Chapter 2: The Bus Ride

(Sonia’s POV)

It’s true, I was stuck in a rut. No real men who could toy with a girl. Play games. Fulfill the challenge I needed at the time. I needed a change. Not a huge change, just a little pep in my step to free me from the boredom of trying to date in the current age. My last two outings ended in disaster and I needed something different. I needed a moment to expect the unexpected.

I’ve always had this fantasy of being groped in public. Not raped or gangbanged, nothing that drastic, just a little “show and don’t tell”. My little inner exhibitionist was yearning to make an appearance, but I wanted it to be spontaneous, organic, unrehearsed. Of course there would be signs, and it would require bravery on my part. The right opportunity in the right situation with the right willing participant and, most importantly, the right outfit.

For the first few days, I wore my dark blue London Fog coat. It was ankle length and fashionable, but it covered everything nicely, unless I didn’t want it to. Underneath, I wore my “cupless” baby blue bra. It was a bra in the sense that it went around my boobs and over my shoulders and fastened in the back. Only two things were missing. A functional pad to hold and cover both of “the girls”. I love going braless, but my clothes and my job do not afford me that luxury. Thankfully, I had a couple of weeks of vacation leftover from last year. This just happened to coincide with my need for a change, and a little event I liked to call “embracing my inner exhibitionist”. All I needed was a location.

As fate would have it, my car was in the shop for a few days and I decided to get out and see the city, so I chose the bus. I know, it’s not safe, things happen, people can die on a bus. You don’t have to remind me, I’ve seen the movie, “Speed” with Keanu Reeves. There’s something about taking the bus. It’s seedy, dangerous, vulnerable, anything can and most likely will happen on a city bus. Nevertheless, I thought it would be a great location for a brief interaction with my inner exhibitionist.

The first three days of riding the bus were a waste. I almost gave up on the idea. Nothing but little old men who could barely walk, scared mothers with chaperones, and homeless people just trying to have a place to be that was out of the elements. I had other plans for Thursday and Friday, and the weekend was always taken up with my family. I decided to resume my adventure the following Monday.

There I was, sitting about halfway back on the driver’s side of bus 1669 on a cold Monday morning wearing a fake bra with my girls fully exposed underneath my long coat. Today I decided to go with my khaki coat and some boots, just to change up my vibe. No panties today, which allowed a nice brisk breeze flowing upwards against my shaved puss. I never button up this coat, I only use the belt to keep it closed, so I was constantly wet from that little exhilarating sensation on my bare cunny, especially when I stepped up onto the bus.

“Oh my!” I said out loud and the bus driver gave me a smile. I suppose he might have caught a glimpse of my bare puss as I stepped up. At least I liked to think so.

Anyhow, as I sat alone in my seat, studying the nearly full load of passengers, this big burly biker type guy boarded the bus. I watched him as he looked for an open seat. I briefly thought about scooting over so that he could sit next to me, but that wouldn’t be organic. I didn’t want to manipulate the scenario, so I remained seated and staring straight ahead. No eye contact. Oh, did I mention that the seat across from me was open? See, I didn’t need to manipulate anything.

I could feel him staring briefly at me before he took the seat across from me. I made sure that my coat was opened up just enough for someone to see my blue “bra”, again not really a bra, but giving the appearance of a real bra in straps only. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he would glance over occasionally. Once I caught him looking just a little too long so I hunched my shoulders to loosen the coat a bit more and give him a better peek.

We were playing this “cat & mouse” sort of game when this lady with a baby boarded along with either her mother or a friend. By now, thankfully there were no open seats. Nobody seemed to notice, so I stood and gave them my seat. They thanked me, but I should have been thanking them because it allowed me to get really close to the biker guy. I could smell his cologne, which instantly gave me a tingling sensation between my legs. I do love a confident man who wears cologne, no matter what his lifestyle. I was holding the pole behind his seat to steady myself. This allowed me to nonchalantly spread my legs for a more stable stance. I could smell my own musty wetness, even above his masculine cologne. I felt certain that he would notice my scent, but I didn’t see any evidence of that.