You notice everyone on the bus is female. There are a few girl your age giggling among themselves, an elderly woman dozed off in a corner, several older women in work clothes, and one woman who stood out from the rest. She was mid-thirties, gorgeous, wearing a tight, leopard-print dress. She was sitting alone, staring out the window. She had long, black hair she obviously used a lot of hair care products on. She had small gold hoop earrings and wore dark red lipstick. You sit down next to her, and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, still staring out the window.
You subtly clear your throat nervously and speak to her. "That's a nice dress you're wearing," you say. She seems to jump in her seat a bit when she hears your voice.
"Where did you come from?" she asks, startled.
"I just got on, sorry. Should I move?"
She stumbles at a loss for words. "Ah, uh... N-no, it's okay." Her eyebrows wrinkle in a bit of confusion. "How are you still here?"
"You know, if you want me to move, that's all you have to say..."
"No, I mean, a man. How are you a man and still... You know, here." She makes a spherical shape with her hands. "Like, alive."
"I'm only 20, I'm not exactly in a rush to die, lady."
She squints her eyes at you, puzzled. "You don't know what's going on?"
"Umm, no, I guess not," you chuckle.
"All the other men in the world suddenly vanished overnight. All that's left are us women, and, well... You."
"Oh, I get it. 'Not if I was the last guy on Earth,' right?"
"Well, no, I mean, you are. No one has spotted any other males since midnight last night."
You look at her, now with a puzzled expression on your face. "You're kinda nuts."
"Ask anyone!"
You look around and notice that everyone is still either staring at you, speechless, or haven't noticed you yet. The driver didn't even start driving yet. She just parked and looked at you. You look back at the woman next to you. Now you're speechless. And confused. But now her lips curled into a slight smirk and she smiles at you. What was this woman talking about? Is she insane?
"What's your name?" she asks.
You hesitantly tell her your first name.
"I'm Diana," she greets. She leans into you and whispers "How would you like to have your way with me?"
"Huh!?" You lean away from her, surprised at what she just said. She's definitely insane.
"Well, I'm on my way to my apartment, if you'd like to join me...?" she trails her sentence. Seeing the confused expression on your face, she continues. "Or would you like to go on a date first?"
This gorgeous, crazy woman who could easily have any man in the world she wants just asked you to go back to her apartment and/or go on a date with her. Maybe she's a prostitute. That would explain how she's dressed so sultry on a busride, and how she's coming onto you.
She spreads her legs apart in her seat, displaying her floral panties underneath the skirt bottom of her dress. "Or you can just do want you'd like with me here..." she suggests while biting her lip. You feel yourself getting powerfully aroused suddenly, and you'd kill to have your way with a woman like this. She's just offering herself to you. But she didn't ask for money. Maybe it's a way to scam you into it afterwards? Maybe that's why she asked for a date? What to do?
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