The majority of the time when I see this man on the bus to college, he always enters a few stops later and makes intense eye contact. I feel like our chemistry is growing.
When I turn to face him, he gives me a long, intense look before breaking it. I can feel his eyes scanning my body. I occasionally feel my pussy getting wetter as he stares at me, and I feel like a slut for getting horny so easily.
I try to sit next to him on the metro when it’s crowded—I’ve been doing this for a few months. I apologized to him in two instances: the first, when I lost my balance and had to grab his arms to keep myself from falling; the second, when I had to remove my ass from his hand for an elderly woman to pass by. I also like to fix my hair or tie it in a ponytail in front of him so that he can smell my perfume or see what I could do with my hair tied back.
I now have a stronger desire to get up early and never miss my first class.