Lil Wayne’s “Love Me” is blasting on the speakers. He is singing; nay rapping; about fucking bitches; and I smile at that.
I also smile at the loudness of these speakers. This is why I love buses; the loud ones especially.
They make you forget all your pain; your laughter; your happiness; your sadness. They let you live in the moment.
I am still smiling like a fool; looking out the window as the bus drives a little too fast for the road when I hear; nay see; movements.
I turn and I see your friend.
She is telling you something about moving to the front seats. You follow her; subconsciously; as if she just woke you up from a dream.
I take one look at you and I know, one hundred percent; that you were also looking out the window; enjoying Lil Wayne’s rap about fucking bitches; enjoying the bus driving fast; living in the moment.
Your friend sits behind me, and you sit on the other opposite side of her.
The seat next to you is empty.
If only it was not Corona; maybe I could have considered sitting next to you and chatting you up.
You would probably have not paid me any mind; but, a guy has to try right?
For now, I get comfortable; move a little away from the window, and try; discreetly to spy on you without seeming like I am spying on you.
The redness of your dress is not blinding; neither does it disappear in the background because it is red; and you know red never disappears.
You are not wearing any ornaments; just your red dress and a mask to prevent you from the invisible enemy.
Isn’t that what they call it nowadays? Covid-19; the invisible enemy.
Personally; I am not wearing a mask.
I wonder if we were to have a conversation; would you ask me where my mask was?
If so, let me tell you what I would have answered. I would say I do not believe Corona is real; just a scam by the system to fuck with us yet again.
You would laugh at that. I am so sure you would laugh, and then say you like how I think.
But; the truth is; I do not have a mask because I could barely afford the fare to go to town today; where the fuck am I supposed to get 60 shillings to buy a mask?
If I die; I die; you know?
If it’s Corona that’s going to kill me, then let it do so.
My eyes, involuntarily, fall on your breasts.
I now understand why you have no ornaments. This fucking dress has it all. Especially the way it brings out your small cleavage.
God, that skin; those breasts.
An eternity passes as I stare at them; imagining all the unimaginable things I could do to them; my dick getting harder and harder.
Do you know what I would have done if I could be able to sit next to you? If there were no regulations bullshit on how to sit on a fucking bus?
I would come over next to you; tell you my lame joke or an attempt at it of how Corona is a scam; then we would laugh; talk all the way.
At one time, the conversation will fizzle out and you would look out the window as you are doing right now.
I would lean over; place my head on the seat in front of me then, slightly, slowly; I would reach over with my right hand; caress your thigh a little.
You will pretend not to have felt it. Oh I know I will, but deep inside; I know how hard it will be to contain your fast hard breaths.
My hand will move up; up; up and your breaths will go fast, fast, fast.
Lil Wayne will still be blasting on the speakers; talking about fucking bitches; not knowing I was about to fuck one; or at least something close to it.
My hand will then go under your red dress and feel the skin on your thighs; and then further up.
You will spread your legs; voluntarily; while still looking out the window; pretending you are miles away.
When finally my finger touches your…
You are looking at me.
Fuck; you caught me staring at your breasts.
Fuck; now you think I am a creep.
You are using one of your hands to cover up your boobs.
Your eyes find mine. How scared you look.
Fuck; I swear I did not mean to make you feel that; but; can I just be honest?
This scared look is kind of turning me on.
Fuck; maybe I am a creep.
You stop looking at me and continue looking out the window, but I know by the way you are continuously squirming in your seat; you are still watching me.
You stay like that for five minutes; watching; squirming; scared.
Then you rise.
You tell your friend you preferred the back seat all along, and you are going back.
She nods, giving you permission; having no idea what just transpired.
I have a feeling you are not going to tell her either.
I move back to the window seat and try to imagine how wet your pussy would have felt; how soft your breasts are; what moans you would have made.
I stroke my dick; telling it to calm down.
It does not listen to me. It never listens to me; especially when there is a lady in a red dress with fucking small breasts on my mind.
The conda hits the bus thrice; indicating a stop.
I look outside.
Fuck; it’s my stop.
I rearrange my dick. I hope no one can notice how hard I am.
I stand up and get out; not sparing one glance in your direction.
You raise your head just in time and watch me go.