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John Almighty | Murakami | 7

 

After letting Tom have a good feel of her melons through her blouse, the woman shifted back in her seat as if nothing had happened. Tom stood with his hand still outstretched for a second. He looked around the bus, still unable to believe that no one had any objection to what had just gone on. As he looked around, he spotted a tall, black haired lady with an iPod. She was dressed in light workout clothing, and appeared to be on the way back from a jog; not unusual since this bus line wen past the park.

As Tom's gaze continued past her, she got up and walked to front of the bus, and came to Tom, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. He turned to look at her and she grabbed his free hand, placing the iPod in it, then reached up and put the headphones on Tom's head.

For a second he figured that whatever strangeness had caused the groping and the free ride was just giving him a new iPod to replace the broken one, but then she reached down, hit play, and began stripping to the sexy music that was now playing; music that was just perfect for stripping, but not really something Tom could see her having on her iPod for a run. His thoughts about her choice of music were derailed as she sexily pulled off her sports bra, holding it up in the front while she disengaged the straps in classic stripper fashion.

Tom's cock, which had already been hard from the earlier tit groping, grew even harder as she swayed, not losing her balance as the bus bounced along. Even when the bus stopped, the new arrivals filed past her without comment, several selecting more crowded areas of the bus to stand in where they would not obstruct his view as she slowly pealed down her shorts.

As the shorts hit the deck, she kicked them up into her hands, giving Tom an excellent and tantalizing view of her soaking wet, panty covered pussy before her leg came back down with a vigorous stomp, causing her firm boobs to bounce. She drew one hand up, across her pussy and to her chest, where it joined the other, clothes filled hand in an act of self gratifying groping, which drew a loud, sexy moan from her lips.

 

Tom could only wonder what would happen next.


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