Looking out the bus window my mind begins to wander to one of my favourite fantasies...******* a complete stranger in a public place where we might be...seen... the chance of getting caught always makes it so much more exciting. at the next stop a guy, probably a few years older than me, boards the bus and sits on the seat across the aisle. he looks over and i follow his gaze as he checks me out...my strappy sandals...my crossed legs. he pauses on my hardened nipples visible through my shirt. i. Then the room upended itself and he realised he had flopped backwards onto the bed. A little time passed during which Nathan cried to himself, tried to move, shout and cry for real, and finally just mentally panic. He was interrupted by a deep authoritative voice, followed up by a slight echo as it reverberated in his mind.“You probably want to know what is going on don’t you?”Nathan froze, as much as he could locked in his own body, and waited. Had he just imagined that?“I would imagine you. Her little sissy face is the perfect foot rest for me. She continues to attend to my feet as I finish the last of my wine leisurely. When I am finished with my wine, I direct her to put my shoes back on, and she does so reluctantly. I know that she has not yet had her fill of pampering my feet, but she will have to earn the privilege. I have her clear away the dishes, and bring me coffee and dessert. She quickly jumps to do my bidding, and this pleases me. Once she has delivered my coffee. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down my legs. My underpants were straining and I put my hand down to move my erection upwards. “I’ll do that if you don’t mind,” she scolded gently. And put her hand inside and released my pulsating cock. “Shall I tell you what my plan is?” She asked. “Plan?” I said. “Yes, my plan is to release your tension so you will be able to relax and enjoy the rest of our time, OK?” I was slightly confused but said that was fine. Helen then slid my pants down and.