alone time short stories

The bus driver

I was sat at the bus stop reading Wuthering heights intently. My skirt was hitched up in the heat and my socks rolled down. I was usually the first person on the bus before anyone else boarded so the stop stayed empty and the streets emptier still. The heat of my novel moved me and I felt my hands slither towards my throbbing core. Before I knew it, the bus suddenly trundled to my stop. My throbbing core continued to heat up as I stepped onto the bus. The driver smiled at me noticing my skirt and my now unbuttoned shirt. He smiled to himself ignoring the fact that I didn't tap my card. I walked on down the aisle, dropping my bag and book on the seat but instead of sitting down, I walked back up to the driver. I was feeling naughty. He noticed me come up and slid down the glass between us.

"Everything okay?"

I didn't respond but instead leaned in close. He looked startled but i could see his eyes darken. His dark beard almost blew in the still air whilst his large hands gripped the steering wheel. I stepped backwards and laughed.

"Nothing sir, is everything okay with you?"

I adjusted my shirt giving him a more clear view of my boobs as they spilled out of my all too small bra.

He continued to look before turning towards the front screen and moving the clutch. He was ready to go. I was annoyed. Had I not left an impact? I continued to stand by the driver as he started to edge slowly down the empty road. As my eyes trailed downwards, I noticed his growing bulge and a smile reached my eyes. I leant over and let my fingers trace him over his trousers. His eyes grew glassy and he leant back letting my arm further in.

"Fuck girl,"

I fully opened the door between us and straddled him gently. He laughed loudly. I bent my head low so he could still see the roads. I was thankful it was empty. His hand still on the clutch and his legs adjusting with the pedals didn't stop me from gently rocking. I let my throbbing core graze over his trousers. He moaned out loud. He let go of the clutch to put his big hands up my skirt and on my bum. He squeezed making me rock harder. I pulled Down his zipper as the bus lurched to the left. Suddenly I noticed cars on the road and a few honks. The driver laughed still.

"Fuck it," he said.

He pulled the bus into an empty side road and slammed on the breaks. Just as I had pulled the zipper all the way down, he pulled on the hand brake and grabbed me. He opened the sliding door and carried me to the back seats of the bus. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his trousers fell to his feet. He put me down on the
seat before leaning in and kissing me hungrily. His hand reached for my neck as he held me in place. My eyes rolled back in deep pleasure and loud moans escaped my throat. My eyes looked down at his bare legs and cock and his looked down at mine. I opened my legs wider. He moved forward. His thrusts were deep and clean. I could hear the wetness we shared. My hands reached for his head and I pulled him in for more kisses. His beard scratched against me as his hands groped my boobs over my top. He kept thrusting and I lost my breath. My hand grabbed the nearest bus pole and gripped it hard. His hips moved smooth and the bus shook beneath us. With a final grunt, we came in unison. He pulled his dick out before smiling down on me. He flicked my hard nipple cheekily before putting on his trousers and heading back to his seat. I was stunned and stayed on the back seat watching him.