Jack was in his mid-sixties, with grey hair, a bit overweight but tall so it didn't look too bad. He was sitting on the upper deck of a bus wearing a kilt, tweed jacket, sporran, green knee socks and polished leather brogues.
Sitting almost opposite him was a lass who he knew from her loud voice was called Valerie. She looked in her mid-thirties, was clearly far from shy, and otherwise was average looking, short at around 5ft maybe 5ft 1 or 2 inches, with a nice full figure, but not slim and was comfortably padded. Jack could see she was wearing a low-cut sleeveless blouse which well displayed her large cleavage. He did love beautiful breasts and a deep cleavage, which particularly turned him on, and at every opportunity he loved looking at women who bent down and showed off their breasts and cleavage.
Valerie was speaking very loudly on her phone giving out all sorts of personal details. Jack, therefore, knew that she owned an estate agency with another businessman partner, although there was nothing romantic between them. She also owned a large house and had her best friend, Bernice, living there with her wife, Diane. They were lesbians although Valerie was not.
As Valerie was continuing to chat on her phone with what was clearly Bernice, she was being quite disparaging of her friend bordering on rude and using some colourful language. She was obviously under the effect of alcohol, although far from drunk, but her tongue was at the well ahead of her brain stage.
Valerie was saying to Bernice that she needed to get a grip, and it was clear to Jack that Bernice wanted to experience being spanked by Diane as foreplay to lovemaking. Not just playful spankings but real old-fashioned very sore bottom hidings and leathering, being real discipline spankings. However, Bernice was saying that Diane didn't want to spank her. That was when Valerie was saying to Bernice that she needed to chat it through with Diane once she had calmed down rather than just moan about her again. From that Jack realised this wasn't the first time that Bernice had complained to Valerie about Diane's reluctance to spank her.
All the time he was watching and listening, Jack had the appearance of chatting with a buddy on his own phone. However, whilst it looked like a phone, he was actually holding a dictaphone. His hand was up covering his mouth so Valerie couldn't have seen he was holding a dictaphone and he was whispering into it. He was able to glance across at Valerie and had some great views of her cleavage although he was sure that as she was pretty much drunk that she didn't notice.
Jack was talking into his dictaphone about this rude young lass, who he thought was actually the one urgently in need of a good spanking, and, in fact, a good long hard bare bottom spanking followed with a good healthy hard dose of his strap or cane or even both. As he spoke into the dictaphone, he kept thinking how he would love to see this young lass's bare bottom scarlet red from the top of her bottom down to her thighs to just above her knees, and the glorious livid crimson welts across her bum and thighs from his strap or cane. He also thought that she was very sexy and imagined that some passionate aftercare with her would be wonderful. He talked about feeling those big breasts of hers milking his erection, of how he would love seeing his semen coating them and the stain as it soaked into her lovely bra, and of how she tasted, and wondering if she would cum when he licked her and how their fucking would be.
Next thing Jack was shocked to find Valerie was standing up next to him making a scene in front of the other passengers on the top deck of the bus. She said, really having a go at him, albeit in a rather slurred voice, "How dare he talk about me like that you dirty pervy old man. I should call the driver or police or something, as just who do you think you are."
Taken aback, Jack made out he didn't know what the lass was talking about, saying, "Pardon? I don't know what you mean," at least until realisation dawned on him that he hadn't been whispering as softly as he had thought. Red-faced and embarrassed he apologised but, taking his hand from his mouth showed Valerie the dictaphone.
Quietly but urgently, he said, "Please, take a seat and let me explain the misunderstanding."
Valerie did sit back down, this time next to Jack, but very much reluctantly and watched him intently. She saw that instead of looking at her eyes he was staring at her breasts, and so said sternly, still slurring though, "You are not helping by staring at my tits."
That jolted Jack into looking at Valerie's eyes and showing the dictaphone bits he explained that he was an amateur adult fiction story writer and carried this around with him to jot down plots and stories that came to him. Yes, he was using the discussion that she was having with her friend, but never used their names as he made what was being said into a fictional story.
