I was idly gazing out of the bus window. People were rushing along this busy street. Rush hour, one of the worst times to be on the bus and I was looking forward to get home.

Shower, food, start the new book I found at the charity shop and maybe call David.

It was weird how he had changed me, my life. Just two days ago I had been at his place, spent a whole weekend with him in fact, and I already missed him.

Just as I was thinking of him the bus pulled up at a stop. People were getting off, others queuing to get on. As my gaze focussed I realized I was looking directly at the crotch of some guy. Faded jeans, tight fitting an leaving not much to imagination. Maybe the size it would be, when it got hard. I smiled, felt the familiar twang of longing rush through me. Willingly I looked away, only to look at his hands. Long, slender fingers, able to … I shook my head, still smiling.

Fingers on my body, inside me.

David, his fingers deep inside me, pushing slowly while his thumb rubbed my sensitive clit. His tongue playing with my lips, then the other lips, the nipples. His hands gripping my ass tight while I sat on the counter, him buried deep inside me, coming deep inside me.

Home, shower as cold as possible. I stepped out of the memories only to realize that I had missed my stop.