I was sitting upstairs on the front seat of the bus, minding my own business when I felt a strange s
I was sitting upstairs on the front seat of the bus, minding my own business when I felt a strange sensation. It felt like I was being watched. Curiously I looked up and was greeted with the staring face of a skinhead. I nodded and went to stand up as he put his booted foot on the edge of my seat, blocking my path. The black boot gleamed in the passing street lights, it was almost hypnotic. I sat back down and couldn’t free myself from gazing at it, until the skinhead spoke. “Boi, you know you want to. Just touch it”. I slowly creeped my hand across the seat and was about to place a finger on it when the skinhead spoke again. “No cunt, not with your hand”. I looked up and saw the skinheads mouth curl into a creepy grin. An invitation like this only comes around once in a blue moon, so I eagerly leant over. The smell of the boot was intoxicating the closer I got. My mouth started to fill with salvia. As I was about to make contact with the boot. The bus stop chime, rang out throughout the cabin. Glancing out of the window, with horror, I realised this was my stop. I grabbed my stuff and respectfully hopped over the tantalising boot. Walking off the bus and thanked the driver as he began to pull away. Looking up at where I had been seated, I noticed that the skinhead wasn’t there. Confused I began to walk home, his boots gleaming in my mind, that was all I saw of the god in boots, until I got home that was. -- source link