by anonsipen
This was about a near nothing as I have ever read.
What had a promising start on the bus, then was momentarily interrupted by the boy's arrival home,
fizzled in an liklely scenario at the store.
Sorry. No blue ribbon here.
I disagree with the last comment about how it was an unlikely scenario. This "strangers on a bus/train" is my very favourite type of erotic story. Haven't you ever sat there, so close, legs touching, yet you have to retain yourself, not speak, sit in embarassed silence. How often has my mind wandered, along with my eyes, to study the strong hands atop of someones crotch, or the slow path up the curves of a womans thighs? If you've never imagined reaching across and stroking that thigh, maybe never even making eye contact, unzipping the fly, or maybe just touching yourself while they watch nervously, disbelievingly on....well my god, I call that lack of imagination. To the author: I really got into it! wish I could sit next to you on the long bus home! Well done, I want more. x
from childdood to be confronted with a situation like this.
I love this kind of story. It was very erotic. I was hoping for there to be sex on the bus the following day or so, but the shop was just as erotic. Really liked her sending him to get the item from the shelf :)
Great job.