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I saw you on the bus the other day. I tried to give you 'the look' but you apparently weren't getting it. Although, I don't know how much more blatantly obvious I could have been. I practically said, get off at my stop and .... well, you fill in the rest.

Maybe you did see me, after all. You were so cute. So confident. I wish you had followed me off the bus, up to my apartment, walked in the door, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. Long and hard, making me drop all my stuff around me on the floor, my body responding to yours. I would have pulled you to my bedroom, and you would have grabbed me and sat me on my desk. We would have kept kissing, hands wandering freely over each other.

You would have stepped back, looked at me, all frazzled and I would have slowly, seductively, pulled my shirt off. Next my bra would fall to the floor, and you would lose your shirt, too. We'd climb onto the bed, pulling off pants as we go, me touching you, you touching me. At that point, you could have grabbed my hair, pushed my face down to your cock, and I would have eagerly started going down on you. You could have played with my nipples, and I'd beg for your cock.

You, however, wouldn't say a word, just shaking your head yes or no. How you'd tease me, your hands moving up and down my body, touching softly in one place, smacking hard in another. Your tongue would find my clit, and I'd come at once, not being able to handle such pleasure. I'd suck on you until you came all over me, and you'd get up, slowly put your clothes back on, and leave. All without saying a word.