This is a true story - some events will be, somewhat, altered...
I'm on a bus, coming from downtown.
I don't know how come, but the bus is really crowded, so I don't find a place to be sitted.
I find a spot at the back of the bus and start looking outside, at the traffic, people, buildings...
It's a nice sunny day, not too hot, so I don't need to avoid sensing some perspiration smell that so often raises in a crowded bus here...
The bus stops, some people get down, some others climb in.
I'm not really attentive, keeping on looking outside the large window.
The doors close, and, seconds after, I feel the scent of a perfume - discreet, but surely expensive...
This intrigues me, since, usually, when I travel by bus, I can only sense some deodorants...
I look at my right and I see a pair of blue eyes, surrounded by a cascade of blond, curly hair...
I'm game, since I've always been the slave of the blond women!
If that blond hair is accompanied by a pair of blue eyes, then, honestly, I'm in trouble!
She's tall, slim, but with a nice pair of boobs.
I don't dare to try to look and see the lower part of her body, since she would surely realize that I am insistingly looking - my vast experience has taught me that women are pissed if you act as if you are at an appraisal, or something...
So, I just continue to admire the streets, while the bus is moving...
Next stop - some noises, loud voices, and a group of young lads climb in.
It doesn't take them more than a minute to realize that they have found a beauty...
Unfortunately they don't seem to be the polite kind, and so they prove it in a very short time - they start pushing her towards the window of the bus, making lots of comments about the blond girls, how stupid they usually are, and how their only goal is... sucking the dick...
I take a look around me - old guys and women, appalled of the comments, but too afraid to try to defend the poor blond creature.
I've always been a crazy guy, so, now, in my early twenties, I am probably ready to feel how it is to have a knife stabbed in some part of my body.
Still, I know that if something like that happens, the guy who stabs me will be dead, seconds after...
The problem is that he doesn't know what will be happening to him - he will just consider that the knife makes him be the boss...
So, I just reach with my right arm around the girl and grab the bar that is attached to the window...
Suddenly, there is silence!
The guys are surprised!
"What the hell!?!"...
I don't say a word, but I'm ready to turn around and kick the shit out of them...
Some philosophy - all of my life I've been afraid of dogs, no matter how large or small they were...
The moment they feel you are scared, they become more and more aggressive!
If they come at you, and you get angry, they will surely feel your anger and... keep the distance!
It seems that we, humans, are the same!...
Back to the bus.
She is almost trembling - she's tense, and scared...
My body is almost touching the back of her body, but I am really attentive not to touch her - she's had enough for the day...
Another bus stop, and the guys just jump out, making some comments I've never really heard or remembered...
I should tell you - I'm a big guy - 1.9 m height and, if you look closely at my hands, you realize that either I'm using a shovel all day, which I'm not, either I do some sports that need a lot of effort...
Suddenly, the blond blue eyed beauty turns around - she looks directly in my eyes and, voiceless, with only her sweet lips, says "thank you"...
I just stupidly smile and put some distance between our bodies...
The next bus stop - I realize it's the stop where I'm supposed to get out the darned box (bus).
Strange coincidence, she also directs herself towards the door.
We get out, she goes left, I go right...
I make, probably, twenty steps before I realize that I really like that girl, I feel the need to embrace her, to make love to her!
To do whatever I've felt doing to her while being on the bus!
I turn around, looking for her!
She's gone!
God! I need to find her, to follow her, after all, she probably lives in the same neighborhood!
I look - she's probably taken to the right!
I start walking in a frenzy - I start running!
The street on the right is empty!
How come?
Did she run?
Across the sidewalk, there is another street, a little one...
I see her.
Her mid short skirt is balancing as she goes her way...
Nice, very nice long straight legs - perfect shape!
I keep on running towards her, until I am ten meters close.
Suddenly, she stops, turns around:
"What did keep you off so long?!?"
