The guys Imet on the bus was relatively attractive, in his late twenties I would say, with a muscular body, close cut hair, brown eyes and tanned skin, but there was a certain sleaziness about him that I found both scary and oddly alluring. I held his gaze, thinking fast as his hand inched slowly further and further up my leg. "I'm Steve" he offered, and after a short pause I made up my mind. "Amy" I replied, allowing a slight smile to flit across my face. "Amy? You're gorgeous" He said, "Thanks, you're not so bad yourself" I responded. "Sexy as hell, seriously" He ended the conversation and I was flattered. It was cliched, and unoriginal but I didn't care, I'd decided. I'd woken up this morning thinking I was going to get cock, and that bastard Tony wasn't going to stop me having what I needed. He was still having sex with his wife after all, why wasn't I allowed to have fun elsewhere? Besides it was ages since I'd shagged a stranger and I found these encounters really exciting.
Posted on 04.06.2013, 07:18:08 CET