Its our stop (reprise)

I catch the bus every day. I like it. The people, the passing by and the slight superiorty you feel looking into and down upon the cars. I like looking at the women driving by. I like breasts. Like any man I'll look at any breasts and like any man I would consider myself an expert. But then I like all breasts. The variety of shape and size attracts me. Nothing on a woman is more unique that her breasts. Her individuality. I never see any I do not like. I love them all but some more than others however.

I catch the bus daily. Everyday I watch the people get on and off. Everyday I see them, truly look at them, watching the girls and their wonderful shapes. But mostly I look forward to her. She gets on a every other day. So relaxed and free, with her easy dress sense over her full frame. Not that she's big mind, just full, womanly. And I like her breasts. I can see them, and everytime I see them I sigh inwardly with desire. Large, round, full. Sometimes I get to see the cleavage. That wonderful line plunging down into her body. Other times its just the outline and I can picture their shape. What is it that one person can be special or unique or intriguing yet another not.

I see her behind her sunglasses. She seems curious and engaging. Watching the other people. I see her watching women mostly, catching glances at their bodies. I wonder.

One day she hops on and another women sits down beside her. I can tell she likes this one. She looks slightly awkward, nervous. The shoulders hunched. I think she's scared of getting caught. I see the girl turn to her and say something. A small thing by the looks of it. They talk a little later.

I close my eyes and wonder at how she looks naked. The smooth lines of her neck. Her shoulders, round and ready to bite. Her wonderful breasts, their weight, the feel when cupped gently and held. the look when they hang down over me. The georgeous nipples, large and erect. Her body which I would love to touch, kiss gently and thoroughly, feel and explore. Her ass to rub slowly. To have her to myself and adore. To lose myself in her nakedness.

Then both of them get up to leave. Confusing. As she stands up and waits for the bus to stop she looks directly at me. She pauses as if assessing me and lifts her glasses. Winking at me. 'I see you.' A pause.  Lets go'. I am startled, instantly excited. Her fellow passenger looks at her, then at me and gets off. She says again ' Lets go'. This time waving at me. She looks at me as she gets off the bus. I make to get up....

.....'Let's go'. I open my eyes, shake my head and look next to me. My wife is prodding me gently. I look around. Look for her. She's gone. ' Yes dear'. I smile as I walk off the bus with her.