Bus Stop Tale

Bus stop tale.

Authors note.

All characters are of legal age.

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I know this sounds like the start of a bad joke from the 1970's but I met a girl at a bus stop.

We chatted as we waited for the bus to arrive and sat next to each other on the bus. She was gorgeous, long red hair, pale skin, a stunning figure and within moments I had fallen head over heels for her.

Her name was Diane and she asked me if we could meet again, I of course said yes, and we exchanged phone numbers.

We began meeting regularly always going for walks, we walked miles holding hands, whenever I put my arm around her she had a lovely habit of pushing her hand into the back pocket of my jeans, which I found a turn on. She would always dress smartly in skirts and dresses that accentuated her figure. Whenever she wore jeans, I would slip my hand into her back pocket.

"That feels so naughty, James." She whispered to me one day.

It then became my goal to squeeze her ass as often as I could. When we could not be together, we were always chatting on WhatsApp.

Our relationship moved on slowly over many weeks to heavy petting, we would find secluded spots and let our hands wander. The first time we had a chance at anything more was in my bedroom at my parent's house one weekend. Things started slowly with lots of kissing. She then lifted my tee shirt over my head before moving on to my jeans, I stopped her.

"Are you sure you want to do this, I don't normally wear underwear?"

"Oh. Well why don't you get under your duvet and strip?" She looked extremely nervous.

I did as she suggested and took off my jeans, not any easy task with an erect penis. She then drew the curtains, walked over to the light switch, and plunged the room into semi darkness. I watched as she walked over to the bed and began removing clothes then climbed into the bed. I felt her move again as she turned on my bedside lamp.

"I don't have a very nice body and feel embarrassed about it." She said.

"Di you have a fantastic body." She put two fingers to my lips.

"Shhhh" she whispered.

As she moved, I caught a glimpse of her white bra and turned towards her.

"No, stay as you are, please let me do this" she firmly pushed me down on to my back "that's if I can. I want to make love to you James, oh god I so want to make love to you but it's the wrong time, if you know what I mean?"

I nodded and she slid alongside me, kissed me and I watched as she I slid herself on top of me.

"Is this ok?" She asked.

"More than okay, are you alright?"

"Oh yes" by now she was straddling my hips "You feel so big and hard!" She whispered smiling at me.

"It's all because of you." I pushed my hips up a little.

"Mmmm" she jiggled her hips a little "I wish there weren't so much between us." She whispered.

I put my hands on her ass and pulled her tightly against my hard cock. The feeling of her soft knickers against it made me push up again. I slid my hands under the elastic waistband and on to her warm, soft ass cheeks before pushing her against my cock again.

"I've never done anything like this before." She confessed.

"Neither have I." I replied

She bent and kissed me.

"Now don't move."

Di started to grind against my cock. As she settled into a rhythm, I pulled my right hand out of her panties and started to run my fingers along her back stopping at her bra strap before slowly sliding back down. She was steadily grinding down against my rock-hard cock then began to speed up. My hands reached her bra for the second time and I could not resist undoing it.

"Naughty!" She whispered.

She let her bra slide down her arms until it rested on my chest.

"Oh my god!" I whispered.

As I spoke, she froze. Her breasts were fantastic. Her pale skin seemed to glow, her right breast was larger than her left, even the nipple was larger.

Both nipples were pink and hard, and I so wanted to suck them.

"I knew you'd hate them." She said jumping off me and the bed.

"I didn't say that!" I swung my legs off the bed.

Diane was grabbing her clothes.

"Di please stop" I grabbed her arm "I don't hate your boobs, I think they are fantastic!"

She stopped and looked at me. The light reflected off the tears on her face.

"You're only saying that because they are odd!" She mumbled.

"Why on earth would I say that?" I asked her.

"I don't know!" She replied looking confused.

"Diane listen to me, I don't hate your boob, I love them. I know there are guys out there that love big boobs and guys that love little boobs. I don't care what size they are" I reached over and wiped some of her tears away "it's not the size, shape or colour that counts to me, it's who's they are and as far as I am concerned you are beautiful and absolutely perfect."

She looked down at her boobs.

"I hate them, always have, ever since they started to grow." She said quietly.

"I love them, they are perfect" She looked up at me "I hate my penis, the head is too long in fact the whole sodding thing is too big, fat and ugly!"

She suddenly realised that I was naked and looked down at my cock.

"Oh!" she looked a little surprised "Wow!.....I have only ever seen photos and my little brother Tony's" she stepped back and looked at me "it's nice, well it's not nice it's great, well I mean it" she seemed to be stumbling over her words "it's beautiful." She finished softly.

As she stood back, I let my eyes drink in the sight of her. Long red hair framing her thin face, in the light her pale skin seemed to glow which accentuated her pink nipples. She would have looked perfect but for her knickers which were large and plain passion killers.

"Listen, I'll make a deal with you, if you don't complain about your gorgeous boobs I won't complain about that ugly thing" I pointed down to my rapidly shrinking cock" ok?"

Di looked down at my cock again.

"It's not ugly!" She exclaimed.

"Is that a deal?" I asked her.

"Okay" She put her arms around me, and I pulled her close savouring the feeling of her cool breasts pressing into me "I'm sorry James but I have gone off what we were doing."

"That's okay sweetheart, let's get dressed." I replied.

I sat on the bed to put my jeans back on pausing to watch her get dressed. It may sound strange but watching her was a turn on. She put her bra on the wrong way around, did the clasp up in front of herself and spun it the right way round before slipping the cups over her tits and her arms through the straps, every now and then she would flick her hair back. She looked up to see me smiling.

"What?" She asked.

"I'm admiring the view." I replied.

She faced me.

"I see what you mean, the view from here is great, I can't wait for the next time."

"You have a open ticket to a private viewing any time you want." I said.

"I hope so and it better not be a one-off ticket!" She smiled at me.

We finished dressing and went for a walk. I wanted to be alone with her, to finish what we started but I realised that was not going to happen.

"Do you really think I have great...." Di asked me leaving out the all-important word.

"Great as in the single or plural?" I replied.

"You know what I mean." She squeezed my arm.

"You have a great body and as for your boobs, I love them and I'm missing them already!" I gripped her ass cheek from inside her pocket.

She did not reply to that. As we got close to her home we stopped.

"I hope you mean what you say."

"I do, I really do mean it." I kissed her and we parted.

I was desperate to get home and relieve my aching dick. The only problem I had was by the time I got home my parents were there.

"Oh well tonight in bed would be the best time." I thought to myself.

The evening dragged and at 10pm I made my way to bed. I was a little worried that Di had not rung or texted. I stripped off and got in bed with my phone in hand ready to look at some porn when WhatsApp pinged.

"R u there?" Di sent.

"I am now." I replied.

There was a slight pause.

"Video call me."

I made the call and after a few seconds Di appeared on the screen, she was in her bed with the quilt up to her neck.

"I want to see you." She whispered.

"Wait" I replied and plugged in my ear buds.

"When, tomorrow?" I whispered back.

"No now!"

"Where?" I asked.

"Sometimes you can be so slow, as you are!" She hissed.

"Oh!" I giggled

I gently pulled down the quilt to the top of my stomach.

"Tease" She started to pull her quilt down exposing most of her tits. "You like?"

The top of her left nipple was exposed.

"I don't like, I absolutely love." I replied.

She giggled girlishly before exposing her left breast.

"I'm only showing you my top half, I don't want you to see me during my period."

I lowered my quilt as far as I could just showing all my stomach.

"Aren't you going lower.?" She asked.

"Hang on." I switched camera so I was showing the view along my body and as I fully exposed myself she sucked in her breath.

"James! How can you call that ugly?" She whispered.

"I don't anymore thanks to you." I replied.

"Good. I. Have to admit that it looks so much better in the flesh" she pulled the quilt all the way down "here you go."

"Wow!" I whispered.

Her pale skin, red hair and pink nipples sent a surge through me.

"I wish I was there!" I whispered.

"I wish you were here as well." She replied.

She suddenly looked up and pulled her quilt up. The screen went dark, but I could hear a muffled conversation.

"I'm just listening to music mum!"

She then cut off the connection. I waited just in case she came back on until I got a text.

"My mum came in. See more of u soon xx."

Disappointed I settled down to sleep.

This began to be a regular pattern for the next couple of weeks. After I finished work I would get a text from Di telling me she could not met that evening, always giving me different excuses but mostly due to exam work. It was becoming frustrating, the weekend especially, seeing her on screen but unable to touch her was maddening.

Towards the end of the third week I received a long email from Diane ending our relationship because her mother wanted her to finish college and become a teacher. It left me feeling empty and angry. I gathered the few gifts Diane had given me and that Saturday morning I went to her home. I rang the doorbell and her mother answered.

"Yes?"

"Would you give these to Diane please, if she is going to end our relationship could you tell her I want no reminders of her." I handed her the carrier bag.

"I knew it! I want you to stay away from my daughter......"

"Oh don't worry she's told me what you want but have you asked Diane what she wants to do with her life or isn't she allowed to have a mind of her own or any sort of happiness?" I interrupted her before walking away.

She shouted some obscenities at me which I ignored, it was obvious that she was a domineering, controlling bitch and equally obvious that Diane could not do a thing without mummy knowing every little thing.

That was the end of that I thought.

When I got home I blocked Di's telephone number and fell into misery. For the next 4 weeks I stumbled through life hoping things would improve but life thought otherwise.

I enjoyed my job as a delivery driver and had asked for longer distance drives and I was told it would be considered. However one afternoon the workforce was called into the staff canteen where we were told that due to this downturn and that increase blah, blah, blah we were all getting laid off effective immediately but would be paid for a lay off period and receive full redundancy pay.

The strangest part was leaving the company van behind. I suddenly realised I now had to use public transport to get home for the first time in months.

I had never felt so depressed, empty, and lonely.

At home I explained things to my parents who were understanding and I told them that I would start job hunting the next day.

Early the following morning I set off for the job centre to book an appointment and began looking at the job cards that were on display.

"Hello James." I spun around to face Di.

"Hi." I was a little shocked to see her there.

"Ermm, can we talk?"

My emotions exploded in conflict, angry, happy, depressed but mostly pissed off that she was seeing me looking for a job.

"Why do you want to talk?"

"Well..." she looked around "I erm."

"It was made clear to me what was wanted and it wasn't me." I made to push past and leave the building but she grabbed my arm.

"Please James, wait!"

"Why?" I was angry again.

"I need to explain!"

I looked around and noticed that people were watching us intently.

"Not here" I started to walk towards the exit "what are you doing here anyway?"

We left and walked to some benches in a small park. It was the first chance I had to look at her, she looked haggard, dark circles around her eyes which were dull and bloodshot as if she had not slept for days. She explained why she had ended the relationship, it was because her mother had forced her. Diane had missed out on her teacher training course because two of her exam grades were not good enough and since then her mother had since made her life a living hell.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I replied.

"Why were you in there?" She kept moving her hands restlessly on her lap.

I explained the situation and she looked genuinely upset.

"So, in all I have had a wonderful few week, getting dumped is becoming my new hobby, it's probably the only thing I'm good at!" I said vehemently.

She grabbed my hands.

"Please don't say that" she squeezed my hands "Oh God I'm so sorry, I didn't want to stop seeing you, I cried for two days." I tried my best to disbelieve her but found I could not "I hate myself and I wish I could make it up to you but obviously it's far too late for that."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was gripping my hands tightly.

"I honestly thought we had something special Diane, I wanted to plan a future with you, spend my life with you." I pulled my hands away.

I was torn, I wanted to walk away from her, away from the pain of seeing her again, but she sobbed loudly before I could move. Her whole body jerked when she did. I reached out and brushed away some of her tears then I lifted her face to look at her. She looked thoroughly miserable.

"I'm so sorry James" she managed between sobs "I didn't want to hurt you, I love you so much and I have ruined everything!"

Before I could reply she stood and ran away through the park, I was so surprised that all I could do was sit and watch her go. My mind was still in turmoil as I tried to sort my emotions, the words "I love you so much" were ringing in my ears.

I suddenly realised that I had been sitting on the bench for over an hour after she had left. I decided to go back to the job centre. Finding 3 jobs I applied for all of them and was told that they would be in touch. My mind was elsewhere and before I knew it, I was back home and making myself some lunch. As I finished the doorbell rang, it was Diane.

"Wha....." was all I said before her arms were around me.

"I'm so sorry, I love you so much I can't go on like this!" Diane said.

I hugged her close and she began sobbing, the feeling of her pressed against me melted all the feelings of anger and rejection away. I pulled her gently into the house.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you." I said softly.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, all of this is my fault " Di looked up at me "I should have listened to myself and not my mother."

"It's ok now." I kissed her gently.

"No, it's not okay, I hurt you and hate myself for doing so" she tried to pull away from me but I held on to her "my mother is never going to let us be together!"

"We will find a way to be together, I know we will" I looked at her "I love you." I released her and was about to walk into the lounge.

"James, I am so tired all I want to do is fall asleep with you holding me" she glanced at the stairs "please?"

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. After closing the curtains and pulling the duvet down I turned around to see Diane undressing. She had pulled her jeans off and moved to the bed. It felt as if my breath had been knocked out of me. I tried my best not to hurry, knowing Di was watching. I was wearing briefs that day and as I pulled my jeans down, they came away with them, so I began to pull them back up.

"Please leave them off." She asked in a quiet voice.

I walked towards the bed and lay next to her.

"Get comfortable, let me hold you so you can sleep." I whispered.

"Did you say you love?" She asked.

"I did and I do." She kissed her gently.

She turned over and soon we were spooning, she pushed her ass against me, and I buried my face in her hair.

"Thank you" She mumbled "I'm sorry."

She fell asleep in seconds. I had hopes of sex, but I realised that pressing my hard cock against her warm pantie clad ass was all I was going to get. I woke up when the sound of the front door closing announced that my parents were home, Diane had not moved and was still deeply asleep. Moving carefully and slowly I got out of bed, dressed, and went to tell them what was going on.

"It's your decision James, but her mother will never let her be free, she will never let the girl have her own life." My mother said a hint of anger in her voice.

"She has dumped you once and she will do it again, leave well alone son" both my mother and I looked at my dad "not what you want to hear, but it will happen!"

The conversation went back and forth, my mother trying to be encouraging and my father discouraging. This went on for nearly an hour before my mother told us she was going to start cooking dinner.

"If Diane is awake see if she wants to eat with us." She left for the kitchen.

I did not want to listen to my father offering me any more negative advice, so I went back to my room. I entered quietly and was struck by the strange thought that there was a woman asleep in my bed. I stood watching Diane for a while before I approached the bed. As I did Di began to wake up.

"Hi, how do you feel?" I knelt by the bed.

"Better for seeing you" We kissed briefly. "When did you get out of bed?"

I told her and we chatted for a while, filling in the gap in our lives before I told her about my mums offer, Diane asked if she could eat in my room. Later after we had eaten and she had dressed I asked if she would like to go for a drink and she accepted. We walked to the quietest pub I knew. Diane was drinking pineapple juice. After she had drunk a couple, I slipped a vodka into the next two of her drinks which she did not seem to notice and soon she became a completely different person, flirty and dirty!

As we walked towards her home, I suggested we run away so that we could be together and she agreed. The only place that I could take her to was my sisters who lived in a small town over 70 miles away, later that night we boarded the last train there.

As we sat on the train, she kept telling me she loved me, would always love me, and could not wait to get me alone. I thought that I had overdone the Vodka. When we arrived at our destination it was a short walk from the station to my sister's house.

My sister Jane, I know our parents were not very imaginative with names, lived alone with her two children, Adrian and Marie, her husband Neil had left her a couple of years before. I felt guilty knocking the door so late, but Jane answered and greeted us warmly letting us in. I explained to her what had happened and why we were there.