I see him every week on this bus, and have wanted to approach him for a long time. But I haven’t, because the only reason I’m interested in him is to fuck him, and I’d never betray my boyfriend to do it. If only he wasn’t living in another state right now...

So every week I sit a few seats behind him ... he sits in one of the senior citizen seats and chats with the bus driver, so if I sit in the first seat that faces forward, I have a great view. It’s a long bus ride late at night, so we’re usually the only two on it, and he gets off only a few stops before I do.

When I get home, I go to bed and fantasize about having sex with him. First I prepare myself for bed, brushing my teeth and washing my face just as I always do. I take off my clothes and get into bed, beginning to get excited by the feeling of the soft flannel sheet against my body. My right hand snakes down to my pussy and starts its work, while my mind starts its fantasy.

I visualize him on the bus. The first thing I always notice is his body. It’s a mixture of hard and soft; he surely weighs at least 300 pounds, but there’s clearly a lot of muscle below the fat. His legs are hard and remind me of tree trunks, and his firm, round ass drives me nuts. As I move up his body in my mind, I see his fat belly and sides, combined with his broad, muscular back. Finally I see his face, with its amazing sweetness.

After only minutes of this exercise, I can feel myself reaching a climax ... but it’s not time yet. I stop masturbating, but go further into the fantasy. Now he’s standing ... we’re in my bedroom. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him. My breasts ache for attention as I push them up against his strong back; the sensation of ass against me increases my desire. My hands wander over his t-shirt, lovingly caressing every curve until I reach his chest. He moan softly as I fondle his nipples, feeling them become erect under my fingers. I pinch them gently through the t-shirt and realize from his reaction that I’ve found something he very much enjoys.

I run my hands down his sides to the waist of his pants and below, firmly squeezing his hips between my hands, moving down to his hard thighs. My hands slide around to the front, and move closer and closer to his bulging crotch, as if of their own volition.

My arousal is becoming more insistent, so I start to pull his shirt off. Realizing my goal, he finishes the job while I unbutton the fly of his pants and push them to the floor.

Seeing him naked only serves to inflame me further; I realize that at this moment, I want nothing more than to suck his cock until he comes. But before I have a chance to kneel down, he reaches for me to remove my shirt and skirt, leaving me dressed only in a front-hook bra. I close my eyes as his hands rest on my hips. I concentrate on the sensation -- his smooth, un-calloused hands moving slowly from my hips forward onto mytummy ... my pussy is throbbing with desire.

His hands move up to my breasts, where he holds them through their restraints. I can do nothing but stand motionless, trembling from the depth of my arousal. He finally unhooks my bra, freeing my breasts for his further ministrations. Immediately I feel my nipples being squeezed, hard, and I almost fall.