The Passenger

She must have thought that she would be safe up there, on the first floor of that block of flats, doing what she was doing. Out of sight from the street below, she must have thought she could get away with dropping her clothes to the floor of her bedroom, as she got changed with the curtains wide open.

She clearly did not consider the existence of double decker buses, or that one might stop at the lights right outside her block of flats. As she was undressing, she did not expect that the moment she bent over, dropping her underwear to floor, that she would be in full view of a solitary man taking the bus home from work.

Jack sat alone on the top deck, gazing out of the window at flats and houses of varying degrees of affluence. Looking at his phone after yet another evening of data entry was the last thing he wanted. He looked into the windows and wondered about the lives of the people who lived there. He considered himself to have a curious mind, although others might consider him nosey.

The bus stopped at the lights, and there she was. At first, she was just a blur in his peripheral vision, moving in a dimly-lit room. Her long dark hair covered her face as she bent down. His eyes darted towards her at the sight of her bare back, reflecting a dull orange light. She wore a pair of black knickers. Her ass was perfect - curvy without being fat.

Jack's eyes went straight to her round, firm breasts, sagging as she bent forward. Even turned sideways from him, her nipples were large enough to be noticed. They jiggled as she bent further to pull her jeans down, and then her black underwear.

The woman seemed young, probably in her twenties. Her skin seemed pale in the lamplight. The room was dim, but some clutter could be made out in the gloom. Jack was only paying attention to the inhabitant.

The young woman stood up, kicking her underwear away with one foot. She turned suddenly, looking out the window, right at Jack. Their eyes met, both of them equally startled in being caught. She gasped as she covered her breasts with her arms and darted out of sight.

The bus moved on. Jack felt like a creep, but the erection in his jeans didn't care. It was better than any pornography. Grateful that he was the only person on the top deck, he got off a few stops later and walked home.

The next day, Jack went through the usual routine of catching the bus, going to his data entry job, talking shit with his co-workers, then leaving to catch the bus at around half nine. He half-focused on the images on the screen, while half-listening to his workmate, Gary, talking about his latest coding project.

"I managed to fix that bug I found. It took me half the night, but I fixed the dodgy variable that caused the game to crash."

"Oh, cool," said Jack, not understanding a word he said. The only thing happening in his mind was that woman in her bedroom.

Gary said more words at Jack, forgetting that Jack was an English graduate in his thirties who worked in a data entry job. He barely understood the operating system he had worked with every day for years. Jack nodded and made encouraging noises, while thinking about nothing more than seeing those amazing tits again.

Those tits were still at the forefront of Jack's mind as he boarded the bus between the depot where he worked, and a supermarket carpark, empty at that time of night. He tried not to get his hopes up of seeing her again. Moments like that tend not to repeat themselves. But he still looked out the window, just on the off-chance.

The bus stopped at the lights, at the same place, once again. Jack expected to see closed curtains, lights off, darkness.

To his surprise, her curtains were open. The same woman from last night was there again, but stood side on to the window, her curvaceous profile reflecting the lamplight. Again, in her underwear. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, just above large breasts that filled out a substantial bra.

Her hands were behind her back, unfastening. Jack was transfixed, as the bra fell to the floor, releasing her huge, round tits. He saw that her nipples were large and pink, as she raised her arms to brush back her hair, making them bounce up and down slightly. She turned around, briefly giving him a full-frontal view, as she walked back into the shadows of her room.

The bus moved on. Jack couldn't believe what he just saw. The top deck was empty, and he was glad that no one was there to hear him gasp, or see the bulge in his jeans.

It was becoming obvious that she knew what she was doing. Few people are that careless.

The next day was the same routine. Except this time, Jack's mind was somewhere else as he went about his job, keying in postal details on a screen. The sound of his co-workers expressing their opinions on current affairs just went over him. He wasn't feeling very opinionated that day. All he could think of was that woman in the window, her bra dropping to the floor, her huge breasts that he could see from half-way across the street.

That day was blur. For once in Jack's life, he got on the bus home with a sense of anticipation.

The bus slowed near the block of flats, and Jack saw the window, curtains open, the room lit by a dim, tungsten light.

The woman was there again, naked, but to Jack's slight disappointment, her back was turned to him. She was sat at a desk in front of a PC monitor. He thought he could see cameras and tripods around her.

The woman turned to face the window, giving him a great view of her side-boob, and looked straight at him. There was no shock on her face. In fact, she smiled as she got up from the office chair and headed to the window.

The woman sidled right up to the window, and Jack caught his breath as he saw those huge tits get close to the pane. She smiled at him as she took the curtains and closed them.

What just happened? The camera equipment, the tripods, the PC. Had this mysterious woman started a webcam show? Is that what this was? Was Jack a part of it?

Maybe she liked being looked at? Perhaps she wasn't as creeped out as he assumed? All these questions repeated themselves in his mind as he got off the bus and walked home.

The next day Jack became even more intrigued as to who this woman was. At work he tried hatching plans to find out who she was, maybe even meet her, but he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't be outright stalking. He was obsessed, but he knew that scaring her would be counter-productive.

Jack got on the bus, wondering what he was going to see that night. The mysterious woman had been pretty unpredictable so far.

The bus reached her block of flats, and stopped at the lights again. Jack had been having a lot of luck with those traffic lights. This time, however, he saw drawn curtains and darkness. Nothing tonight, by the looks of it. Perhaps, he thought, the woman who lived there had better things to do than put on a show for a solitary pervert on his way home from work.

The bus stopped at the next stop away from the block of flats. A passenger got on and climbed the stairs.

Jack glanced over and found himself staring at the woman in the window. Even though she had clothes on this time he recognized her, first by her eyes and her long dark hair, that he could now see had a red tint. Then by her breasts, jutting braless through a long-sleeve turquoise top. A line of buttons went down the centre between her breasts, with the top button undone, just enough to reveal a small Celtic cross pendant. She wore a tight pair of ripped jeans and a pair of canvas trainers.

The woman stopped when their eyes met. It was definitely her.

"Hey," she said, "I like your jacket."

"Thanks," Jack replied. "Got it online."

Jack didn't know why he said that. No one cares. He had to say something.

"They go well with your jeans."

She sat across from him on the opposite aisle.

Shit, Jack thought. He had to say something now.

"You live around here, don't you?" was the best he could do. "I'm sure I've seen you around."

She smirked.

"Yeah, I live around here. Just up the road."

"I thought as much. I'm Jack."

"I'm Sarah."

Sarah seemed to be just as relieved that this conversation was going somewhere.

"You off out somewhere tonight?" he asked.

"Kind of."

Jack had a minute before his next stop. This had to go somewhere fast.

"Want to go out for a drink?" he asked, tentatively.

"Okay!"

Holy shit that was easy. Jack was impressed with himself for actually forming complete sentences despite the blood rushing to his dick.

They exchanged details. Jack got off the bus a stop later than usual and went home.

The next evening, Jack met Sarah at a bar in town straight after work. They sat at a table by a window, while a small crowd watched the football highlights on a widescreen TV near the bar.

"I see you all the time," Sarah said over a pint, "you're always on that bus at around ten."

He was surprised that someone as well-spoken as her would live in that area. She seemed too old to be another posh girl slumming it at Uni. She sounded like someone who should be living somewhere nicer, on the outskirts of the city, away from the kind of rabble who were drinking Newcastle Brown and talking football right next to them.

"Oh really?" he replied, trying to sound innocent. "I've never seen you on the bus."

"I wasn't on the bus, and you know exactly what I'm talking about," Sarah said, with another smirk on her face.

"I'm sorry?" Jack stuck to his guns. He wasn't going to admit that he spent his evenings looking through her bedroom window.

"Oh, for God's sake -- you're always checking me out through the window! I know it's you, I always see you!"

He was busted. There was no getting out of this one.

"You're getting dressed with the curtains open, lights on and everything. What did you expect?"

She laughed.

"Yeah, I know," she smiled. "I got changed one night with the curtains open for the thrill of it. It was spur of the moment. I didn't seriously expect to get caught."

"Getting caught didn't seem to scare you off," said Jack, now smiling again.

"It didn't. It was a bit of a turn-on, actually."

Jack felt his jeans start to bulge again under the table.

"So, what, you're an exhibitionist now?"

"I think so, yeah. I think getting caught like that awakened a side in me I wasn't aware of. I even started my own webcam show."

He knew it.

"What's your handle?"

"Why? You want to watch?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Just curious."

"You want to watch, don't you." She said, grinning slightly.

"Yes."

"Play your cards right, young man, and you'll get to do more than just watch." Her smiled faded as she continued, "Unless that's all you're into."

Jack played his cards so well that night, that he woke up the next morning in her bed, his face nestled between those perfect breasts, and a mild hangover that he didn't seem to mind. A little bit of boldness goes a long way.

THE END