As I lay in bed trying to sleep the day's happenings won't leave my mind. Work has been so very boring and dull. As I dressed yesterday It came to... what would it be like to spend the day at work with no panties? Soon that question was put into action and I was all dressed except for one thing! The gentle rub of my stockings against the soft clean sensitive lips proved very erotic through the day. I was finding myself feeling incredibly sexy. I ver y foreign feeling to be sure. Oooh how I liked it. Like I have some special power.

As the day wore on I was becoming increasingly aroused and at the same time my little secret amused me. I was quite pleased with my little experiment. Every opportunity to touch myself and encourage my aroused pussy I passed by. Until I found myself headed home on the bus. Every bump was adding to my heighten feminine excitement. I was 15 mins from home. All I could think about was getting there and treating myself to a deliciously intense orgasm. The temptation to start a little early was strong. No one would see, I was sat all the way at the back of the bus... which by the way enhanced every bump. My resistance was was almost breaking when I found I wasn't alone. For 2 secs I'm like damn! But all the sudden there's a jolt inside me. I'm feeling this intense attract so some I hadn't even laid eyes on. My eyes had been closed when he plonked himself next to me. I knew he was he because omg he was wearing the most devine cologne... my brain was yanked from thinking about his scent suddenly. I felt a hand my thigh. I tensed at first both at the shock but also at the gentle intensity pulsing through that hand. After my long day noticing my pussy with every move I was primed and ready for such a touch. This secretly erotic bus ride just got interesting. After that initial tensing. I relaxed, inviting him ever so subtly to show me where his mind was headed. He squeezed my thigh, oh God I wanted to whip myself around and straddle him, but no,

I exercised my last remaining thread of self control and let an unseen but definitely not unfelt stranger take control. As he squeezed my thy, it was a gentle but demanding squeeze. Oh what would it be like to get this sexy being into bed? Just stop thinking I tell myself, just feel. H
As he squeezed my dress hem scrunches up and I soon feel his hand tracing my thigh with just my stockings between. I desperately want to grind on his and, I encourage him ever so slightly with a micro buck, only to be felt and not seen. As he traced my thigh he soon found his hand at the lacy top of my stockings, I internally grinded. He was in for a little surprise. As he slid his hand inside I felt the delicious roughness of a man who uses his hands. And oh boy was he using this one well right now. As he reached the throbbing untouched all day, lips.... I wanted to moan so loud when he parted them to find they were holding back a sea of wetness building up. I was so slick. His fingers slid so easily to their quarry. He found my little nub, that was aching so intensely, his touch both gave relief but also started to work my pussy into a frenzy. All the sudden the coiling inside my deep wet heaven ensued. As it increased it became the ache of all aches. The ache that demands filling up. Unconsciously my a hand wanders to find his bulging cock under his jeans. It's so hard, I squeeze, it responds back to me. My excitement is uncontainable. We can't be far from my stop...

As I continued to have my hand resting firmly on the bulge in his jeans all I could think about is having full access to feel the length it's silky hardness in my hand. Meanwhile the coiling deep inside me was tightening to an unbearable ache. An ache driven to further heights by thoughts of sheathing his hard cock right then and there.... it was like he read my mind as he slid the first finger in said aching hot wet sheath, I jerked trying to get it deeper, then another slid in.... ohhh it only made me want more, more to be filled yes a third found its way in. As he finger fucked me I steadied my breathing that was getting noticeably out or control... soon that coil was tightening to its final torque, I couldn't hold on anylonger one last thrust and I fell into a tiny little pieces of extasy. I knew he could feel my silky muscles contracting with the ebbing of my delicious orgasm. I continued to enjoy the beautiful aftermath as he pulled his hand away and straightened my skirt. The bus came to a stop and he was gone. My stop was next. Will I ever seen him again?

Who the fuck goes to the hardware store at 8 o"clock at night. Obviously crazy people like me. Because they're open then. But sadly no puppers to follow around say hello to.

What brings me to here at such and odd hour? Who knows I can't remember. Now it had to be important surely! I came out in my trackies. I couldn't even be bothered dressing properly. No bra no panties. Whose gonna see?

So yeah completely forgot what I went for, even now I'm home and thinking about it all. Nope.... probably find some clue .... probably a big mess or something in the morning.

I'm in the aisle, whatever aisle has what I wanted, and there he is! Bus Guy! Oh shit! I'm rather a mess. But I really don't care. I look up again and he's gone so quickly but subtly look around and spot him in next aisle.... has he noticed me yet? I keep following him, it has to be obvious. We keep progressing towards the nursery.

By the time we are near the pallets of potting soil I'm wishing he'd just take me there. Little did I know he had better plans...

While I was envisioning repurposing the slabs of potting soils, he was there beside me, very close from behind, kissing me on the neck, my knees wanted to go to jelly. He turned me around and kissed me. It was our first kiss. It was perfect, an erotic dance between our lips, our tongues, even our teeth. OMG this was amazing. Making me forget where I was. Why I was there was long forgotten.

Soon he was pulling me through the open doors of a garden shed. He closed them behind him. And he was kissing me again, his hand kneading my breast. Desire was building between my legs, I was starting to squirm. Oh how I wanted him right here and now! Where the fuck are we??

Before I could answer my own question he had lowered me to the floor. Lifting my top he lowered his head and started working my nipple with his deft mouth. His hand found its way to my waistband soon to discover I was a serial panty avoider.

As his hand went lower I tilted my hips seeking more stimulating touch with impatience. His fingers parting my lips revealed a pussy wet from his arousing attentions. Finding my clit he gave her what she wanted... rubbing with intentional build up, then he'd flick down lower to the entrance of my hot wet sheath, just tempting, darting in and out returning to the hardening nub.

Where was his cock? My brain disengaged from what he was doing just enough to find a bulge in his jeans. I took hold and squeeze. So hard in my hand. I couldn't stop, I soon unbuckle, unbuttoned and unzipped him and had his hard shift directly in my hand, I squeezed and worked it a little. Oh how I wanted to feel him deep inside me. Thrusting and I meeting each thrust. Building to a that crescendo where we fall to pieces together. Oh a girl can dream.

I found myself with his lips locked on mine, tongues doing their thing and he was grinding on my belly, oh God I loved the feel of his rock hard cock against me. Spuring desire beyond what I could contain. The coil inside of me was tightening to the point of ache. This time only his cock would do.

In this blink of an eye my pants were off. His first thrust inside me was divine, it only made the urgency more. I met each thrust in equal measure, the rhythm building, to where neither of us could hold it together, climax so deliciously close. Once we both came we fell into each other and held each other as we shuddered from ebbing of our pleasure.