Day Dreaming?

Had she been dreaming, or was it real?
She thought how it had made her feel.
His gental touch, his soft caress
when his hand went up her dress.

She would protest, when he touched her thigh
but as she began, he heard her sigh.
His hand moved slowly around her ass.
Her mood had melted with his caress.

Transformed into a statue, on a public bus
She stood so still as he touched her puss.
Who was he, she had to know.
His touch felt good, like friend, not foe.

She felt her panties gently pulled aside.
As a long fat thumb eagerly slipped inside.
With his index finger on her clit
he began the rub and tickle it.

Should she look back, to see his face?
She thought as his hand picked up the pace.
He is sitting there, to right of rear.
She'd turn her head to let her peer.

Just then it hit her like a tidal wave.
She began to cum, her legs would cave.
She held fast to the handle above.
As his hand retreated from her tunnel of love.

As her racing heart began to slow.
She had to see, she had to know.
She turned her head to look upon,
an empty seat, the man was gone.

The bus had stopped, she knew not when.
A crowd rushed out, could that be him?
Long flowing locks, and a muscled build
His back towards her, she wondered still.

Had she been dreaming, she wasn't sure
for that could never have happened to her.