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Strange encounter
Anja , a married woman who had two children was waiting nervously at a bus stop. She knew that she was running late for work, though sincerely hoped that her boss would put himself in her position and give only a tongue lashing. At last, when she was about to break down she saw a shimmering speck in the distance which was getting larger and larger.
As usual this was the moment when people began acting inadequately squeezing through and pushing each other away to get vacant seats on the bus. Being afraid of having her dress crumpled and hair disheveled she decided to stay put until the crowd got sucked into that frigging vehicle.
Once in a while she got a chance to pull a pocket book out of her handbag and read a couple of chapters. However at that day she had to be pressed between her fellow passengers. It was strange . Behind her she felt a growing bulge blatantly pushed against her outer thighs.
She did not dare to turn around and look at an audacious caveman and then even possibly slap his face. But as it went Anja got into a state of drowsiness with a touch of erotica. Her motionless look was firmly fixed on the sign EXIT because she wanted to leave the salon. She was ashamed of standing in the middle of the bus with her legs slightly bent and being possessed in such a queer way.
Anja was all concentrated on one spot. All her being dragged at the area between her thighs where she longed to be buried and remain forever. They both were on the same , X- static wave, when out of the blue his heavy breathing intensified and she found herself awake and fully alert.
Seemingly, what had been happening for the last twenty minutes went unnoticed by the fellow- passengers. It was impossible. The wicked things this stranger did could not have been unheeded. Then the following bus announcement was made . It was Anja’s time to get off. She looked around the salon once again to make sure that everything was OK and left the bus.
No sooner did she take some steps away from the bus than the feeling of addiction engulfed her . Some kind of weird force of attraction made her come back to the bus stop and come across a man who asked her grinningly if she was looking for something . She said she did not know. Although she realized that it was the most stupid answer she had ever given.
There came an awkward silence which was immediately broken by him .
“ You ‘ve just got off the bus , I mean we were on the bus together “ She said daringly.
“ Really? Ah, ......I got it ”. She answered weakly
“ So what do you think ? Can we get together tonight ?” he kept on
“ Sure” she answered unconfidently ,taking her visiting card from her bag .
“ Call me at 6 p.m” . She added and walked away
As usual this was the moment when people began acting inadequately squeezing through and pushing each other away to get vacant seats on the bus. Being afraid of having her dress crumpled and hair disheveled she decided to stay put until the crowd got sucked into that frigging vehicle.
Once in a while she got a chance to pull a pocket book out of her handbag and read a couple of chapters. However at that day she had to be pressed between her fellow passengers. It was strange . Behind her she felt a growing bulge blatantly pushed against her outer thighs.
She did not dare to turn around and look at an audacious caveman and then even possibly slap his face. But as it went Anja got into a state of drowsiness with a touch of erotica. Her motionless look was firmly fixed on the sign EXIT because she wanted to leave the salon. She was ashamed of standing in the middle of the bus with her legs slightly bent and being possessed in such a queer way.
Anja was all concentrated on one spot. All her being dragged at the area between her thighs where she longed to be buried and remain forever. They both were on the same , X- static wave, when out of the blue his heavy breathing intensified and she found herself awake and fully alert.
Seemingly, what had been happening for the last twenty minutes went unnoticed by the fellow- passengers. It was impossible. The wicked things this stranger did could not have been unheeded. Then the following bus announcement was made . It was Anja’s time to get off. She looked around the salon once again to make sure that everything was OK and left the bus.
No sooner did she take some steps away from the bus than the feeling of addiction engulfed her . Some kind of weird force of attraction made her come back to the bus stop and come across a man who asked her grinningly if she was looking for something . She said she did not know. Although she realized that it was the most stupid answer she had ever given.
There came an awkward silence which was immediately broken by him .
“ You ‘ve just got off the bus , I mean we were on the bus together “ She said daringly.
“ Really? Ah, ......I got it ”. She answered weakly
“ So what do you think ? Can we get together tonight ?” he kept on
“ Sure” she answered unconfidently ,taking her visiting card from her bag .
“ Call me at 6 p.m” . She added and walked away
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