat of the situation seemed to funnel and burn on her skin. Arousal seeped through her and pooled in her center, she was sure there was a wet spot in her panties.

He groaned softly, then drew her lower lip into his mouth one last time before pulling back slightly, just enough to let her breathe. His eyes lingered on hers, searching, hungry, but held back by restraint. He wanted to devour her, but he respected her enough to not push for more with a woman he didn’t even know the name of.

Panting, she eased back too, letting her lips free from his. Her chest heaved, fingers edged out of his hair and slid down his neck and shoulders. There was an urge throbbing in the back of her head for air, needing distance.

For a heartbeat, they just stared, suspended in the aftermath. The hum of the bus, the shuffle of passengers, all that cleared from the fog of their tension. She swallowed hard, grounding herself.

“Next stop, North Street”

The mechanic voice of the announcement ruptured the moment and hung in the air like a spotlight.

“That’s you,” his voices sounded thinner and more hoarse than before as it reached her ears.

She nodded, hazy and dizzy. He pulled back and she immediately missed the warmth of his body as the space between them let the rest of the world in again. Chatter overwhelmed her ears, the noises of the bus pitched, the rocking kept her moving a little and her eyes lingered on him.

She touched her lips, as if she could feel the residue of the kiss with her fingertips.

The handsome stranger gave her a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that promised he understood every thought racing behind her blue eyes. For a heartbeat, neither moved.

Her body felt every bit of tension, thrumming with arousal and anxiety then. The contradiction pushed her pulse up and she stood there like a deer before headlights, unsure what to do, empty mind without words.

The bus slowed to a stop. The doors hissed open.

She took a deep breath, grounding herself, and stepped out, glancing back once. His gaze followed her and for a second it felt like the space between them stretched and contracted with every heartbeat. He memorized her like that. Swollen lips, red cheeks, glowing eyes, that shine in her hair. The bus made a noise.

“I don’t even know your name,” he called after her.

The bus doors hissed closed and he couldn’t hear the sound of her voice nor read her lips. His eyes watched as he drove off.

Why didn’t he just get off with her?

Immediate regret clung to his chest and he stared through the front of the bus, contemplating on calling out for the driver.

But too late. Getting off on the next stop and going back was pointless, too. He wouldn’t catch her. He could only hope for the next Tuesday.

She slowly began to walk her usual path home, shaken and confused from this encounter. She didn’t know his name. His anything. Only the taste of his lips and the touch of his body.

She pulled the strap of her backpack tighter and walked home. The city around her came alive again with the noise of traffic and distant voices. In her chest, the fire of that kiss still burned, warm and insistent, leaving her mind racing with the memory of him. Next Tuesday, she told herself.