A new job in the city meant that I had to travel by bus. Not by choice but because parking in the city was a nightmare and i could do without the stress of struggling to find a parking space before work. So the bus it was. Now the bus meant that i travelled like clockwork, same time everyday to work and back again. it also gave me the opportunity to see the other people who travelled at 7.30am like me. In fact it was always the same people and on the first morning that I'd caught the bus you would have thought that I'd walked on naked by the stares that I got. By the end of week one I was like an old hand at this and known by all of my fellow travellers.
At one of the stops on the route into the city a girl with long mousey brown hair got onto the bus. She always smiled as she passed me and I guess she sat somewhere behind me as I never turned round to see.
After a few weeks the girl with the mousey brown hair had taken to sitting behind me on the bus and on the way home one day I decided to introduce myself to her. She told me that her name was Tori and that she worked at a hairdressers in the city and that she was an apprentice. She came across as quite shy and I guess in a way that intrigued me.
Weeks went by and we continued to chat and I found out that she live about a mile from me and that she lived at home with her mum and dad as renting a flat was too expensive for her. She told me that she liked to go out into the city and that she didn't have a boyfriend at the minute. I'm not sure why she had told me that. She was 20 and I was 53, old enough to be her dad! Age didn't seem to bother her and she said that she didn't believe that I was 53. That made me laugh.
Eventually Tori took to sitting next to me on the bus, it helped as constantly turning round to speak to her didn't do my neck any favours!
She always wore the same 'work' outfit - a black shirt and a black skirt, black tights and black slip on shoes. The coat she wore made it difficult to see what her body shape was like but it was no issue to me. She was a nice girl who liked to chat. Her chats were always the usual things, how her work was going, what she did at the weekend and one day she asked me out of the blue if I ever watched porn. Now this question was completely out of the blue. We had always chatted about a number of things but sex and anything sexual was never on the agenda.
I think I must have looked shocked as she then explained that he work colleagues had been discussing their boyfriends and how they liked to watch porn and masturbate. I almost choked, what was i to say. You see, yes I did watch porn and yes I do masturbate when I watch it but how do you explain that to someone that you only know from chatting on the bus and not want to appear like a pervert.
I started off by saying that I had seen some porn. Tori looked at me and I could feel my cock starting to swell in my boxer shorts.
"Well?"
