The morning was frigid as Christi waited for her bus. She was lucky, it would only take one route to get home from Savannah's house. The route itself was somewhat meandering in its course, an extra 45 minutes worth of stops, but at least she wouldn't have to wait in the cold for any transfers.

She stomped her feet back and forth a little trying to force more circulation into her toes. It didn't do much given the thin nature of her heeled boots and how much skin she had bared. She certainly wasn't dressed like the commuters waiting with her for the early bus. It was just her luck that she had somehow managed to drop her clutch last night at the bar Savannah took her to, keys and wallet still inside. At least she knew her neighbor would be home to let her inside with the spare she kept in his apartment, he worked nights and was always willing to help her out.

She had decided to spend the night at her friend's once they had stumbled their way back into Savannah's to find her things missing. With both of them ready to fall asleep standing up and no safe way back to her complex in the dark let alone back into her unit she laid down on her friend's couch and let the soft waves of her buzz lull her to sleep.

The warm atmosphere of the night prior was unfortunately shattered upon waking as Savannah had predictably slept in after their night out. The woman was running around blindly pulling together a work appropriate outfit as Christi sat on the couch trying to remember how to function as a human being. She managed as far as brushing her teeth with one of the cheap toothbrushes her friend kept stocked for company. She had just stolen a water bottle before Savannah was ushering her out the door.

"Hey girl, I'm sorry I can't drive you back. My jackass boss will have my ass if I'm late again. You know how he is," Savannah said, pulling her hair into a somewhat messy ponytail as they marched to the front of her complex.

Christi blinked as what she said sank in. "How close can you get me?" she mumbled as she tried to both jog in her heels and catch up to Savannah's far more practical footwear.

"The stop at Tawny and Yolanda by the Denny's. You said it was only one bus ride from there to get home last time." Savannah changed lanes to turn left and Christi nodded. She could do one bus to get home. Hopefully she could sit for part of it, a long bus ride in unsteady heels wouldn't be too fun. She leaned her head back and let the car's heat blast her into a quiet mellow as she ate her granola bar and drank half her water. Savannah's calming, "Don't Freak Out" playlist easily blocked out the sounds of traffic outside the car. By the time they pulled up to the bus stop she had been nearly rocked back to sleep.

As they pulled up to the stop Savannah slapped her thigh just above her knee twice. Shoving a handful of change from the center console into Christi's hand Savannah said, "Time to wake up sweetheart, I've got eight hours of coworker bullshit to get to." Christi nodded and got out of the car, bidding her friend a quick goodbye.

As soon as the cold air hit her Christi felt her skin tighten into goosebumps. No longer ensconced in the warmth of her friend's car, the chilly morning brought with it a new sense of awareness about how inadequate her party outfit was in the cold light of day. She wasn't dressed so scandalously that anyone would look twice but her short artfully draped halter dress and shimmery fishnets were far from weather appropriate. Despite a quick tug on the flowy hem it did nothing to shield the lower half of her thighs or calves from the breeze coming off the traffic on the busy street, just swayed gently. She was lucky her long hair hung down her back, shielding and warming the otherwise bared skin. She moved a bit deeper into the bus stop overhang, using the large side to block some of the wind and leaning slightly against the poster of a poorly photoshopped lawyer. In her own little world Christi started to slowly shift her weight from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together in hopes that some friction would warm her. The drag of her fishnets against each other an over her smooth skin felt a bit tingly and as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms she occasionally brushed her forearms against her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, already hard from the cold. She looked innocent, like any other woman who had misjudged the weather while dressing, but as she shifted the seam of her cheekster panties gently pressed against into her slit and that with the tingling in her legs and slightly more than occasional pressure on her nipples made a light spark of arousal dance through her.

Twenty minutes of rocking to stay warm later, the bus pulled up. Christi, now just the slightest bit dewy between her thighs from her ministrations entered the bus with her fellow passengers. She sighed as she looked up from dropping her change into the slot, the bus was mostly full so she'd be standing. She half walked half sideways shuffled down to the back half of the bus, ending up facing the front of a well dressed if somewhat rumpled man about ten years her senior. Behind her, on the other side of the bus sat a group of young men listening to music. Around them a handful of folks stood holding various metal poles to stay steady. She always preferred the back of the bus, it would save her from the burst of cold air from the doors opening at each stop and allowed her respite from the ever changing cast of the front few rows who were only ever there for a stop or two.

The man in front of her gave her a mild smile, the kind to acknowledge that another person had made eye contact but not enough to invite conversation. This, of course, was the ideal thing for him to do as she had had her fair share of strange conversations with stranger people on public transport. As the bus started to pull away from her stop Christi raised her arm to grasp the cool horizontal metal pole coming from the ceiling and took a small step to accommodate the sudden sway of the bus. She sighed a bit as the bus turned, again needing to slightly shift her position, legs a bit farther apart at the ankles. She now had one foot on either ride of the man's right thigh, their knees knocking a bit as the bus rocked.

The man was rather attractive, a full head of dark hair with a bit of salt and pepper coming in at the temples and a charcoal grey suit. His thighs were just a bit spread, relaxed and at ease in his skin, far from the swagger of youth but still handsome. He had crows feet that made it look like he had laughed in his life, to go with frown lines that said he still took life seriously. A medium build and taller than her she knew a guy like that could absolutely cage her up against a wall and make her feel small. Not that being taller than her was particularly hard, most people were. His five o'clock shadow would feel amazing on her thighs, not that she'd ever actually proposition him. Still she allowed a few minutes to pass idly fantasizing about his tall frame and thick fingers as the bus rocked through a few stops, their knees still brushing with the motion of the bus as she enjoyed the spark of arousal from earlier flare into a low background hum to her thoughts.

Her thoughts distracted her enough that when the bus hit a dip she failed to catch herself and toppled forward onto the man. Dropping her water bottle beside him she landed half straddling him, hands braced against the glass on either side of his head. His face just brushed her breasts, warm breath fanning out over her still hard nipples. His hands had come up out of instinct as she tumbled. One was on her left hip with the thick hands of this fingers spread wide, the pads of his fingers firm on her ass. His other hand had landed on her ribs near her armpit, half against one of her heavy tits. They both froze and while she tried to suppress it instinct mixed with the thrum of arousal from her earlier thoughts had her slightly arching her back, leaning in to his touch. Her breasts pressing slightly onto his face as he looked up at her. His hands, seemingly without conscious thought, squeezed down lightly on the cheek and tit in their grasp. His thumbs rubbed back and forth across the fabric of her dress for the second they both took for their higher brain functions to come online. The song blaring out of the phone across the aisle changed and seemed to snap both of them out of the haze.

Christi righted herself, pushing off the bench seat and reaching up to grab the horizontal bar again and apologizing. All the while knowing she'd be thinking about those hands on her for a while. He too fixed himself, sitting a bit straighter and adjusting in his seat. "I'm sorry I grabbed you, Miss " he said, voice rumbling pleasantly as she felt her cheeks flush.

"Not your fault," she replied with a light laugh, "Sorry I climbed in your lap." He reached down to grab her water bottle and held it up for her, eyes straying to the way her breasts hung as she swayed with the motion of the bus. "I'm Christi by the way, figure you should know my name since we went to second base."

He looked startled for a moment before laughing, "I suppose we did." He licked his lips clearly trying not to stare at her body but failing "Very nice outfit for a Sunday morning, going to church perhaps?" he asked with a grin.

Normally she'd be offended but the way he said it made it clear she was in on the joke not the butt of it so instead she gave a small. "I went out with a friend to celebrate last night and and spent the night on her couch. I'm heading home." She adjusted her weight again, legs again brushing the sides of his knee with the movement of the bus. The more she stood here, the more attractive he became. She wondered what his wide grin would feel like against her skin.

He arched his foot, raising his knee slightly so it leaned more heavily against the inside of her thigh. Nothing anyone else would notice but certainly intentional. "Oh? And what were you girls celebrating?"

She felt her cheeks color, her hips instinctively canting slightly though there was nothing to gain friction from. She adjusted so her legs were gently pressed to either side of his one. The touch nice but far from what she craved. It was however, the perfect way to let him know she was just as interested as he seemed to be. "I got a new job I've been excited about," she said as his hand slid up her leg, over her fishnets and up to her hip where it had landed during her fall. Stopping there to give the outer side of her ass a light squeeze through her dress as his thumb rubbed at her hip.

"That does sound like a reason to celebrate," he said as his other hand came to rest on her side. Fingers brushing the underside of her breast. He licked his lips again, eyes dragging from her chest to her face, "is it a big step up?"

She leaned into his touch, watching his pants tighten, "Not really, but I've been trying to work there for years and openings are rare. Plus it's in a field I'm exss-excited about," she said, voice cutting off a bit as he leaned forward to drag his tongue up between her breasts where her dress's draped neckline gapped. His spit left an icy trail in its wake as it hit the cool air. She felt her nipples tighten further and held back what she was certain was an embarrassing sound. She bent one knee so it was on the bench between his legs. A hair's breadth from his cock. He rocked slightly into her knee as he again leaned forward, this time sliding her nipple into his mouth through her dress. Laving it with his tongue and sucking hard. She bit her lip as she rocked into it, her fingers flexed around her water bottle only to drop it again as he gave her the exposed skin of her tit a light bite as he pulled away.

As her bottle rolled across the aisle she pulled away and glanced around to check if anyone had seen them. In the clear, everyone was still absorbed in their phones or otherwise occupied. The bus came to yet another stop and as it settled she turned and took the half step forward to grab her fallen bottle, making sure to keep her knees straight as she did so the man would see the glistening wet spot on her barely there panties. The bus started to move again and she heard him groan. He slid forward, bulge hot and firm against her thigh. As she went to straighten she felt him grab her hips and pull her ass and pussy first onto his face. He rubbed his face into the crevice and licked her through her fishnets with enthusiasm, roughly squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks. She arched her back to give better access as she choked back what was sure to be loud moans. As it was, a few whimpers made their way out as he ate her. He ripped a hole in the center of her fishnets to slide a finger and his mouth into her hot pussy, dripping in her own slick and his saliva. She glanced around again to see that one of the young men, about 20, seemed aware something was up but seemed to be more interested in whatever song his friend was playing.

As the bus turned yet another corner Christi used the momentum to grind her pussy back onto the man's face. Sweat ran down her back as she felt the telltale tightening in her gut. As two of his thick fingers slid in and out of her pussy, a thumb rubbed at her clit. He pulled back for a moment for breath and tore her fishnets further to expose her asshole to him. When he returned his face slid higher and he started eating her tight ass. His tongue slid easily between the cheeks he held apart with his large hands, sliding around the rim and spearing her. She rocked back onto his face, panting a bit and trying to keep her balance and not scream about the hot slick sensation melting her brain. She felt the precipice approaching and while she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep herself from shouting for the whole bus to hear she didn't much care. All that mattered was how good this man's mouth felt on her slutty little pussy.

Just as that shimmering glass wall between her and her orgasm was about to shatter, the bus again lurched to a stop, this time admitting more than the regular 4 or 5 passengers. As the bus filled further the man stood and pulled her a few more rows back. His former seat filled quickly and he maneuvered her so she could grab one of the vertical poles as he stood behind her. The bus started to roll forward again and she felt him crowd her against the pole, the cool metal pressing between her tits as he rocked against her. She found herself grateful for her tall heels, allowing her ass to line up well with what felt like a very sizable member. She pressed back against him, as his hand again found her tit, this time sliding easily under her dress to pinch and pull at her nipples, fingers still coated in her slick. She pressed herself both back against him at the ass and into his hand at the c'est, leaving her leaning back against him and grasping the pole with one hand while the other lazily came up to scratch at the hairs at the base of his hairline. He leaned forward, kissing and sucking at her neck as he freed his cock through the fly of his trousers with his free hand. She felt him again slide her panties to the side and slide his cock up and down through her folds, gently fucking her cheeks and thighs as she shook from anticipation. She wanted that thick cock in her now, splitting her open. As he continued to rock into her vulva and fuck her thighs he spoke in his rough voice into her ear, "Do you like this Christi? Do you want me to fuck you right here where anyone can see?" She groaned and felt the he'd of his cock keep rubbing against her clit as she rocked against him.

"Please, put your cock in me," she managed to choke out, trying to be quiet, "I need it please fuck me."

He glanced around before smacking her ass. Not loud enough that anyone seemed to notice the sound but hard enough to sting, "You need my cock in your greedy little pussy? Then take it," he said, pressing a hot hand over her back to bend over a bit more before sliding it in slowly. The stretch was exquisite, not that she could have expressed that given that her higher brain functions had shut off and her mind seemed to be stuck on her sweet pussy being so well filled while surrounded by strangers.

She let out a quiet moan as he rocked into her, finally bottoming out. She hadn't seen his size but she doubted she had ever been this full or this turned on, and by a man at least a decade her senior at that. She'd look at what that said about her later, right now all that mattered was that thick cock fucking into her. "Uh uh little miss. You've got to stay quiet," he said as he slid his hand up from her tit and pulled her head back, sliding two thick fingers into her mouth. Her dress, while nicely draped for dancing wasn't meant for this and as he had slid his hand out and was starting to pick up speed as he fucked into her tight hole her tit slid out of the side of her dress, swaying with his thrusts and slapping into the cold metal pole over and over, the temperature difference feeling divine against her flush skin.

As he kept thrusting, hard enough for her to hear the wet slide of him and the slap of his balls hitting her clit with every thrust she glanced around. Two of the men from before had noticed and were watching unabashed as she got fucked like a slut on the bus. A woman was subtly rubbing at herself through her pants while trying not to look like she was watching. The rest of the bus though remained blissfully unaware of the mind-blowing fucking she was getting. As she made eye contact with a man in a hoodie who seemed to notice her she made a sound around the fingers in her mouth. The man behind her groaned and dragged his fingers out of her mouth, sliding them first to her other tit to free it and then up to her throat, just a hint of pressure there as he spoke quietly into her ear, voice reverberating through her chest like the word of some sort of sex fueled god. "Do you see them watching you? Getting your pussy drilled like a little slut?" He slapped her ass with his free hand, harder this time, before sliding it down to flick at her clit "Do you want them to see me fill this little pussy with my cum? Mark you up with it like the little cumdump you are?"

Christi felt herself nod, wanting to be such a good little fuck toy for him, "Yes, please fill me up I want your cum please," she said as best she could with his massive hand around her throat. She felt his thrusts change and his hand tighten around her throat. The new angle somehow made everything feel deeper and her walls started to tighten and flutter around his cock, her orgasm crashed over her. The eyes of her rapt audience drinking her in as she let herself be used like a perfect cum dump. His body tensed behind her as he let out a groan deep from his chest and she felt ropes of his cum fill her tiny pussy.

He slowed his fingers on her clit and pulled out, she felt some of his cum start to dribble down her thigh. He turned her around so she was leaning on the pole, caged between it and his body. And held up his hand to be cleaned of her juices. As she did so he put himself away with his other hand. "You put on a good show for them. I think she came," he said, nodding toward the woman from earlier. Christi nodded, still in a bit of a fucked out haze. He tucked her breasts back into her dress and kissed her. She realized even pumped full of his cum, this was the first time they had kissed and she let out an absent minded giggle.

The bus's automated audio announced her stop approaching through tinny speakers and she looked up at the man who has fucked her brains out. "That's my stop," she said, kind of devastated she had to get off what felt like both the shortest and longest bus ride of her life.

"Time to get off then," he said with a smirk as he turned her around and gave her pert ass one more slap. She stumbled toward the bus doors, passing the two men who had been watching her. Their hands were moving together in their seats. The woman looked up and gave her lazy smile and salute as they both floated through their post orgasmic haze.

As she stepped off the bus the cold cut through the floaty feeling of being fucked out and brought two realizations. One, she had forgotten her water bottle somewhere on that bus, and two she hadn't even learned the man's name. A shame really, given that she'd do just about anything for a repeat performance. Or a few dozen. She glanced back at the bus in time to see the man take a long sip from her water while looking right back at her.