Remi stood in the corner of the bus shelter doing her best to hide from an intense summer squall. It in turn was doing its best to ruin the best efforts of her hairdresser's new style that had left her hair short and highlighted with silvery shades and pale golds. The rain had been unexpected and heavy and the increasing wind and distant sounds of thunder, laid down a clear enough warning that it was going to get worse before it got better.
Remi muttered to herself,
"So much for the bloody weather man's promises,"
She had left home that morning without a jacket or umbrella, trusting in the Met office belief that London's summer heat wave had at least a couple more days to run. She shuffled her feet and fidgeted in impatience. She's been waiting for twenty minutes already and the heavy traffic meant she was probably going to make her late in meeting Anna.
"Where's that bloody bus?"
She was becoming restless and annoyed that her best efforts at looking all fresh would be soon turned to 'drowned rat'. She kicked her foot against the side of the shelter, only to mark her pale lilac shoe with a dark and dirty line.
"Great. That's just about the icing on the cake now."
She cursed, looked up and then saw the bus turn a distant corner into the High Street and even from a distance she could make out that it was absolutely jammed packed. She wondered whether she would even be allowed to board. Through the traffic the bus crawled, until seemingly an age later it stopped at the shelter. Two dozen people spewed forth into the rain and the bustle of the busy shopping street, each in turn picking their own path through the gathered mass of those impatient to embark and reluctant to move in case they lost their place in the queue.
Remi managed to side-step the scrum and entered first. Quickly showing her pass to the driver she made a beeline for the single empty seat right over the rear axle of the double-decker bus. In a well practiced and graceful movement, she slid down sideways into the seat. She opened her small black shoulder bag and replaced the bus pass into a side zippered pocket and then, after clicking the bag shut, settled herself and looked out of the window at the bus queues and busy pavement. She turned her head to face forwards and then remembering her dirty shoe, she reached into her bag to retrieve a tissue to clean it. Fearing the rain had ruined her new look, she making a brief inspection of her new cut and much to her relief saw that the rain had done less damage to her hair than she had feared. She reached down to her shoe and after a few hard rubbing strokes managed to remove most of the greasy line from it. Remi settled back into the seat and then in an effort to make her self more comfortable, she resting her head on the glass and quietly drifted off with her thoughts.
Remi was both nervous and excited. The truth of it was the visit to the hair dresser had been little more than a time killing activity to while away a couple of hours before she met up with Anna. In the last few months meeting Anna had left Remi anxious with a feeling of butterflies in her stomach and a tingling sensation lower down.
Anna was her mum's friend from the time when they were both at college. She was about four years younger than her mum and they had shared interests and been part of big social group that had partied and had fun together. She had returned to their area two years ago and since being introduced, Anna and Remi had become close friends. The age difference had meant little to either of them and Remi loved Anna's company and spirit of adventure. Anna's eyes seemed to light up every time she saw Remi and they had recently spent a lot of time doing 'girly things' together. When work allowed, her mum would join them and the three of them got on very well. Remi enjoyed their times together and she could recall many a day of endless laughter and evenings when the three of them would be at their home drinking wine late into the evening, talking about all sorts, but more often than not, just laughing at some life story or silly event.
Remi had grown to love these home spent evening times together. Her relationship with her Spanish mum Marina was easy and relaxed. Anna's return to her mum's life had been a lovely addition for both her and Remi. Anna seemed so very comfortable around her mum and there was something about Anna that at first Remi had found curious, but of late had left her with feelings far deeper and more complex than Anna being 'just my mum's friend.'
Marina had noticed it to. One evening last winter, they had been at home together drinking wine watching a film together. Remi was curled up on the sofa behind Anna who was sitting with her back on the floor just in front of her. As the film progressed Remi became more and more aware of Anna's presence so close to her. Remi loved the smell of her soft perfume and as she lay on the arm of the sofa she could see down Anna's cleavage. That evening had become the start of Remi's almost obsession with Anna's breasts. At one point Anna had leaned slightly forwards and Remi had seen the top of her small pink nipples. That one look had set her heart thumping and had sent an instant signal of arousal to her pubic region. For the rest of the film she had tried to look again, desperate not to be noticed, but so aware of how much she wanted to catch a further glimpse of Anna's breasts. She was so aware of the ache between her legs and sensation of heat coming from her leggings.
Several times through the corner of her eye, Remi had seen her mum glancing at her and more so when Anna would laugh and lift her left hand up to touch Remi's arm. That evening in the living room Remi felt a huge tension within her. As the film's credits ran, Anna had twisted her head to turn and speak to Remi and at that moment she had seen her mum give her a deeper more intense, almost calculating look.
If Marina did ever wonder about her daughter's thoughts or feelings towards Anna, she never asked her directly but Remi guessed that her mum must have been wondering what her daughter was thinking. She had on occasion wondered if her mother thought she was a lesbian. Mind you, she had often wondered that her self, but it tended not to be women in general Remi thought about, it was just one particular woman. Remi constantly thought of Anna and at times she was like an incessant background hum of thought in her life.
That night, as with many nights before and after, Anna stayed over in the spare room, or as they all came to call it, Anna's room. Soon after the film ended Remi said good night and she kissed both her mum and Anna and went to her room. She closed the door and then, free from her clothes, her hands went straight to her dense thatch of thick pubic hair and she masturbated to an intense orgasm with thoughts of touching and sucking Anna's nipples. It was the first of many such occurrences and it wasn't long before Remi was imagining doing things with Anna far more kinky and far more involved than just sucking her nipples.
Remi was the kind of young woman it would be easy to look at and miss. She was just over five feet tall and her stature could best be described as boyish. She was average weight with a slight widening of her hips and completely flat chested. Remi would be the first to say that she had no boobs at all. As an early teen in school she had a hard time with the other girls and some of the boys had been really horrible to her, but Remi did not let it bother her too much. She had a pretty face, the pale brown eyes of her mother, 'Spanish looks' and a smile that was warm and generous.
Remi liked to dress in a certain way. She was certainly not the average 'teenage slob' and she preferred close fitting dresses with a low neck lines and slight heels. She adored the Audrey H look and she felt her most comfortable when she colour matched. Today's outfit was a pale lilac shortish dress with matching kitten heels and a spaghetti belt with matching bag. Her newly tinted hair gave her just that little bit of contrast and interest to the classic style, enough to show her as young and not some wannabe stylized thirty year old.
The hot and humid bus ride had made Remi feel sleepy. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Soon enough it had turned to thoughts of Anna. Anna, forty three, never married, broad hipped and narrow waisted, pale as porcelain with strawberry blond hair, fine lines around her eyes and breasts large and carried in bras that let them swing from side to side and shiver as she moved. Anna's breasts, Remi's mind could not get away from Anna's breasts.
Remi dreamed of Anna's breasts. Many times since that movie night last winter she had fantasised about holding and squeezing them and often she had masturbated herself into a hot and slippery frenzy at the thought of sucking her breasts hard until they were red raw and inflamed. Sometimes, at the moment of her orgasm she would call out Anna's name.
"Fuck me Anna, stick your fucking arm up me. Make me cum."
She wasn't so lady like at those moments.
Remi would rub her clitoris hard and almost rip at her thick pubic thatch and try and cram as many fingers deep into her pussy as she could. Sometimes afterwards, when she was soaking wet and utterly spent she would roll on to her side and slide two fingers deep into bottom. It was post orgasm when she loved most to dig into and stretch her rear end wide. It was her favorite erotic depravity and she loved it.
