Good Nights friends of the community. Here I write to tell you what happened to me on Friday, October 21st at 16:30 on Line 37 near the Congress zone.
As every day, I leave home to go to work and reach the last hours of the afternoon so that I can arrive at the weekend and rest from labor activities, studies (although I'm overwhelmed with partials) and other things. I am a promoter for a company and basically my job consists of walking the street, always well-dressed, but as it was Friday, I dressed casually for that reason.
The morning passed, then came noon and the moment arrived to go back to the office so they could see my face and then head home.
I usually work in a fixed zone but my boss asked if I could visit a client in the Lanus area, near the station. I, count from another well because I always went around the capital. At the crossings of 25 de Mayo and Irigoyen streets, I decided to start heading back to the office and take bus number 27 to get off at the Corrientes and Callao zone, and that's where it all started.
As a tourist, I was looking out the window at Lanus streets while listening to my favorite music, when suddenly the bus got crowded and, sitting in priority seats, I had no other option but to give up my seat to a mother with her little girl who were returning from school.
On the way, precisely on Avenida Velez Sarsfield and Pedro de Lujan, I observe one of those many times when someone gets on the bus (today more for security than anything else), I see a man in his early forties with a briefcase, umbrella, shirt, and tie. Little hair, medium-length beard, and a physique that wasn't great but I looked him up and down while he put his bag into the storage compartment until he profiled towards the back and it was there that I saw him the way I looked at him and I acted like an idiot.
The gentleman sat next to me, where the wheelchair seat is, and smelled very good, he was A well-dressed gentleman. Every three or four blocks he would look ahead as if searching for the street where he should get off, but then turn around to look at that man who had pierced my skull with his perfume and my mice were having a feast on my head.
In one of my many stops, he turned his head towards me and caught me looking at his tight chest with his shirt and tie, making me feel cornered. He then turned his gaze away from me while moving his head to the rhythm of the music.
At that moment, the driver exclaimed: One step back, please! There's room!... and I see the man start running and I follow him out of the corner of my eye to see where he was going. As we all got a bit closer together, the gentleman positioned himself behind me since there wasn't enough room on the stairs.
At each stop, whenever someone would get off the stairs, his chest would bump into my back, the first one pushing me forward, the second one not doing so. He ran his briefcase to the side and at times I felt something leaning against me and I was boiling. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed this stranger's sequence and I didn't want to make a scene in public but everything seemed normal.
By the time we reached Barracas, I felt a hand brushing against my Booty once, then again a few seconds later and heard a breathing sound on the back of my neck that was both agitated and labored. I interpreted it as wanting something more and I wanted that too. Discreetly, I started rubbing my Booty over his penis, felt his briefcase change hands with which he held onto the bars to avoid falling and his right hand pinched my buttock. Surprised by this, I pulled away from him and a minute later felt his hand touching my Booty again and his index finger tracing my entire length from top to bottom, hinting that something was wanted.
A woman in front of me got off and I wasn't going to take her place because I wouldn't follow this man's game, so I gave up my spot to another man. with a bag. In a moment I let a paper fall that I had been carrying in my pocket and a boy told me: It slipped out of your pants...; and I didn't have any better idea than to bend down to look for the paper and support my ass on his crotch, it felt hard against mine, and that ended up by making me lose my head.
The bus began to clear out a bit at the back and everyone was heading towards there; he would let passengers pass through before positioning himself in the same spot. Some high school students with backpacks and jackets in their hands because it was hot and I was in hell sat down beside me, carrying bags and jackets because it was hot and I was in hell. About 30 blocks away from where I was getting off, I had a demon filling my head with morbid thoughts. Faking control of my back pockets, I moved my hand towards them and accidentally brushed against his lower part and felt his cock hard, under his pants and I decided.
I moved my humanity backwards a bit and while listening to music, I started tapping the rhythm with my right foot to disguise it a little more and wiggling my Booty towards his crotch and he very subtly understood everything and went back to supporting me. I was moving my head from side to side, faking having cervical problems and so kept rubbing my ass against his cock. With my gabardine pants on, I could feel his cock still hard and it was passing through my wide-open ass because I was already very hot. I passed my hand behind mine again to fulfill my mission; it was impossible for anyone to see me and with my hand caressing his cock, I felt a sigh mixed with disdain as if he was enjoying what I had done to him.
At that point, I was a slut in heat and he with his figure didn't say anything, just stayed behind mine without moving from there. On my part, I thought: If he stays behind me and supports me, he'll get off at the same stop, before or after. I already imagined what could happen; that he would get off and tell me something, or that he would get off and take me to a hotel, I was lost in that situation. Without more preambles continued with mine. The third will be the defeated, I thought inside and dared to leave my hand resting on his cock, it was hard and very marked its erection, and after each caress felt like my hand was pushed by his member and I very bold searched for the closure of his pants to lower them and feel his penis through his underwear.
When feeling my hand wanting to lower the zipper, he let out a medium-sized cough which was an excuse to send his hand to his pants and leave me the path free to feel it well up close.
At that moment, the boys from school moved towards the middle of the hallway with the intention of letting a lady pass and I took advantage of the commotion and sent my hand to his cock, note that his zipper was already down and slipped my hand in the middle of him and felt his cock hard, hot that warmed me so much that I ended up squeezing it a bit wanting to rip it off and put it in my mouth. It was there when the man returned his hand to my Booty giving soft caresses at first and some tight ones returning the kindness.
I no longer cared if someone saw us and in a few blocks I had to get down. We caught the Avenida Caseros traffic light and many people were going to get off there, then I ran ahead a bit to open the door and already with a stick in between and the school boys on the other side, once more I checked my back pockets.
I caressed his pelvic area one more time and my hand made a groove in his pants and when touching him again felt like his underwear was wet, I swear that warmed me up even more. With my index finger touching the wet spot, I felt like my Booty or mouth was asking to feel that thrill to get down a bit from that cloud of excitement I felt with this man.
I was getting off at Belgrano and Entre Ríos, we were at the height of Independencia when this man's hand searched for something more than my Booty, passed through my pocket without intending to steal and touched my cock and it seemed like a boy caught the vibe of the play and I made The total indifferent one. I had to get off, thought how to do it, turned around and saw him with an indifferent face but a grimace jumped from his face when I asked permission to get off and he opened up towards the left, leaving me between him and the stairs where there was more people getting off and between permissions and people getting off, touched his cock one last time and as I got off looked up at the bus and he turned around to see what I was doing. Everything ended in a simple touch and kiss on a bus, but I wish it would happen again.
As every day, I leave home to go to work and reach the last hours of the afternoon so that I can arrive at the weekend and rest from labor activities, studies (although I'm overwhelmed with partials) and other things. I am a promoter for a company and basically my job consists of walking the street, always well-dressed, but as it was Friday, I dressed casually for that reason.
The morning passed, then came noon and the moment arrived to go back to the office so they could see my face and then head home.
I usually work in a fixed zone but my boss asked if I could visit a client in the Lanus area, near the station. I, count from another well because I always went around the capital. At the crossings of 25 de Mayo and Irigoyen streets, I decided to start heading back to the office and take bus number 27 to get off at the Corrientes and Callao zone, and that's where it all started.
As a tourist, I was looking out the window at Lanus streets while listening to my favorite music, when suddenly the bus got crowded and, sitting in priority seats, I had no other option but to give up my seat to a mother with her little girl who were returning from school.
On the way, precisely on Avenida Velez Sarsfield and Pedro de Lujan, I observe one of those many times when someone gets on the bus (today more for security than anything else), I see a man in his early forties with a briefcase, umbrella, shirt, and tie. Little hair, medium-length beard, and a physique that wasn't great but I looked him up and down while he put his bag into the storage compartment until he profiled towards the back and it was there that I saw him the way I looked at him and I acted like an idiot.
The gentleman sat next to me, where the wheelchair seat is, and smelled very good, he was A well-dressed gentleman. Every three or four blocks he would look ahead as if searching for the street where he should get off, but then turn around to look at that man who had pierced my skull with his perfume and my mice were having a feast on my head.
In one of my many stops, he turned his head towards me and caught me looking at his tight chest with his shirt and tie, making me feel cornered. He then turned his gaze away from me while moving his head to the rhythm of the music.
At that moment, the driver exclaimed: One step back, please! There's room!... and I see the man start running and I follow him out of the corner of my eye to see where he was going. As we all got a bit closer together, the gentleman positioned himself behind me since there wasn't enough room on the stairs.
At each stop, whenever someone would get off the stairs, his chest would bump into my back, the first one pushing me forward, the second one not doing so. He ran his briefcase to the side and at times I felt something leaning against me and I was boiling. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed this stranger's sequence and I didn't want to make a scene in public but everything seemed normal.
By the time we reached Barracas, I felt a hand brushing against my Booty once, then again a few seconds later and heard a breathing sound on the back of my neck that was both agitated and labored. I interpreted it as wanting something more and I wanted that too. Discreetly, I started rubbing my Booty over his penis, felt his briefcase change hands with which he held onto the bars to avoid falling and his right hand pinched my buttock. Surprised by this, I pulled away from him and a minute later felt his hand touching my Booty again and his index finger tracing my entire length from top to bottom, hinting that something was wanted.
A woman in front of me got off and I wasn't going to take her place because I wouldn't follow this man's game, so I gave up my spot to another man. with a bag. In a moment I let a paper fall that I had been carrying in my pocket and a boy told me: It slipped out of your pants...; and I didn't have any better idea than to bend down to look for the paper and support my ass on his crotch, it felt hard against mine, and that ended up by making me lose my head.
The bus began to clear out a bit at the back and everyone was heading towards there; he would let passengers pass through before positioning himself in the same spot. Some high school students with backpacks and jackets in their hands because it was hot and I was in hell sat down beside me, carrying bags and jackets because it was hot and I was in hell. About 30 blocks away from where I was getting off, I had a demon filling my head with morbid thoughts. Faking control of my back pockets, I moved my hand towards them and accidentally brushed against his lower part and felt his cock hard, under his pants and I decided.
I moved my humanity backwards a bit and while listening to music, I started tapping the rhythm with my right foot to disguise it a little more and wiggling my Booty towards his crotch and he very subtly understood everything and went back to supporting me. I was moving my head from side to side, faking having cervical problems and so kept rubbing my ass against his cock. With my gabardine pants on, I could feel his cock still hard and it was passing through my wide-open ass because I was already very hot. I passed my hand behind mine again to fulfill my mission; it was impossible for anyone to see me and with my hand caressing his cock, I felt a sigh mixed with disdain as if he was enjoying what I had done to him.
At that point, I was a slut in heat and he with his figure didn't say anything, just stayed behind mine without moving from there. On my part, I thought: If he stays behind me and supports me, he'll get off at the same stop, before or after. I already imagined what could happen; that he would get off and tell me something, or that he would get off and take me to a hotel, I was lost in that situation. Without more preambles continued with mine. The third will be the defeated, I thought inside and dared to leave my hand resting on his cock, it was hard and very marked its erection, and after each caress felt like my hand was pushed by his member and I very bold searched for the closure of his pants to lower them and feel his penis through his underwear.
When feeling my hand wanting to lower the zipper, he let out a medium-sized cough which was an excuse to send his hand to his pants and leave me the path free to feel it well up close.
At that moment, the boys from school moved towards the middle of the hallway with the intention of letting a lady pass and I took advantage of the commotion and sent my hand to his cock, note that his zipper was already down and slipped my hand in the middle of him and felt his cock hard, hot that warmed me so much that I ended up squeezing it a bit wanting to rip it off and put it in my mouth. It was there when the man returned his hand to my Booty giving soft caresses at first and some tight ones returning the kindness.
I no longer cared if someone saw us and in a few blocks I had to get down. We caught the Avenida Caseros traffic light and many people were going to get off there, then I ran ahead a bit to open the door and already with a stick in between and the school boys on the other side, once more I checked my back pockets.
I caressed his pelvic area one more time and my hand made a groove in his pants and when touching him again felt like his underwear was wet, I swear that warmed me up even more. With my index finger touching the wet spot, I felt like my Booty or mouth was asking to feel that thrill to get down a bit from that cloud of excitement I felt with this man.
I was getting off at Belgrano and Entre Ríos, we were at the height of Independencia when this man's hand searched for something more than my Booty, passed through my pocket without intending to steal and touched my cock and it seemed like a boy caught the vibe of the play and I made The total indifferent one. I had to get off, thought how to do it, turned around and saw him with an indifferent face but a grimace jumped from his face when I asked permission to get off and he opened up towards the left, leaving me between him and the stairs where there was more people getting off and between permissions and people getting off, touched his cock one last time and as I got off looked up at the bus and he turned around to see what I was doing. Everything ended in a simple touch and kiss on a bus, but I wish it would happen again.
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