It was bitterly cold outside as I travelled by taxi to the bus station to catch the overnight bus. The frost sparkled on the hard packed snow heaped up on the pavements.
Inside the bus though it was warm and cosy and I took off my hat and padded jacket and put them on the overhead luggage rack before settling down into my window seat. I glanced at the intricate frost patterns on the outside of the bus window.
If it got too hot later, I could discard my warm winter sweater. I smoothed down my mini skirt over my almost see through seamless pantyhose with white panties underneath. Fur lined bootees and knee-high socks made sure I would be at least comfortable should the temperature drop even further.
Slowly the bus filled up and I began to think my luck was in and I would have the luxury of two seats to myself, when at the last minute a tall elegant looking man made his way down the aisle and stopped at my seat. Well spoken, urbane, a whiff of very appealing cologne, beautiful blue eyes, a little faded with age. I took all of this in at once He had politely asked if he might take the free seat.
'Of course, Sir,' I answered cursing as I reddened.
He gave me an enigmatic look and I blushed even more. as he gave my exposed thighs the briefest of glances. Why was it attractive older men made me feel like a schoolgirl?
I watched as he took off his winter coat and leaning over me stowed it in the luggage rack above my head. I was acutely aware of how close to me he was.
And then we were on our way trundling through the snow-covered city on the way to the highway.
We made small talk about our destinations, and plans, and half an hour flew past. He was engaging, a good listener, so charming. And then the driver switched off the interior lights and aware of the warm male body beside me our thighs almost touching, I drifted off to sleep with what seemed a long day already, behind me.
I don't recall how long I slept, but I woke up with a dry mouth and my head leaning on the stranger's shoulder.
He too seemed asleep, but glancing down I saw that my skirt was way way up my thighs. From the light reflecting off the snow outside I could see that my sheer pantyhosed covered pussy mound was practically showing. I hastily took a look around the bus and pulled down my skirt.
Surely he couldn't have down that could he I mused to myself, interfered with me?
And then I glanced down and caught my breath seeing that he had a prominent bulge in his pants which was beginning to twitch. My god had he been feeling me up? My breasts involuntarily stirred in my bra cups.
