making the most of your commute...

there are many different ways to pass the time when riding the bus from one city to the next.

many people read.

many others sleep.

some knit.

some work on laptops.

some write.

and some apparently finger their girlfriends...

it was a really funny bus ride home tonight. first of all, it was LOOOONG. we left the depot at 6pm (bay and dundas), i promptly fell asleep. i woke up, looked around and noticed that we had just gotten to the windmill at the ex, i then looked at my cell phone for the time, it was 6pm. it had taken us an hour to get to the ex (sorry to all those who don't know toronto here, but that should be more like a 20min drive).

so, as i lay there, contemplating going back to sleep, i happened to look at the kids (i say kids, in reality they were probably 20ish) sitting next to me. the guy (sexy in a jail bait kind of way) was adjusting his jacket over his lap, but it appeared to be more difficult than it should be. the jacket slipped up and i noticed that actually he was pulling out his raging hard-on. just out of his jeans, i didn't get to see actual cock skin, but i did see his erection straining against his underwear.

his girlfriend then started adjusting herself. at this point i was totally mesmorized. i couldn't look away. i couldn't see their faces, just their bodies, and i just stared. i stared as it became evident that his hand was slipping down her pants. this would seem to be a feat in itself because when she got up to get off the bus i looked at her pants (of course...) and they were tight looking jeans with a big belt. not what my old friend skinney d would call 'easy access' clothing (he used to encourage me to wear 'easy access' clothing, ahhh, high school, so fun...).

i could only see snippets of what was going on, because although i wanted to sit up and get a good look at their faces while all this was going on, to see if they betrayed what was happening down below, there were two things stopping me. first, i wasn't brave enough. and second, i didn't want it to stop. i was completely fascinatedby the whole thing.

i could see his leg. i could see her hand on his leg. i could see his arm moving. i could see the coat covering them moving. i could see his rythm change and her hand clench tighter on his thigh. i could see him move his shoulder forward to get better access. i could see the hand clench again.

it went on like this for quite some time. snippets. parcels of body. hints of what was going on.

through this whole thing they were both very very silent. not a peep. not a word. not a giggle.

after the most prolonged hand clenching by this young woman he pulled his arm out from under the jacket. they cuddled, held each other close. they started to whisper. they started to giggle. a mischevious act accomplished, their naughty deeds gone unnoticed (well, as far as they knew).

and then the best thing about the whole performance, i heard him say 'wait, i know what i could use' then start digging around in his coat pockets. i thought for a brief stunned moment that maybe he was looking for a condom and they were going to try to descretely fuck in the bus. but no, he found what he was looking for. it looked vaguely like a condom at first glance actually. but no, it was a moist towelette. he pulled out a 'wet nap' and started wiping off his hand. his girlfriend was giggling uproariously, and it was taking every ounce of my being to not join in.

so that my friends is how to make the most of your commute...