Bus ride - age-gap, cheating.. This is something that would make a good starting point for a first person exchange.... DM me if you think so.. Had to switch profiles.. previously guiltydevice292

It was just another monotonous day, and Michael and his wife were up to go grocery shopping. Living in the city meant it wasn’t always so practical to take a car, so today the two were using public transportation.

A crowd of people filed onto the bus at the next stop, but one of them immediately caught Michael’s eye. He stood up a bit straighter, feeling tense as he tried to sneak his stare at the girl with his wife sitting beside him. She was a young, pretty little thing. Dressed like she might as well have not put any clothes on that day.

That was the thing about this new generation. They loved to be damn near naked in public it seemed. Something that he would outwardly object to, but secretly he loved that he could see young tight bodies regularly. Some of them were impossibly attractive anymore. He’d never seen such intensely sexy women when he was their age. Hell, the influx of toned thick girls was such a new occurrence that he hadn’t even noticed them before the last five years. And now they were everywhere, and he stole glances where he could.

Michael wasn’t an unattractive man. Sure, he was a great deal older than the girl he was drinking in. But he kept himself fit, he dressed nicely every day, kept his beard groomed. He cared about the way he looked, unlike his wife who seemed to roll out of bed and make no effort to look sexy anymore. They hadn’t had sex in months. His cock was so deprived, these moments where he got to look at girls half his age were what got him off.

This girl looked young, but she had a college ID hanging on the lanyard around her neck. Eyes big and brown, lips full and dark red. Her cheekbones reflected light. The girl’s tits were full and perky, and beneath what was basically just see through mesh pretending to be a crop top, he could see her swollen pink nipples, puffed up hard against the breeze of the AC. Her nipples faced up and outwards and as the bus jostled, she did too. Her tits bounced, and she seemed completely unphased, staring off at nothing with AirPods in her ears. She hadn’t noticed him staring, and neither had his wife.

He only tore his gaze from her puckered little nipples to see if he could catch a glimpse of her pussy. His cock was growing in his pants painfully. She had an attractive gap in her thick thighs, where they sloped inward, and she was wearing such small tight shorts that it left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was full and thick, but he could see the outline of her pussy through those shorts because they were wedgied deep into her ass. His cock was growing hard in his pants, and he leaned back in his seat with his legs wide, imagining her coming over to sit in his lap. The bus jostled roughly again as it hit a pothole, and her tits lobbed up and down her chest viciously, her nipples flinging with the movement. She still stared off, listening to music.

The older man chewed on his lip. He suddenly had an idea.

Michael cleared his throat, looking over at his oblivious wife. “I’m gonna go see where we’re at, see if we’re close.” She didn’t look up at him from her newspaper, just mumbled a “mmhmm” and ignored him again.

Michael stood up and strode forward casually, trying to play it cool as he pushed through the crowd of standers to get closer to her. But just as he did, the bus hit another pothole and they all lurched forward. Instinctively the man reached out to grab the nearest pole so he wouldn’t fall, which happened to be the one she was holding. He stumbled and nearly fell into her, their bodies knocking flush into each other. It was crammed enough now that other people were pushing him up against her, and his thick member was rubbing up against her low back. His cock was so hard it was unmistakable. “Agh, sorry,” he quickly apologized, though he wasn’t sorry at all. If anything he was thrilled. From this angle he could see her nipples clear as day through the mesh, deliciously puckered up. How desperately he wanted to squeeze them. “Can’t really move, other people are…” he trailed off. It was self explanatory. The girl seemed annoyed but she nodded, not speaking to him.

He tried to look around and be more casual about what he was doing, even though he was discreetly rubbing his erection into her ass. Pretending it was just the movement of the bus. Another pothole, and his cock shifted in his pants. It stood out straight and heavy, and when the bus lurched again, his erection slipped between her legs, rubbing up against her hot puffy pussy.

The woman’s eyes got wide and she jumped, gasping. She couldn’t turn around with everyone pushing into each other, so she just turned her head towards him, his cock still throbbing between her legs. She shot him a shocked glare, “What is that?! Is that your…?!” His cock twitched hard as she realized what is was that had rubbed up between her pussy lips. It felt so good, Michael hadn’t been fucked in so long, he started thrusting forward. He held onto the pole above her, a good foot taller than her, anchoring himself as the bus shifted. “Oh my god! What are you doing?” she exclaimed, which should have drawn attention from other passengers but no one seemed to care. She was acting offended but he could see her nipples were fully hard now, he could feel her hole throbbing against his clothed erection.

“You like it, don’t you?” he whispered, grinding harder into her. She was sighing and arching her back into him, arching her pussy up for him. “Mmm. Thought so.” He pushed his pelvis harder into her ass, and it pillowed out against it, round, thick. “Shut up and stop acting like you aren’t a little slut, letting your nipples and pussy hang out like that for everyone to see. You wanted me to see. I bet you love old men staring at you, huh?”

The young woman’s cheeks were getting red, and she was rolling her eyes but she bit down on her lip, unable to object to what he was whispering in her ear. Michael huffed out a chuckle, daring to sneak his hand down and squeeze a fistful of her ass, aggressively. “You probably touch your little pussy thinking about older men’s cocks, don’t you?”

The girl didn’t have to say anything. She gave her answer by biting her cushiony lower lip and pushing back to grind her ass into him now. Her gaze at him now was lusty, and submissive. “How old are you?” she breathed, and he could feel her pussy leak through her shorts when he answered.

“Forty-six.” His cock was so sore, and he knew her pussy must be tighter than anything he’d felt in twenty years. She was young enough to be his daughter, he was sure. “That turns you on.” It wasn’t a question. He could feel it in the way she tried to push her pussy up into him more, the way she was trying to rub it on him inconspicuously. “My wife is over there. You think that’s hot don’t you? You teenage girls are all little sluts anymore.” The girl moaned at his words.

“I’m not little. I’m eighteen,” she breathed, rubbing her swollen little pussy on his cock with quiet desperation. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

It was taking everything inside of Michael to practice enough restraint to not alert anyone around them to what they were doing. “Yeah? You’re a little whore. Wanting your tight little pussy to be fucked by old men. How badly do you want my cock inside you? Show me.”

The girl moaned softly, quietly. “Use me,” she whimpered, and he could feel her hole pulsating open and closed against his erection.

Michael looked around casually but with intent before he slyly reached down and unzipped his pants. He felt the girl’s breath quicken. “Please,” she whined, begging for it. “Please, I want you to force open my pussy.”

Michael licked his lips as he cupped his cock, just about to pull it from his pants when the bus slowed to a stop, and a loud ding played over the speakers before the doors swung open.

“Mike, come on,” he heard his wife call from behind him. And it dragged him back down to reality.

“Ah, shit. I gotta go.” He paused for a moment, wishing he could do something, anything. But he couldn’t play it off. He had to go.

And just like that, as if he’d never even spoken to the girl, he joined the crowd leaving the bus, and caught up with his oblivious wife.

Later that night as Michael was getting ready for bed, he went to take his pants off and felt something protruding from his pocket that he hadn’t noticed before.

It was a lanyard and ID.