The Bus 8

He cinched up the old winter coat and pulled the hood over his head, scrunching down slightly in the back row of the bus. This was the stop. Sure enough, he watched her board the bus behind another passenger. Not looking around, she chose a seat next to the window and sat, adjusting the fur trim of her black wool coat up around her ears. She breathed on her fingers to warm them against the cool. He smiled to himself, staring longingly at her profile. Just another few blocks.

He tore his glance away from her to watch the passing streets. Almost there. Just as the bus pulled to the right lane to stop, he stood up and palmed a folded piece of paper. Walking towards the front of the bus, he stopped even with her seat. She looked up at him briefly, leaning back as he suddenly bent down in front of her seat. Brushing her coat, careful not to actually touch her, he touched the floor in front of her seat, then stood slowly, obviously enjoying the view as he rose. Her perfume stole across the distance to tease his senses. Her eyes widened as they met his, and her lips parted to speak.

"Excuse me Miss" he said, interrupting her. "I believe you dropped this." He handed her the note, which she accepted blindly, staring at him.

He turned abruptly and continued his walk to the front of the bus, the last one off at the stop. He felt her eyes on him as he walked determinedly away from the bus stop, not altering his course until he heard the bus pull away. He then quickly swerved to the parking lot, to jump in his waiting car, the one he's strategically dropped off there earlier this afternoon. He'd been waiting for today for weeks. Working out every detail. He dropped the car into drive and pulled out into the road, following the path of the bus. 7 stops. He had 7 stops to get everything ready. The bus had been crowded, he was sure it would stop at each of the seven stops. His car slowed down at an intersection, and he looked over at the bus as he passed it, dreading the possibility that she would glance over and see him. Through the window, she was holding his note in her hands, re-reading it. He smiled to himself and sped up. About 2 miles later, he pulled into a parking lot of a local pub, took off his ratty coat, and threw it in the back seat. He then donned his sport coat over the silk shirt and tie he'd been wearing underneath. Walking in, he found a spot in the rear against the wall, where he could clearly see the entrance. He ordered a drink and sat down to wait. She wouldn't be long, he thought. She'll come, he reassured himself.

About ten minutes later she walked into the bar confidently, the light from the doorway framing her profile in a perfect silhouette. She went to the corner coat rack and hung her coat, revealing a purple sweater with a plunging neckline that displayed tempting cleavage. The sweater clung to her waist, curling above a black skirt that was just short enough, just tight enough, that you wondered if it was really appropriate for business attire. Dark stockings clung to her shapely legs. Diamond earrings winked through her hair which curled softly behind her ears. She went straight to a stool at the bar. She did not scan the crowd looking for him, or give anyone else any sort of signal that she was either looking or available. Good girl, he thought to himself. He waited until she'd ordered her drink, and then picked up his and sauntered over to take the seat next to her.

He leaned over her shoulder as he sat down. "I was hoping you'd come" he said quietly.

"With such an invitation? You hardly gave me the opportunity to decline politely" she replied with a bit of asperity, belied by the twinkle in her eye.

"I was obviously appealing to your better social judgment , and the associated guilt that would prevent you from leaving me here to sit by my lonesome, waiting to see if you'd come. I'd likely wait until closing, you know" he replied in all seriousness, then winked conspiringly.

She placed her hand on the bar in front of him. The diamond winked up at him. "I am married" she said with attempted firmness.

He met her eyes, undaunted. "Then your husband should take better care of you than to make you ride the bus." He paused, then smiled wickedly "you never know what sorts of trouble you can find on the bus, you know."

She frowned, slightly. "My husband said he had to take my car in to the shop for repairs today".

"Well, I'm glad today was my day to ride the bus too" he said. "Lucky me." He grinned at her sensually. After a short pause she hesitantly met his smile. This was going well. He downed the rest of his drink, and lifted his glass in the direction of her nearly empty drink. "Can I get the next round" he asked, leaning across the bar as if he was trying to signal the bartender, unobtrusively sliding closer to her. He ordered for them both, and they watched as the bartender mixed the drinks and slid them across to them.

"I'm Adam" he said, saluting her with his drink.

She paused briefly, and met his eyes. "Eve" she replied.

His lips twitched but he said nothing, continuing his salute, which she met with her glass and they both drank, maintaining eye contact above the glass. Heat seemed to sizzle between them, tension building with each sip.

"God I wish I was your glass" he whispered, eyes locked on her lips as they hovered around the rim of the glass.

She pretended to ignore him, instead licking her lips sensually, and fishing the sliced lime out of the glass. She sucked on it slowly, watching his reaction. At least, she watched the reaction in his face and posture, he didn't think she could see the instant response that was occurring below the bar. She squeezed the lime with her fingers, ignoring the drip that clung, glistening to her bottom lip. She might be able to ignore it, but he certainly couldn't! He leaned closer, pausing about an inch from her face. Looking into her eyes he whispered, "I love lime" before capturing her bottom lip with his own. She moaned slightly, leaning into him, drawing his lips into a deeper kiss. The tartness mingled with the flavor and heat of her mouth, giving him a heady sensation as he realized she'd leaned far enough forward that she was bracing herself with her hand on his thigh. Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss, taking the wedge of lime from her now limp fingers, and put it in his own mouth. She was now the one watching his lips... good.

She straightened a bit, unconsciously pulling her skirt down where it had ridden up on the bar stood. He allowed her to relax a bit, using some inane small talk about weather and bus rides, before their drinks were again getting low. Instead of ordering more, he leaned over and placed his hand on her shoulder, letting it slide of its own volition down her back to the curve of her waist. His hand fit perfectly along her curves, he thought. "I want to take you somewhere." He whispered.

She was silent, under his caress, but nodded her head yes. He took both her hands, and helped raise her from the stool. Sliding his hand around her waist, hers slid up his back as they walked arm in arm to collect her coat. Each could feel the heat radiating off the other, feel the fingers gently squeezing and releasing as they walked. He held her coat as she put it on, and they walked out to his car. She quirked an eyebrow at his as he opened the door for her, obviously putting together that he had a car, and thus no real reason to be on the bus that afternoon. Wisely, she held silent.

They drove in silence, his hand sliding across the car to rest on her thigh, slowly hitching it up until it revealed the top of her lace stockings. He slide his thumb and forefinger under the stocking, reveling in the feeling of her skin. She in turn spread her legs just a bit wider for him, allowing him access, and reached into his lap, caressing the prominent bulge jutting out from his pants. She grasped him through the fabric, squeezing slightly. He finally had to let her go and put his hands over hers, saying "you're going to make me crash if you keep that up!" She giggled in response, and continued her gentle assault.

About two miles later, they pulled into the parking lot of a small hotel. No cheap dive motel for her, he thought. Not terribly upscale, but at least decent enough he was sure they'd be, comfortable. He drove directly around to the back, bypassing the office in front. She looked at him in silent question as they parked. In response, he walked around the car and got her door, pulling her out and into his arms for a deep kiss. She met his lips passionately, one knee creeping up the outside of his leg slightly as his hands slid down her back to cup her ass and pull her closer against him. He finally broke away with a ragged breath.

"Come on" he said. "I wouldn't want you to get ... cold ... out here." He took her hand and led her two the second story, where he produced a room key from his coat pocket. This time both her eyebrows went up as she realized again how much advanced planning he'd put into this. He let her walk into the room first, following behind because it was both the gentlemanly thing to do, and because the view was better.

He closed the door behind her then turned back to face her, shocked by the sudden contact of her body as she pressed herself against him, holding them both against the door. Her fingers curled through his hair has she kissed him, her breasts pressed against his chest. Without interrupting the kiss, he shrugged out of his coat, and took her hands, pulling her own jacket off and flinging them to the floor carelessly. His head dipped and he kissed her neck, shoulders, pulling her sweater up as he did so. Reaching her ribcage, he dropped lower and began kissing the tops of her breasts pressed above the lacy black bra now exposed, allowing him to pull the sweater up over her head. She pulled her arms free of the sleeves and slid them into the top of his shirt, pulling his shoulders towards her, then sliding her fingers down the front of his chest, tugging restlessly at his buttons. They clung to each other desperately, kissing with a passion spurred by the knowledge that time was fleeting.

Now topless, he covered her breasts with his hands, feeling the nipples pucker and tighten against his palms. She moaned softly, tilting her head back and exposing her neck to his mouth. He ground his pelvis against her, frustrated by the fabric that was still constricting them both. Flicking her nipples with his thumbs, he was rewarded by her involuntary shudder. He slid his hands down to the waistband of her skirt, trying to find the infernally hidden button or snap or zipper, something created to annoy man. She chuckled at his fruitless efforts and pushed his hands away, easily unzipping the back zipper he'd yet to find, distracted as he was by the feel for her flesh. She slid the skirt down, kicking it away, followed by her shoes. She stood in front of him, naked but for satin panties and thigh highs, which she slowly rolled down her legs, caressing them as she went, enjoying his appreciative stare as he watched in silence.

"Beautiful" he breathed.

Naked, she looked at him, now wearing nothing but his slacks. "Aren't you a bit, overdressed?" she asked. He looked down, as if surprised to notice he was still clothed at all, and reached for the button. "Let me" she said, pushing his hands aside and reaching for the zipper. She undid the front of his pants, carefully avoiding the briefest caress of his swollen cock, straining at the fabric. She slid his pants and boxers down to his thighs, but instead of letting them fall to the floor, as she'd done with her own skirt, kept them in her hands and traced his legs to the floor, dropping to her knees in the process. She looked up at him through smoky lashes, then back down at the rest of him.

"Hmm....." she licked her lips, watching his flesh bob in response in front of her eyes. She leaned forward, tasting him with her tongue, flicking lightly across his tip. He stared down at her, enjoying the view of her mouth on his cock. She pulled back and looked up at him once again, giving him a wicked grin that nearly brought him to his knees, before grasping him with her fingers and drawing his full length into her mouth. He groaned, feeling himself enveloped, her tongue stroking him as she sucked back and forth. His fingers wound through her hair, her other hand crept up his waist as they found a rhythm together. His breathing quickened and she slowed down, tracing his length with her tongue, rolling it over the tip and squeezing lightly with her fingers before letting him plunge back into her throat.

"God!" he rasped breathlessly, gently tightening on her hair so she had to stop. "You're going to make me go way too quickly if you keep that up" he told her, enjoying the fact that she didn't look terribly concerned at the notion. "Ah..." he interrupted as she reached for him again. He pulled her back to her feet, meeting her lips as she rose and reaching between her legs, pleased by the moisture that drenched his fingers as he slid them along her clit. She leaned towards him in response. He turned her towards the bed, and left her standing as he dropped in front of her, nuzzling her pubic hair as his fingers continued their assault on her tender flesh. She spread her legs wider for him, gasping lightly as he took her clit between his lips, sucking it as his fingers slid inside her. "Ohhh" she cooed, bucking towards him. He let his tongue match the pulsing of his fingers. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He let the pace speed up a bit until she was moaning wildly and her knees started to buckle.

In a swift movement, he stood and lifted her onto the bed, covering her body with his own as they pressed into the soft coverlet. Pausing to enjoy the feel and heat of their bodies pressed against each other, their eyes met. "You are amazing" he told her reverently.

In response she met her lips to his, kissing him deeply and spreading her knees under him in silent invitation. He felt his tip press against her opening, and her hips surged forward, drawing him in. Reveling in the exquisite sensation of sliding into her heat, he sank himself fully into her moist welcome. She arched her back and sigh in response, which presented her breasts invitingly forward. He leaned in and took a taut nipple between his lips, sliding himself in and out as he did so. She moaned in response, her hair thrashing against the pillow, and began meeting his thrusts. Her knees slid up his back and her ankles locked behind his ankles, pulling him closer. Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders to clutch at his back as they pulsed together, the rhythm increasing with their ragged breathing. He reared up slightly, putting his arms under her thighs and supporting himself on the bad, increasing the angle of his thrusts. Her cries increased as their flesh met, parted, met again. He felt the tension building uncontrollably as she thrashed against his body. Her body suddenly tensed against him, her hands letting go to grab the sheets and she gave a long, shuddering moan. He gave a final thrust, and let himself go, pouring his release into her in endless waves. He collapsed against her, careful not to put too much weight on now limp form. She gave him a dazed smile.

A few minutes later, they rolled to one side of the bed, still linked. She rested her leg on his thigh and curled into his arms, drifting off to sleep in the now quiet room. He stared down at her, watching her profile, feeling like he could stare at her forever. If only they had the time...

Hours later, he leaned over and kissed her the bare flesh of her shoulder. She stirred slightly.

"Happy anniversary" he whispered into her ear.

"Hmmmm?" she muffled into the pillow.

He let his hand slide down the small of her back, and patted her lightly on the ass. "Come on sweetheart, the babysitter's got to get home in an hour."