The Horny Virgin (THV)

Chapter 2

Waiting at the bus stop I continued to read my erotic stories on wattpad.

Yes that's right I was an advocate for public transport but not voluntarily, I just couldn't afford the cost of driving even with a part time job in a call centre for double glazing.As I waited for the bus I continued to read detailed descriptions of sex scenarios and orgasms that were still null and void to me.

I constantly looked behind and around me so people wouldn't know what my dirty mind was enjoying

God I'm such a horny virgin.

As the bus pulled up I allowed the elderly OAPs to enter the bus first. This was like an unspoken public transport law. Old people and people with children enter the vehicle first. Once I got to town after an uncomfortable bumpy journey which didn't help my throbbing core making my panties even more wet.

As soon as I exited the bus the intense mid summer heat hit me as i made my way to tesco so I could stock up on more processed snacks for my fatty McGee days. Directing myself to the sandwich aisle, I decided to grab a late lunch as it was 3pm. I took my time deciding what sandwich I wanted.

That was the main problem I had in general I was always indecisive. This was probably why I'd never had a boyfriend longer than 4 months and still lacking in sexually experience

About ten minutes later I finally decided to choose the last chicken salad sandwich and of course some one had to grab it at the same time.

I turned to look at the perpetrator who dared take my food from me and was surprised to see a beautiful tanned Caucasian man with short brown hair that had been swept to the side, piercing green eyes with flecks of hazel, in an expensive looking tailored business suit, that moulded his body like a second skin staring at me intensely. He was hot, sexy, beautiful, handsome, fine as fuck all at the same damn time I became flustered and managed to smile allowing him to have the sandwich, however he insisted I have it while staring directly at my face like he was trying to recognise me. I started to feel uncomfortable as my ugly insecurities reared their head, I wasn't wearing make up and felt like he was observing my open pores and blemishes. I didn't think a measly chicken sandwich was worth this scrutiny. I placed the sandwich back on the fridge shelf, I told him I wasn't even sure I wanted it In the first place. Then started retreating backwards with a nervous smile before bursting into a quick paced walk to the crisps aisle. How embarrassing, how cringe, I'm such a freak *mental forehead slap* This is why I have remained untouched, I can't even converse with the opposite sex without clamming up and becoming a spazzing mess.

I pondered on this thought while I decided on whether to get sweet or toffee popcorn instead I settled for sweet and salt. Why am I such a mess I thought, while attempting to grab a bag. Before I could get my popcorn someone tapped my shoulder.

I could actually smell him before I saw him. He smelt like fresh laundry and man. I swear I felt my abdomen clench.

I turned around and there he was.. Again

Hey I said with a timid smile, he replied 'hey, I know this Is really weird but I think your beautiful is there any chance I could get your number ?' First of all I was shocked. This was the first time I've ever been chatted up by any actual man not a pathetic teenage boy and this was the first time I was ever approached by a white man.

Don't get me wrong skin colour is not an issue but I just never considered a white man to be attracted to black females and vice versa. I never give out my number but I felt this was different, he was a man, a mature man it seemed.

I smiled and said sure, he handed me his phone and I typed my number in as well as my name, then gave it back. He smiled and called me immediately to give me his number while moving closer and holding my waist. The proximity of him made me smell his musky aftershave and his warm breath which smelt like vanilla. I became more hot and bothered by his closeness. My nipples became hard from my arousal and you could see them through my basic black vest because I only wore a lacy pink bralet due to the summer heat. I hope he doesn't see them, I hope he doesn't see them I chanted in my mind He looked away from his phone and looked down at me and then groaned while pulling me closer. For a stranger he sure was touchy, I hadn't even gotten his name so I lightly broke of our close space.

Taking a step back I cleared my throat due to the awkwardness that was this situation and told him Id better go and walked of to pay for my items without turning back Awkward, awkward, awkward. Good job Gracie. Good job