It had been a very long day. After two stressful job interviews squeezed into one afternoon, a quick coffee with an old friend, and a trip to the doctors to pick up a prescription for my little brother, Scarlett was utterly fed up and exhausted. And now the last bus home was late. She stood alone at the bus stop, in her interview outfit; a mustard yellow pencil skirt and white peter pan collared, short sleeved shirt and thanked the lord that it was a balmy night. Her long, dark hair had been set in curls that morning, but by now was resting in wavy tendrils down her back. She had a slender body, but was very curvy -- her hips were much wider than her tiny waist and her breasts were ample without being too large.
Her spirits lifted when the bus finally arrived, almost half an hour later, and when she saw who the driver was as she climbed aboard, she smiled inwardly. She recognised him from some of her daytime routes, and being a non-driver, she caught buses a lot. She could still remember fancying him from when she'd first laid eyes on him. He reminded her a little of Pete Doherty, with his olive skin and sunken cheeks. His floppy hair had a slightly unkempt look that had always attracted her to boys, and the dark under his eyes and his slightly unhealthy pallor really did it for her. Her sister always said that she fancied boys who looked like junkies. Maybe she was right.
Over the past two years or so, this bus driver and Scarlett had progressed from smiling hello to one another, to cheeky banter, to outright flirtation. The last time she'd seen him she'd actually got off the bus blushing from the way he looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her breasts and legs, as he'd grinned, 'bye babes.'
He broke into a wide smile at the sight of her, and his eyes travelled up her legs, taking in her outfit and her long, dishevelled hair. 'Hello babe. You look.... smart. Had a long day?'
'How did you know?' she sighed, smiling. As she showed him her ticket, she briefly told him about her interviews and that she was looking forward to getting home.
'Can't wait to get to bed, eh?' he grinned cheekily, his eyes lingering on her face, before moving quickly down to her breasts and back. She felt herself blushing; he really seemed to enjoy making her do so.
There were a few people already on the bus, so they didn't chat for too long. She sat down, exhaustion forgotten, the familiar heat beginning to pulse through her body, settling somewhere between her legs. He'd looked at her differently tonight, she knew it, but didn't know quite how. He'd always flirted, but she's gotten a different, more intense feeling from him now. He kept catching her eye in the mirror and they grinned back and forth at one another, as they did throughout most of their bus journeys together.
Slowly, the bus emptied around them. When they were driving along a long, dark stretch of road, the bus began to slow right down, and he pulled into a lay-by. Butterflies broke out in Scarlett's stomach. Her mind went into overdrive; how well did she actually know this guy? Not at all, was the answer. She didn't even know his name. Deciding then and there to act more confident than she was feeling, she stood up and walked to the front of the bus.
'What's going on? Why are we stopping?' she asked. He had parked the bus completely by now. He turned to look at her, smiling. He inclined his head, beckoning her closer. She obliged.
Before she had time to think, he had leaned across the barrier and kissed her. After a seconds' hesitation, she threw caution to the winds and kissed him back, passionately. Upon her responding this way, he put his hands on her face and his kiss became bruising. He held her there, kissing her tenderly, for what felt like hours, or days even. Eventually, he pulled away and stepped out from behind the drivers' booth.
He was already hard, she could see through his trousers. With a lurch of pleasure, she realised where this was going to end. She reached down and caressed him through the thin material. He groaned and pulled her, roughly this time, into another intense kiss. His hands found her breasts through the cotton of her shirt, and he pinched her nipples, hard. She whimpered into his mouth. He pulled away and grabbed his coat out from behind the drivers' seat. He laid it on the floor and grinned up at her.
'Before we do this,' she said, a little breathlessly, 'what's your name?'
'Peter,' he laughed. She smirked at the likeness she'd always compared him to in her mind. 'What's yours?' he asked. She told him as she sat down on his coat. They sat opposite each other for a moment, breathing slowly and heavily. He unbuttoned his shirt. She did the same, and all the while they kept their eyes on each other. As he unbuttoned, he revealed a slim body, with dark hair curling over his chest and, more thickly, over his stomach, leading down out of sight, into his trousers. Scarlett leaned over and unbuttoned them. He watched her, his face serious with desire now. She pulled his erection out, and gasped a little. He was huge; at least 8 inches long and thick. She stifled the gasp quickly, but when she looked up at him again, she thought he looked rather proud. She went to bend down and take him in her mouth, when he held her shoulders and gently pushed her backwards, down so that she was lying full on the floor, on top of his thick coat. Her top half was entirely exposed, her nipples hard nubs standing out from her breasts.
Without speaking a word, he slipped her skirt down over her hips, pulled it off her legs and put it to one side. She was now just in panties and tights. He peeled my tights away, too, all the while his eyes scanning her slender, pale body, drinking in every detail of her. When he had removed her black, laced panties too, and she was totally naked, he moved up her body, his hands flat on the floor on either side of her. His face was almost level with hers, when he finally spoke; 'God, I've wanted to do this for such a long time.' His voice was rough with passion and longing. She thought that it seemed to cost him monumental effort not to just ravage her then and there. She moved her hands up from his back, where they had been resting, to his face, 'So have I,' she admitted, looking into his eyes. Her hands holding him gently, seemed to steady him. He sighed and kissed her again, delicately this time, firm, but gentle too. Slowly, he moved away from her mouth, kissing his way down her neck, to her chest, kissing her breasts, his breath against her skin making her nipples even harder. She could feel her cunt swelling, too, practically feel her heartbeat in its walls, in its clit. Blood roared in her ears and at the same time, all she could hear was the silence of the night, distant traffic, and their own, ragged breathing.
While he was kissing her breasts, one of his arms curled underneath her, around her back, while the other hand worked its way agonisingly slowly up her inner thigh. She felt him gently opening the outer lips of her cunt, tracing the slick inner lips with his thick fingers.
