The Wheels On The Bus Ch. 1

To set the story:

I'm a part-time student without the funds for her own car. Resorting to public transit had always been a problem for me. The majority of the bus drivers were outcasts of nature, or so it seemed. I would take the same bus home from campus everyday, except for Wednesday. I would usually get the same driver each time. One day the drivers changed.

It was raining and I had forgotten my umbrella, but I was half an hour from home. My bus pulled to the curb in front of the stop, and the doors opened. I looked up as I walked up the stairs, for the perfunctionary 'hello' to the bus driver. There was a new driver today. Gone was the mid-fifties, long gray hair, glasses wearing ass that usually drove. Today there was a younger man, about thirty-five, light brown hair and hazel eyes. This one was cute, very cute.

To explain some more....

I have always been interested in older men. Being 19, that meant that I found a lot of men attractive. I'm 5'6, blond with green eyes, an athletic build and a 36c chest. I had always been able to find guys my own age, but they never seemed to do it for me. For some reason the thought of me, and a man in his thirties, with experience just made me hot.

Anyway, this guy gave me the usual up-and-down perusal and appeared pleased with what he saw. I held out my bus pass as I walked past him. Before I was past the chair, his hand reached out and grabbed my arm, not hard but enough to get me to stop.

"You have to put another dollar in for adult fare."

I smiled as I turned my bus pass over and showed him my student card, it allowed me to take the bus at kid's fare. He seemed surprised, I guess he had thought that I was older, most guys do. I couldn't help myself from caressing my hand over his, that still held my arm.

"If you want to keep holding my arm, I don't mind, but it might be difficult to drive with one hand."

He yanked his hand away as if stung, and I think I saw a flush at his cheekbones. I thanked him and walked back to a seat. I took one on the aisle, and low and behold I could make eye contact with him in his rear-view mirror. This half an hour was going to pass like a dream.

I started by just staring, unflinchingly, into the mirror. Anytime that he would slide his eyes to it, he met mine. At first I guess he thought that it was by chance, but by the third time he realized it wasn't. The next time that he slid his eyes to the mirror, I had one eyebrow raised in a 'so now what?' sort of manor. I think that I was making him uncomfortable, he adjusted himself in his seat, and avoided using his mirror. Deciding that I didn't have a chance with that anymore, I changed my tactic. Thankfully there was only one other person on board today. I took off my jacket and walked up to the front, we had hit the freeway. I walked up to his seat, and leant over so that my lips were level with his ear. I whispered into it.

"I'm planning to take a little nap, and I'm worried that I'll miss my stop, and you'll forget I'm on board, and you'll head back into town without letting me off."

"Don't worry" he said "I'll rouse you at your stop."

"I know you will honey, but will you wake me up first?"

As he sat stunned, I couldn't help but giggle. His breathing was a little fast, but he was trying to remain calm. I always enjoyed being able to arouse men like this, sometimes it was too easy. I told him that I wanted off at the last stop, then I turned around and walked back to my seat. I got into my seat and put my headphones on. I figured I had about twenty minutes before we got to the stop. I closed my eyes, surrounded by music from my discman and waited for him to wake me up.

I became aware that the bus had come to a complete stop, and the engine had been turned off. I heard the driver clear his throat, louder then normal, probably trying to wake me up without coming to the back. I didn't move. I heard him walk towards the back calling 'miss?' I still didn't move. As I heard his steps get closer, I began talking as if in my sleep.

"Oooh. You know what I like don't you honey?" with a sleepy giggle. "Oh yeah, baby, put that where you know I like it."

I heard his in-drawn breath. I couldn't help but think that this guy probably didn't get enough to satisfy, or this talk, straight from a porn video, wouldn't have the same effect that it was happening.

"Come on baby.... are you gonna touch me? Do I have to beg for it? I've been bad, so very bad...please." with another sleepy giggle to finish the picture.

While I talked I pictured all that I mentioned, and every scene had the two of us in it, and in very compromising situations. I was hoping that at least a few of them, if not all would come true. I felt him lean over, and place his hand on my shoulder, harder then was necessary.

"Miss? ahem... we're at your stop... Miss?"

"Oh, you know where I want your hand....."

I took his hand in mine and moved it to cover my right breast through my shirt. My eyes were still closed, as I kept the sleep charade going. His fingers seemed to contract involuntarily over my breast, as I could hear him struggle for breath. I began running my hands over my body, softly moaning, trying to entice him to act on his own. Maybe he would do more if he still believed that I was asleep. I knew that he was probably fighting with himself, but I was immensely satisfied when his hand started manipulating my warm flesh on his own. I had already worked myself up, so I didn't have to pretend my pleasure. After a moment of his hand manipulating my breast in his hand, his other hand joined in. It was a soft, brushing touch at first, but when I didn't awaken it gained in pressure. Now, both of his hands held and fondled my breasts. I could hear his breathing speed up as his hands worked. Deciding that I wanted a piece of this action, I decided that the charade of sleep had to go. I was expecting him to be a little surprised, and he might even stop, but I would fix that. I fluttered my eyelids open and met his eyes straight on. He froze. I gave a soft, cat with the cream smile, and all but purred my pleasure. He moved to tear his hands away in embarrassment, but I put my hands over his and keep them there. In truth he looked like a deer caught in headlights, but I still wanted him, wanted more.

"Don't worry honey" I said " You aren't doing anything that I didn't want you to do."

He just looked confused.

"I like what you do to me." I told him " I wouldn't mind if you did a little more." "In fact, I would like you to do a lot more, but I don't want to keep you running too late, maybe we could make plans for another time."

He know just looked shocked, and I couldn't help but giggle. I asked him if he was interested. He didn't say anything. I tried again.

"All you have to do honey is nod your head, and then its done, you and I could get together later, for more. What do you say?"

"Ummm.... ahem... why?"

"You're all hot and bothered and you have to ask me why?" I laughed again. "Don't you want a piece of this." I ground his hands against my breasts, he couldn't help but feel my erect nipples through the material of my shirt.

"I still don't get it." he said.

Usually I find stupidity a major turn off but it wasn't his fault that he was trying valiantly to regain blood flow to his head instead of to the bulge in his pants.

"All you have to say is yes or no. If its yes, I take this bus everyday at the same time and we can make plans. If its no, I still take this bus everyday, and I'll do my best to make you regret your decision. So what do you say?"

He all but gasped "Yes".

"That was the right answer." I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

I went to get up, his hands falling from my breasts. I could tell that he had expected something else, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Honey, you have to get back on the road, and I'm too hot to sit here anymore without finishing off, so I have to get home."

Heat flared in his eyes at the thought of me, at home, touching myself.

"I'll see you tomorrow, this bus, the final stop. I hope you'll have thought about where you want to go from here."

I got up from the seat, grabbed my bag and my coat. As I passed him, I rubbed up against him, and pressed my hand to the bulge in his pants. I paused for a minute, holding him in my hand. I stood up on my toes, and kissed him. It was barely a kiss, a brush of lips, before I sucked his lower lip into my mouth. As I leant back, I squeezed him with my hand. His breathing all but stopped for a moment.

"I hope you don't have too much trouble dealing with this for the rest of your shift." I squeezed him again. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I turned away from him and got off the bus, almost running straight into an elderly man who was just going to get on. As I walked away I couldn't help but laugh. If only the old man had walked on just seconds earlier, what a show.