I didn’t make much of an impression the first time we met. ‘Hi, I’m John Chance but everyone calls me J.T.,’ I told her. ‘Hello J.T., I’m ...Amber Fleming,’ she said with a big Miss America type smile. ‘Of course you are,’ I replied. I couldn’t help it, it was all too perfect. Blond, beautiful, named Amber, and probably an airhead, I thought it was funnier than hell except I was stuck with her as a lab partner. It’s going to be a tough assignment to complete I thought, and I have my work cut out. One particular night I was keeping company with an old friend, he and I were the only people in the place and by 11pm we were hitting the shots and waiting for Midnight when I could kill the lights and close up. Next thing you know one of those wanna be types walks in with this chubby big titted piglet in tow, he's not happy with the wench and she's 3 sheets to the wind and wobblin'. I set them up with a couple beers and they get back to their domestic squabble, my friend chuckles and makes a. "Jonathan liked the looks of this guy. Big, maybe six-one, six-two, strong, well-developed muscles, a fair bit over 200 pounds, but with a gentle face. Good looking, especially wearing the suit and tie. It fit well, obviously tailored. He was happy that his daughter was dating nice guys.After a few minutes of conversation (pumping for info), it turned out the guy was seventeen, in the same school as Stacy, got good grades, and was into football, rugby, and weight-lifting. His name was Robert,. Noneof the other passengers were aware of this and the old man, himselfhad a very indifferent and bored look ( while his hands were busy onmy buttocks ). He was now urgently rubbing his hand over the crack ofmy buttocks and then pushing his hand and fingers directly onto myasshole as if to push his hand / finger in. The initial soft caresses of thebeginning were now replaced by heavy and confident squeezing andkneading of my buttocks. I was getting turned on by this intimate act ina public bus..