Bill was only a little annoyed really. It was a lovely sunny, yet fresh day in early spring, and he was in no hurry. So what was there to be annoyed about. He didn't tell them that though of course, he huffed and puffed and looked put out. And he gazed forlornly at his crippled, almost brand-new car.
"I'm supposed to be giving the missus a lift to one of her clubs tonight as well," he sighed.
The guys at the garage apologised profusely. Their supplier had let them down, the car would be sorted, first thing tomorrow, and delivered to his house, or wherever he wanted, free of charge. He accepted the offer, and that there was nothing more they could do about it.
"Fucking potholes," he said with a grunt, and everyone agreed.
So it was he found himself sauntering through the little town center for the first time in years. He did a little shopping, had a cuppa at a cafe, and generally watched the world go by. He was feeling quite nostalgic by the time he decided to head home. He hadn't been on a bus for what, 15 years or more, even though he qualified for a free bus pass now.
Bill thought it would be fun to give it a try, so made his way to the bus station. It was late afternoon now, and it seemed everyone was heading home. The bus station was pretty busy so it took him a while to figure out where his bus left from.
He slipped through the crowd, his tall slim frame helping him navigate, over the heads of most of the crowd on his way to the stop. As he approached he spotted his stop, and the huge crowd gathered around it.
"Fuck that," he whispered to himself, "taxi it is then." As he began his turn, the bus came into sight. The crowd stirred in anticipation, people got to their feet from the little seats they had been perched upon as they waited. A flash of auburn caught his eye and stopped him in his tracks.
He looked more closely, waiting for a gap in the shuffling crowd so he could see the owner of the red hair. Walking closer to the crowd he peered over them. Then the flash of red dropped out of view. Bill moved sideways, trying to get a better angle. A gap through the crowd opened momentarily and he saw her.
Bending down to pick up her shopping bags. Her tight black leggings struggled to contain that magnificent backside. She was clearly wearing a thong and the seam of her leggings separated her big soft cheeks. While the hem of her light grey hoodie sat on her hips up around her waist. She stood upright, lifting the clearly heavy bags, and pushed her way forward as the bus doors hissed open.
It was Jackie, Bill's short, curvy, perfectly formed little, 40-something, red-headed MILF next door. She had moved in, along with her two sons, a couple of years ago, after her divorce. Bill was, it is fair to say, in lust with her from the moment they met. Early one summer morning as she was hanging some washing out. She was wearing just a long t-shirt-type nightie. It hung off one shoulder most deliciously and was a bit old and thin. So the light behind her made it almost transparent.
Bill had, at the time, thought she was a total tease and knew exactly what she was doing. But after getting to know her, he realised Jackie had no idea the effect she could have on men. She lived in sweatpants, t-shirts, and hoodies. Keeping herself to herself and almost hiding from the attentions of would-be suitors. She never thought anyone would be interested in her. Twenty-plus years of marriage had all but removed her self-confidence.
Jackie had been perched on the little bench seat for what seemed an age. The crowd grew larger and her heart sank at the thought of the battle ahead. She hated getting the bus. She had intended to take a taxi, but she overspent on groceries so couldn't afford that now. In fact, she had only just enough for the bus.
The crowd around her stirred and she stood up, trying to peer over or through them to see if it was their bus arriving that caused the stir. It was so, fearful that she might lose her position near the front if she didn't, Jackie bent down and picked up her shopping bags. She shuffled maybe half a step forward, then came to a halt pressed against the woman in front of her. The crowd surged behind her and she felt them pushing and jostling at her back.
"I'm getting too old for this shit." she sighed, the heavy bags cutting into her fingers as she waited. She bent forward and bent her knees, lowering the bags to the ground. The crowd behind her pushed onto her bottom as she did so. She was already thoroughly pissed off at being skint. The battle for the bus was not helping her mood.
A gap opened in front of her. She bent down, lifted her heavy bags again, and shuffled to the bus. She lifted her foot and placed it on the step. Then just as she hauled herself onto the bus. Jackie felt fingers sinking deep into the soft curve of her ass. They took a firm hold and squeezed hard, pushing between her cheeks as their grip tightened. She gasped and turned, but the grip was released before she could twist around.
The crowd behind her shuffled impatiently forward, jostling her. Totally disinterested in her. A group of boys were suspiciously looking the other way. There was no other clue as to who had just grabbed her. She stopped by the driver and emptied her purse of coins. Taking another opportunity to check the crowd. The boys were giggling among themselves as they pushed rudely onto the bus behind her.
Jackie walked down the bus to the first empty seat she saw. She placed her heavy bags on the seat before squeezing passed them to sit by the window. She gave the boys her best angry stare as they went by on their way to the back seats. But they were oblivious to her.
Bill watched her step onto the bus as he pushed into the crowd, hoping to get a seat next to her for the journey home. She stopped momentarily in the doorway, looking back, almost angrily. Then she stopped again, beside the driver. Putting her heavy bags down just to pick them up once more. Finally, she disappeared into the bus.
Bill followed her, making his way as quickly, but politely, as possible through the crowd. At last, he got on the bus and headed for where Jackie sat. Just over halfway down and still alone, thankfully. As he approached he noticed she kept looking back toward the rear seats and still looked a little flustered. Nearly all the seats were taken and the one next to her would have been, but for the large bag of shopping she had left on it.
"Hello Jackie, mind if I join you?" She started, her green eyes wide as she looked up at Bill. A moment later she realised who he was, her expression softened and she smiled up at him. A beautiful big smile that made him feel more than welcome.
"Oh sure, please, please," she said lifting her shopping onto the floor by the other bag and squeezing her feet down either side of them.
"You ok?" Bill asked as he sat down, pushing into her soft wide hips. "You looked a little upset just then?"
"Oh yeah, well umm," she glanced toward the back of the bus again, "I think one of those boys grabbed my bum as I was getting on the bus." She said looking very sheepish. Bill's first thoughts were that he didn't fucking blame them, but he managed to stop himself saying that. Instead, he just tried to gauge her attitude to the offense. He wasn't going to make a fuss if she didn't want him to.
"It's silly I know, no big deal, but what are they, like 12 or something?" He glanced back, and there was a group of 5 schoolboys sitting together, laughing and talking loudly. They were probably in their mid-teens.
"You want me to go and have a word with them?" Bill asked, trying to be chivalrous but hoping she said no.
"No, no, it's ok, I don't know for sure it was them," she looked a little deflated, "and I'm just feeling a little hard done to right now." The bus filled up quickly as they spoke. Then shook it's passengers around a bit as it maneuvered from the bust station.
"Oh dear, that doesn't sound like you, anything I can do?" He asked, genuinely offering his help.
"Not unless you know what this week's lottery numbers are gonna be?" she laughed. Bill knew she was struggling to make ends meet. He had offered her money in the past, but she had always declined either a gift or a loan.
"No I'm afraid not, but the house is looking a bit messy, you can do some cleaning for us if you like?" They both laughed, it was a running joke. Bill's wife Pam was about as house proud as you could be. Both of them were, to be honest. Not so much as a blade of grass was out of place in their house. Jackie and her two sons on the other hand...
"How is Pam by the way, not seen her for a while?" Jackie asked.
"Oh she is fine, I don't see that much of her myself anymore though." He explained, "She is always out at clubs or groups or something.
"And what about you?" Jackie asked, "Never expected to see you on the bus?" A look of genuine curiosity crept onto her face as she remembered his new car. "Where's that flash new car of yours?"
"In the garage, I just came from there. Hot a moon crater-sized pothole and broke something." Bill explained, without going into detail. The bus bounced along the road.
"Fucking potholes," Jackie swore, turning to look out the window.
"Indeed," Bill replied, glancing down at her thick thighs encased in black. Her legs were open because her feet were on either side of her shopping bags. That didn't leave him much room, but he didn't mind. He enjoyed being pressed against her. The sun shone through the window, bathing Jackie in light and warmth. The tightly stretched material of her leggings almost glistened as the pale skin beneath caught the light. They creased where her thighs met her groin, creating a little mound. Through the middle of that mound ran the seam of her leggings, splitting it in two.
"Oh fuck," Bill whispered to himself.
"Sorry did you say something?" Jackie asked turning to him.
"I said it's hot." Bill lied, pulling at the front of his shirt as if to fan himself.
"Yeah, it is, " Jackie agreed, "that sun is pretty strong when you are out of the wind." As she spoke she pulled down the zip on the front of her hoodie. Then she slipped it back off her shoulders, leaning forward a little to pull the grey sweater from behind her back. Beneath the hoodie, she wore a tight vest-type top. It was white, with thin spaghetti-like straps and one of those built-in bra things.
"Oh my fucking god," Bill whispered to himself again, quieter this time. As Jackie sat back her little white top tried its best to contain her large soft breasts and failed. They bulged over the top and bounced continuously, and it seemed uncontrollably, as the bus navigated the bumpy roads. He tried not to look as they chatted, but his eyes were drawn back to her again and again.
They had been on the bus for almost half an hour when the group of lads made their way, noisily passed them. Jackie shot them a dirty look as they moved down the centre aisle of the bus. They saw her but just laughed, and Bill thought he heard one of them talking about her tits as they left the bus.
