She walked to the corner of Sutter and Stockton and waited for the bus. There was always a crowd waiting, and if she didn’t want to be forced to await the next one she would have to shove and elbow her way on. A few minutes later she did just that, forcing herself into a mid-aisle crush, stretching her arm to reach a strap, wedging her backpack between her feet and holding her purse in front of her like a shield. The doors eased closed and the bus jerked and bucked as it pulled off. Austin was thrown into the person behind her. As the bus pulled off from the next stop, where even more people crammed on, she again was thrown against him, but there really wasn’t enough room for her to straighten up and move away.

"Sorry," she said, loud enough for him to hear.

She knew it was a man, because as she half leaned against him she could feel the evidence, hard against her. Instead of trying to move away however, he slipped his right hand under her tee shirt and around her waist, and actually held her in place against his hardness.

"Shhh. Don’t say anything. I won’t hurt you, but this opportunity seems too good to pass up."

The sound was a low whisper against her ear.

Austin went rigid. She had never had this experience before. Although she had seen couples doing things on the buses that she would never have had the nerve to do, this was a complete stranger holding her against his penis. His rock-hard penis. He could be a pervert. What did she mean "could be?" He was a pervert, holding her like this. But strangely enough, she didn’t say anything.

Actually, in light of her thoughts just that morning, this was an adventure of sorts. A wild and crazy sort of thing that someone younger, someone prettier might do, just on a whim. She relaxed a little. At the next stop, no one got off from their section of the bus, but a couple of people forced their way on. The doors closed, forcing everyone into the aisle, but for once, Austin was glad to be packed in.

When she relaxed slightly, the man moved his hand a little higher until his thumb rubbed the bottom of her breast. He splayed his fingers and touched as much skin as possible, then eased his hand over her breast. When his thumb teased her nipple she heard a soft moan in her ear. His breath was a bit ragged as he leaned his head against hers and his breath feathered the hair at her ear. He pushed against her with his penis and then turned side to side slightly to rub it against her butt. She gasped with the sensation of the friction on her nipple and the thought of what he could do if they weren’t fully clothed and riding with sixty other people on a city bus. Her eyes flew open at the thought and she quickly glanced around to see if anyone could see or hear what they were doing. No, too tightly packed. But that changed as they reached the next stop.

As people behind them jostled to get to the door, he removed his hand and stepped back from her slightly, while still keeping his mouth close to her ear. "Sweet Dulcie, you are the cause of my having a very uncomfortable evening ahead of me."