Watching is the game

Here I am just another bus ride to work. I been taking this same bus stop since I moved here give or take five years ago. Some of these faces I see here everyday just like me. No one ever says hi or morning. We just stay strangers to the people we see almost everyday. I an not saying we should invite them over to have a barbecue on the weekends. Just a hi, or a hey how are you? I notice you here a lot like me. I wonder if they notice me like I do them?

Now I know I could be the one to open my mouth first. I am programmed to keep my eyes from making contact with someone for to long and to mind my own business. I mean isn't that how we as people have been taught to be in public? So just like the blood cells in my body. I move about the veins of the city doing my job. Without doing much of anything else.

But I am not oblivious to my surroundings. I notice peoples patterns. Like the old lady here, she goes shopping on Wednesdays. The shopping cart she wheels only on that day tells me that. The muscle bold man is on the way to a gym. On the way because there is no sweat on him or smell coming off him. The lady across from me gets abused. I seen faint black and blue mark's on her wrist. Never on her face, so she's good at makeup covers ups or he is smart enough to not hit her there. Then there is this couple over here. The wife don't know he is cheating. When she gets off the bus, he removes his ring.

But I thought you mind your own business and don't stare you ask. Looking around or glancing several times isn't against the protocols of riding the bus or minding my business. It helps to be wearing prescription glasses with a dark tint. Lights hurts my eyes from my teenage years. Yes watching TV in the dark does hurt your eyes. I never said I keep to the program.

I noticed a new pattern with Ms. Abused lady for a few months now. For starters your not always alone. I see you wIth some new guy randomly. Is this the guy that's been hurting you? Your always seem to be looking down when your with him or just not directly at him. Your dress attire changed from tight blouses to barely closed. I see more marks too now. Pinkish lines on the back of your thighs. Red thick bands around your ankles.

You have become the center of my attention. Even taking the bus pass my own stop to watch the jiggling of your breasts as the bus rocks. Looking beyond the darkness of your skirts focusing between your knees. To glimpse what is beyond the hem. To see panties or no panties. Glaring at your ass or crotch when you wear yoga pants. To figure out what type of garments you got on, if any. Are you sexting when you're on your phone? You sneezed, let's see if your nipples show though your bras padding, when you wear one. The look on your face when he touches you. Such a nervous look as if you're ashamed of yourself or him. These are just a few thing on the list of what I been watching you for or looking for. My main question is. What is it between you and this guy?

Today the bus is full to the point where all the seats are taken and I have to stand. Your sitting one row away from me next to a window. He is a row behind you standing as well, only a couple of people away from me. He is watching you intently as you look out the window with another passenger sitting beside you. Your eyes close and a few moments later they reopen, you look to be nodding off to sleep. You're in a very unbutton, revealing untucked blouse. Showing that very creamy and meaty cleavage. Wait a second your not in a bra today. I can see in between the straining first two actually buttoned buttons and it's all skin. Are you wearing panties? Dam your purse is in your hands resting between your knees. Blocking my view not allowing me to see up your skirt.

I am actively trying to stay facing out the window. In fear of bringing attention to myself. I take my cell phone out and randomly text someone about some stupid shit. Giving me a reason to be turning in your direction and yet tending to my own business, seemingly. When the chime of the next texted reply came I pulled my cell out and keep it low to my side to read it. Although it was a two word reply I keep looking past the cell. Keeping my watchfulness sight on you. This is how I found out half his arm is missing.

His bicep is partly tucked between the two of you and I can glimpse some of his forearm before it disappears under your blouse. Is this guy touching you? Is this why you look as tho your falling asleep. I start typing out a reply and try to make it as drawn out as possible looking around and making facial expressions as tho I am contemplating an answer. I need to look as natural as possible. The top of your skirt is bobbing up and down from what has to be his hand. Your squeezing your purse tightly as you fidget with it.

The road becomes bumpy and with each time we bounce or shift your eyes close and your body shifts. I imaged he is going deep with each bounce. Is it hard to contain your composure as he penetrates you? Your unrestricted breast bouncing beckons my attention pulling my eyes north. Looking to catch every view I can get. As every second passes of your seemingly controlled appearance makes me aroused as I spy on you.

The palm of your hand covers the lower section of your face. As you use your thumb and pointer finger to rub your eyes. Pinching the bridge of your nose like your willing away a headache, as you contain your orgasm. He reaches across you to touch the call strip to alert the driver of wanting to get off at the next stop. Sitting back in the seat his missing arm now is in his face. He is smelling and licking your cum off his fingers. He vacates the seat beside you as the bus comes to a stop. Leaving the bus without looking back. It isn't long that the seat is taken by the man I normally see you with.

Your sitting up straight and your knees are clamped together. Your hands are on top of your purse. Palms up by the time he got into the seat beside you. Looking straight ahead now you are no longer looking out the window. The look on your face is that of you didn't do your book report. There is five mins left for school to be out and hoping the teacher doesn't call on you. Your licking your lips and nibbling on different locations as you take glances out the corner of your eyes. Looking nervously down at your hands, expecting the worst. Even I am getting nervous for you. Looking out the window watching streets go by as if reading the names. In order to see any kind of indication to his intentions.

His hand moves over to your palm and with two fingers runs them over you palm. All the nervousness melted away from your face. Replaced by a smile and look of pride glowing from you. From just a simple touch? What was that all about? You must have got away without him noticing that other guy was touching you. I am glad he didn't do what I thought and hurt you in some way right here.

From that day on I would try to be in the same area of the bus as you. There would be days I would see you alone, talking on your phone. I believe it was your guy on the phone by hearing some of your half of the conversation. A simple. Yes I will do just as you said. Then there is the more direct statement. I am excited by the thoughts of having not been caught yet. Yes, I wonder if any one else notices the puddle I left on the floor. Yes I was watching and part of me wants you to know I know.

Sometimes someone would come up to you. Most of those times they would sit beside you. Other times you would go over to someone, somewhere on the bus. Mostly men but once in a while it would be a woman. Just about all of them without a doubt was getting you off. The small few others was you getting them off. It was all covert, under clothes or hidden behind a large bag of some type. I even once got up behind you on a very crowded day. As a guy sitting in an aisle seat used by the buzzing sound a vibrator. It was low and sounded like a phone on buzzer only. A rhythmic buzz, buzz, buzz then a pause to once more start up. It had been a remote controlled device cause when I jockeyed around to try and get a view of what was going on. No hands were up your skirt but I knew it was him cause he was smiling up at you after smelling the air by you.

This had gone on for months. Where I would even go past my stop just to watch you. I had arrived to work late many times in those months. Even had to get off myself a number of times, and no not just at home, a few times at work too. It's almost like watching porn when I watch you with these people. The act of watching you and not being noticed could be to me just as your erotic. That your actions could be erotic to you. Believing that no one noticed you and your commuter escapades.

It had been a long time since I seen the two of you on the bus. Then this day the two of you came on the bus together. Although you didn't sit together. There are several seat available around the bus. Leaning over your shoulder he spoke in your ear. Without saying a word you walked away moving though the bus. You past a few available seats continuing till you take the empty seat next to the me. I can hear my heart beat in my ears, I am getting so excited. Will I be able to get away without being noticed of my voyeurism. Should I pass up on watching you and what ever person being so close? No, this is like being in the front row to a concert.

Sleep, I just need to sleep or just look like I am. A few yawns and a couple of head jerks awake. To a flop my head onto my shoulder and to sleep. Now all I have to do is crack one eyelid and peck out to see. Giving it a few trys to test out the position of my head and how much I can open my lid. I find it to work. Just a little blurry but enough to see what's going to happening. A little nudging at my side alerts me to your shifting. I continue to play being asleep, it is not enough to awaken me yet. Your playing with something at your hips, tugging at something. Cracking the one eye closes to you. I see no one next to you other then me. Is it a toy? No buzzing coming from you so it can't be that. You bend over and it looks as if your looking in a bag or fiddling with something at your feet.

Oh, your as slick as I am. While your bent over you moved one hand up under your shirt. Only I can see this cause it's the hand on my side. Your body is blocking that site from everyone else seeing that on the other side of you. When your hand comes out from under your skirt it is curled up in a ball. Resting at your side between our legs. With the next sway of the the bus I made myself wake up and look around to get my bearings. All the time trying to get a look at your hand to see if you did what I though. By what I could see i was right. A little bit of cloth was poking out you hand.

The first time you knocked into my hand resting a top of my knee I thought it was by accident. After a few more taps and full push that knocked my hand into my lap. Proved it was no accident and you were actively trying to get my attention. Lifting my head up in your direction making contact, you moved your eyes down to your hand. Giving me a silent motion to look at what you had. When I do so your hand moves over mine still clenching the fabric. Raising my hand up to meet yours you open your hand pressing the item between our hands. It's damp, velvety and as I unraveled the ball it turns into panties. My eyes shoot up in shock. What I am stocked at is that it's me this time. I am the one that gets to make you climax.

I am not about to turn down the chance to fondle you. To touch what I been watching others touch. This is my chance to explore something else. Even if its hidden sexual acts in public. Crossing my arms in front of chest I pocketed your panties into my jacket pocket. Reaching over with the other hand I roll my fingers over your breast. One finger at a time graze over your nipple. In turn each one flicks your ever hardening nipple. Yes, your bra less as well. Now after removing them your panty less too.

Your nipple is firm and about the size of a small chocolate covered raisin. Feeling more adventurous and using the rocking of the bus I palm your breast. As we sway side to side. Feeling the heaviness of your full, soft mound in my hand is not what I thought was going to happen today. I am not complaining about this what so ever and continue to paw at it. Closing my fingers into a fist I take your nipple under my thumb and the knuckle of my finger. The fabric of the blouse moving would have been a problem. If, the top three buttons were done up. Because they are not it gives me a very clear look in to your other breast. To see a nice darken patch of skin. Being the top of the areola. This first person view has its advantages.

Your sitting still facing straight ahead while I have a hold of your nipple. One indication your making for me to know what affect I am having on you is your breathing. Deep, sharp breaths that only cause your chest to lift up and push more into my hand. The other sign is your eyes. Your lids open and close slowly growing wider and pinching shut. All from me rolling your nipple between my fingers. I tugged on your nipple pulling you forward to the point you are hugging your knees. This allows me to to remove the tit from your blouse and get a full grasp of it and its aroused nipple. My fingers wrapped around your ample size breast knead it like a stress ball. Stroking the flesh of your tit with every part of my fingers. By the time I get to your nipple my finger nails have it in a pinch. Your lips are pinched shut in a tight line.

I am looking around the bus to see if the other passengers can see you. Like I was watching you, are they watching you wondering what's going on with you. The idea of being caught is kinda exciting. To increase that possibility I take hold of that nipple again and pull down. Pressing hard with my thumb making you squint and press your lips together tightly again. Yet still not a sound comes from you. Now in a full fledge pinch, squeezing your nipple as hard as I can. You turn to face me after a few quick seconds. With your mouth open in a silent scream a tear ran down your cheek in the corner of your nose. That tear is both sexy and alarming. I begin to release the pressure on it fearing I was hurting you.

No. Keep. Going. You silently mouth. Not with pain on your face. It looked like you're in ecstasy and begging. Licking my lips from my own hot breaths and spike in arousal I again pinched you hard.

You continued to take that from me as I increased the strength gradually. Even tho there was pain in your face there is also a level of enjoyment. Not to say I wasn't enjoying this myself. You must have hit your level of tolerance. For you sit back up with your eyes closed removing my grip of your nipple. While doing so slipping the breast back behind the blouse covering yourself up. You sit panting out one corner of your mouth. As you bite the other corner of your lower lip. Hands balled up pressing tighly into your lap.

As you gather up your appearance quietly I tug your skirt trying to move it out from under you. Shifting your hip up off the seat allows me to hike it up. Curling it around your rear exposing a completely bare side of you. Skating my hand over and between your slightly parted legs. My pinky finds the slickness of you genitalia. I was shocked on how moist you are. Is it the voyeurism, the pain or the breast fondling? Just what part of this has you this aroused? Using the panties you handed off to me I wiped off the juice that's running out. Which wasn't remotely accomplish. Each rub or dab of any of your aroused lady parts only produced more to appear. I would blot you and the check. Wipe and check. Everything I did only helped to coat the area with your secretions.

I felt just how wet these little panties of yours were as I placed it back in my pocket. I can detect your aroma coming up from you like an aphrodisiac. My blood is pumping so hard I could see the pulses in my vision. That's how much your reactions are affecting me. I gave up trying to figure out what was exciting you. Your constant dribble from between your thighs is what is driving me. Sure, I have made women wet before but never continuously like this.

Cupping your warm mound of baby smooth skin with my hand. Placing pressure with the heel of my hand against your clitoris causes you to suddenly inhale. Straining the muscles in my arm to making my hand vibrate against your crotch. You fold your hands together in your lap right over my hand. By the looks of it to hide any movement I may cause with my own hand. Coating my fingers thoroughly builds a thin layer of warmth between our skin. It feels like warm baby oil and I am squeezing the bottle in side you to use its contents. Your folds part, sucking in my finger in. Parting more then your legs. Giving me access to more parts pass these inviting folds.

Tracing down from your bud to the cave that your warm waters flow from. My curled finger tips trace you channel. I feel your stomach quiver against my arm. After some time your head slumps down and your hair partly covers your face. Your thighs press against and around my hand but that does not restrict me from rubbing you. It does however spread the slickness that makes a wet sucking sound as I move. I wonder just how close you are to losing your composure. Will you brake and cry out from my prodding at the entrance where your sea of nectar beckons.

Spreading my fingers to push against your tights in hopes that you understand the gesture. Of course you do, and you part your knees once again for me. But, slowly you open them. I feel your trying to bide your time. To keep me from going back to exploring your canal to fast. To keep me from lighting the fuse to your orgasmic release. One that I will not be denied by your attempts to hinder me from. Your drenched by this point allowing me to go straight to using two fingers inside you. By the time I got them curled up and as much of my finger as I could. Your knees are as far apart as you could without making the skirt ride up.

Rocking my wrist I begin to finger you. Your so slick making it very easy to move my fingers in various ways. Up and down. In and out. Rolling them to stroke your G spot. Your juices are warm and flowing more now. You turn your head slightly in my direction. Your eyes are rolled to the corners looking at me. Your jaw is open wide and pressing into your clavicle. Heavy, erratic and straining breathing sounds are coming out your mouth. Finally a crack in your armor. Thats when I felt the wave of fluid shoot into the palm of my hand. The sound of your dripping wet pussy also got very loud and noticeable at this point.

A ding sounded in the bus to indicate an approaching stop. Your friend appeared at your side not to much longer after that. With your hands now turned palm side up he again runs his fingers over the one closes to him. Tho your breathing heavy a smile appears. I look from you to him and its odd. He does not look argry as our eyes meet. He just stands there looking stone faced at me. Not saying a word until the bus comes to a stop.

Come.

Is the only word he speaks. You stand as if just waking up or after a night of drinking heavily. With him helping you to walk the two of you walk off the bus. The seat you occupied is probably going to stay that way if they look. There is a pool of cum on the seat and any one not noticing will differently have a wet ass themselves. Once the bus started moving again I tapped the call strip and got up to stand by the door. I left the bus the very next stop. The moment I got to work I was in the bathroom silently getting myself off replaying the event I just had with you. Twice more by the time my work day was over. Not a record for how manytimes a day. But a record for how manytimes at work in a day.

Days past by into weeks. Weeks turned into months and I had not seen the two of you since that day. At first I hoped that you would sit next to me again. Maybe this time you get me off while I got you off. Then after a few days I thought something may have happened to you by him. Even wondered if he would come after me too. After the few months past that passed and all the no shows. I figured that was the last time I would see you. The bus ride was just absolutely boring without you here. I started to watch the other people on the bus and found no reason to watch anymore. I will admit you were the most exciting part which makes everything else dull.

Here I am standing and waiting to get on my boring bus ride. When a man approach me that I never seen before. He tells me he was to deliver this to me and hands me a small box with a silver tag saying, Open me. Turns and walks away. I did not know what to do. What was that about and what the hell just happen, was my only thoughts. Then the box chimed.

You have one new message. Came from the box. Opening the box slowly. I find a cell phone inside with a message saying.

Master Mason and FeeFee invite you.

You will be picked up at 6 PM. At the bus stop.

They will be watching for you.

A small smile creeps across my face.