The drone of the engines finally put me to sleep. When I
awoke, the bus was pulling into the station in yet another small
town. No one got off, but three people did get on, and after a
short time, we were on our way, again.
The blonde headed lady had slowly walked to the rear of the
bus, and finally seated herself across the aisle from me. I gave
her a small nod of the head and a brief smile. She acknowledged
the nod with a smile, and sat down. Although she said nothing,
she did glance at me more than once, and after we were moving,
she finally leaned across the void and asked where I was headed.
I replied and she said that was interesting, as she was headed to
Dallas, also. To visit her daughter, her married daughter.
She didn’t look old enough to have a married daughter, and I
told her so. She smiled at that, and said thank you to the
compliment, and then looked straight ahead, silently. I made
myself comfortable again, and went back to sleep. The next stop
woke me up, again, and as I looked sleepily around, saw that she
was looking at me.
“Did you enjoy your nap?”
“I guess,” I replied. “I really don’t remember much about
it.”
She laughed at that, and as the bus driver said that we would
be here for 15 minutes, she stood and stretched, somewhat showing
off her figure, and then moved forward and off the bus. She
returned about five minutes later carrying a small paper bag.
After she was seated, she emptied the bag, one article at a time,
laying the cans of soda, bags of chips, and a cold sandwich on
the empty seat next to her.
The sight of the soda cans suddenly made me very thirsty, and
heaving myself up, I too stretched and made my way forward and
off the bus. I got a Pepsi from the machine next to the terminal
door, and after popping it open, stepped back onto the bus and
returned to my seat.
She had watched me as I walked back down the aisle to my
seat, almost in the same manner as I had appraised the figures of
women as they walked. She had smiled at me as I slid into my
seat, and again after I had sat down. I had merely nodded an
acknowledgement.
When the bus finally pulled out of the terminal, we both
settled in for the ride. With another six hours before we
reached Dallas, I looked out the window as the west Texas country
side slid by, and marveled at the hues in the sky as the sun set
behind us. The few other passengers on the bus were several rows
ahead of us, and all appeared to be either reading or sleeping.
“My name is Carol,” she said as she reached over and touched
my arm with her hand.
“Oh..” I came out of my own little world. “Nice to meet you
Carol, my name is Keith.”
“Do you live in Dallas?”
“No. At least not yet. I am going to visit a friend, and
see about a job that may be waiting for me.” Since she had
already told me she was going to visit her married daughter, I
didn’t pursue the conversation.
“And just what is it that you do,” she asked?
“I am a commercial artist,” I replied. “Sometimes I get into
package art work, package design, and do some things with
computer graphics.”
“That sounds very interesting,” she said. “Would you mind if
I moved and sat next to you? It would make conversation a lot
easier.” I motioned for her to come on over, and as I started to
move to the seat next to the window, she said to stay where I
was, and slid in front of me and, half falling, dropped into the
seat next to me.
“There,” she said, “that’s a lot better. Now we don’t have
to yell at each other.” I nodded my head in response. We talked
a little, mostly about nothing. Finally, she was silent for a
minute or two, and then making some remark about the heater in
the bus being extremely efficient, she leaned forward and tugged
her sweater off over her head, settling back in the seat, finally.
Underneath her sweater, she had on a t-shirt, and underneath
it, nothing. Her nipples were prominent against the soft fabric,
and as I glanced at her, they poked out even further. She caught
the glance, and then, with a smile, smoothed the fabric out,
pulling it tight across her breasts.
It was obvious that she was built rather well, and proud of
it, too. We rode silently for a while. I sipped and finished
off my Pepsi, and as I tossed the empty can into the seat behind
us, she smiled at me.
“Do you know the difference between kinky and perverted?”
Her question caught me a little off guard.
“No,” I said. “But I am always glad to learn something new.”
“Well, kinky is where you use just a feather,” she said,
laughing. “And perverted is where you use the whole chicken.”
Her eyes were dancing as they stared into mine, trying to judge
my reaction, I guess.
“If that’s true,” I responded. “Then I guess I might be
considered a pervert. Though I never really thought about it
that much,” I added.
Again, she smiled. A knowing smile, if you know what I mean,
and then she said, “me too,” and laughed. Her hand moved from
her lap to my knee, tracing a light circle with her fingers. I
made no move to stop her, and as we rode along, her hand moved
higher and closer to my crotch, and once, as the bus lurched
across a bump, her hand grazed my cock. I turned to look at her,
but her eyes gave away nothing, just stared into mine and seemed
to say that she was doing exactly what she wanted to do.
Her hand became busy again, and as she lightly rubbed my
thigh, I saw in the dim light, that her nipples were even more
pronounced than they had been. I moved my hand to touch them,
and she moved herself so that I had full access to her breasts.
Her hand was still on my leg. After teasing them through the
thin fabric of the shirt, she finally tugged it out of the waist
of her skirt, and pulled it up so that her breasts were exposed
to my eyes and my fingers.
I traced small circles around her nipples, tracing the
outline of the aureole, and watched as her nipples continued to
grow. Her eyes were closed now. Her head back, enjoying this
stealthy exploration of her body in a semi-public setting. Her
lips parted and her tongue slid out, wetting her lips, and then
her tongue was gone. Her hand became busy again, rubbing my cock
through my jeans, softly at first and then more vigorously.
“I want to touch it,” she murmured. Her hands were busy at
the buckle of my belt. When she had it undone, her fingers
quickly undid the button at the waist and then she was pulling
the zipper down. Her hand was warm to my skin as she slid it
underneath the elastic band of my shorts, and as I raised my ass
up out of my seat, she tugged my jeans and shorts down, releasing
my hard cock from its almost painful confinement.
“It’s so hard,” she said, her fingers alternately stroking
and then fluttering softly and sensually up and down the length
of it. Her head dipped into my lap, and I felt the hot wetness
of her mouth as she slid the head of my cock in between her lips.
I moved a little as I felt her tongue move over the head of my
cock, and then she was gently but firmly stroking the length of
it with her hand, her head bobbing slowly up and down. It felt
great, and as she was starting to really get into it, the bus
slowed and took an exit off the interstate.
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