Bus Ride
I hadn't taken the bus to work in a long while, but my car was in the shop, so ...
One of the things I miss about taking the bus is, I like to read. Lots of people get motion sick when reading in a car, or on the bus. I don't.
So, I was sitting in a window seat reading, when a pretty young woman - maybe early to mid twenties and half my age - sat next to me as the bus pulled away from the bus stop.
"Hi," she said.
"Hello," I replied, to be polite, but annoyed that she was interrupting my story.
"Whatcha reading?"
"Short stories," I replied, really wanting to get back to them.
"Oh, what sort?"
"Erotic." I said, hoping my abruptness would silence her, so I could read.
"Oh my," she said. "What's it about?"
I sighed.
"It's about two women who meet, fall in love, and pleasure each other by licking each other between their legs," I said. There, that should do it, I thought, fully expecting she'd be put off and leave me alone.
"Oh my, indeed. That sounds exciting."
"It is," I said.
"Have you ... ahh ... ever done that with a girl?" She asked, sounding a bit nervous.
"Well, to be honest, no. But, I've always harboured a secret fantasy about making love with another woman, if you must know," I rather bluntly informed her.
"Oh my," She whispered. "Me, too."
At that, I turned slightly, and took her in, having not paid too much attention to her when she first sat down next to me. She was very pretty. Dirty blond hair, albeit, somewhat unkempt. A nice figure, but then, twenty-somethings often have good figures - with no working out and sweating at the gym for them, unlike me. She wore the ubiquitous tank top almost obligatory in southern Texas during the warmer months. Hers was low cut; a v-neck showing lots of cleavage, of which she had plenty. And she wore a short mini skirt, pretty much the same as mine, only a different color.
"I'm Joan," I said, extending my hand.
"Margaret," she said, taking it and giving me a delicate little shake. Her fingers were slim, her nails a pale pink.
"Pleased to meet you Margaret. So ... have you?" I asked.
"What?"
"Made love with a girl?"
"Oh, that ..." she kind of stammered. "No, truth be told, but... I think I'm a lesbian."
"Oh my," I said, stealing her line. Her face was turning bright red. "How does one determine if she's a lesbian, or not?"
"I'm not sure ... ahh ... maybe like this," she said as she leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft gentle kiss, but it sent my heart racing.
"Oh my," I repeated.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, please forgive ..."
Before she could finish her sentence, I placed my hand on her cheek and pulled her closer and kissed her back. This time, with a lot more passion. Well, at least as much passion as two virtual strangers can share on a municipal bus.
"Oh my god," she said, breathlessly. "I think I'm sure now."
"What?"
"About being a lesbian," she declared. "Do you ride this bus often? I'd like to see you again."
"No ... ahh ... but I will from now on ... if you do."
"Yes, to classes. Every day except Friday. In fact, this is my stop. I've got to go ... I really hope I can see you again," she said as she got up and slung her back pack over her shoulder.
"Me too," I called out to her receding figure as she moved down the aisle toward the exit.
My heart was still racing and I realized my panties were soaked. Oh my god, I thought. What would my husband think, or my kids? But, at that moment, I resolved to do my bit to help save the environment, or curb global warming, or whatever, and take the bus more often. At least, Monday through Thursday.
The next morning, I was on the same bus; my book sitting on the seat next to me to hopefully save a spot for Margaret. I had to tell a couple of miffed people that I had a friend joining me at the next stop, though I didn't really know at which stop she got on. I hadn't been paying attention the day before.
Margaret got on about five minutes later.
My face must have been beaming as I watched her coming down the aisle lugging her back pack.
"Oh Joan, there you are," she said as she plopped down next to me. She looked around, then leaned over and kissed me tenderly. My heart went into high gear once again. I moaned. I didn't want it to end, but given where we were, it had to be a fairly short kiss.
"Good morning, Margaret."
"Good morning Joan," she responded. "God, I was so hoping I'd see you again. I kept thinking about you all day, yesterday."
"Yeah, me too. Couldn't get you out of my head. Had trouble falling asleep, that is ... ahh ... until I got myself off in bed thinking about ... well ..."
"Oh my," she said, her face turned bright red, like the day before.
"I did the same thing last night, too. I'm so embarrassed ..." she confessed.
"I think we have a problem," I told her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you ..."
"I do, I want to be with you, but I'm married. I have two daughters." I said. "It would never work, you and me," I said, sadly.
"I don't care. I still want you. I don't know how this can be, but, I think I love you. I know it sounds crazy, but ..."
"I know, I feel the same," I confessed. "It's completely insane. We need to have some time together."
"I don't have classes on Friday."
"I can call in sick. Where shall we meet?"
We agreed on a coffee shop near her apartment. I was there fifteen minutes early, completely flustered with so many mixed feelings; excitement, fear (what if I got caught ... I'd never cheated on my husband before). And, lust ... the thought of being with Margaret turned me on so much that I even put extra clean panties in my purse. The ones I had put on before leaving home were already soaked.
I sipped my latte and waited. She arrived right on time.
We sat and talked in a booth near the back of the shop. We sat next to each other and held hands like school girls. Well, technically, she was one, even though it was college. We snuck kisses as frequently as we could without making a scene.
We got to know one another. She told me about her family, though sadly, both of her parents had passed away when she'd been in her teens and she'd lived a few years with an aunt that she didn't get along with. She had no siblings, so she was pretty much alone in the world.
I told her about my hubby and my kids. And about my parents, both of whom were still alive, just not still married.
"I think it's really good for the kids to have grandparents around. Just not at the same time," I chuckled. "That presents some challenging scheduling problems on holidays and birthdays. It would be so much easier if they didn't hate each other, now."
We decided to meet again, but after work for me - calling in sick every Friday wouldn't fly. Though we still saw each other briefly most mornings on the bus.
We started getting together Friday evenings. I told my hubby I was going out for drinks with some girlfriends at work. We'd have a light dinner and a glass of wine. After a couple weeks, I startled her with an admission.
"I want to make love to you," I finally told her.
"Oh my god, yes!" she exclaimed. "My apartment is a couple blocks from here."
We went to her place.
"Oh, your apartment is lovely," I told her as we entered.
"No, it's not ... it's a mess, but I don't care," she said, taking my hand and dragging me back to her bedroom.
We stood at the foot of the bed and just took each other in for a moment, before wrapping our arms around each other and kissing. Tenderly at first, but passion quickly built.
Soon, we were pulling each other's tops up over our heads, unhooking bra straps, kneeling and tugging skirts down to the carpet. Drenched panties slid to the floor and we were both naked.
"I've dreamed about this so long," I told her, as we knelt together on the carpet. Then I placed my lips on hers. I caressed her face as we kissed. She moaned.
My fingers wandered over her back and down to her firm ass cheeks. I squeezed them and she squealed.
Her hands cupped my breasts. Her mouth soon found a hard nipple and began sucking on it as her tongue flicked over it sending waves of heat to my tingling pussy. I moaned, too, even louder. My cunt was on fire.
I stood and pulled her onto the bed, then I knelt between her thighs and leaned in, taking in the heady aroma of her gorgeous vagina. My hands rested on the tops of her thighs, my fingers extending upward. I gently pulled her labia apart, exposing her cleft to my tongue.
My heart raced, my breath coming in gasps, electricity shot through me to my clit making me burn with lust for Margaret's sweet pussy.
My tongue started low, just above the pucker of her anus, and flicked and fluttered upward, tasting her sweet juices along the way. I heard her moaning, felt her body twisting and writhing with pleasure. I felt light headed from my own excitement and I quivered from the exhilaration of having sex with a woman for the first time.
My fingers exploded her slippery wet groove, then two fingers plunged inward. She yelled from the sudden invasion of her vagina.
"Oh god, Joan, fuck me baby," she pleaded.
My mouth engulfed her clitoris and my tongue flicked wildly over her engorged nub. I felt her hands on my head pulling me in as she ground her wet cunt on my eager mouth; my face glistening from her juices.
I had only ever imagined having sex with a woman, and never thought it could be so amazing! It rapidly got more so as I felt Margaret's body tense up. It was the beginning of an intense orgasm for her. Her body squeezed my fingers inside her pussy, pulsing and clenching on them over and over, as she thrashed about and squealed with immense pleasure.
