So, the only part of this story that is true is about the lady bus driver and our smiling and waving at each other. And the kid running across the street to the bus...but not falling. We just smiled and waved at each other for two or three years, actually. I have another chapter ready for a re-write before uploading.
On my regular, morning routine drive to work, I seem to be a school bus magnet. If there is a kid to be picked up, I'll be there at just the right up time. There is one bus I seem to get stopped by almost everyday. I always got a wave from that bus driver I guess because I'm courteous and always stop with plenty of room for the kids to get to the bus safely. The waving driver, recognizing my car and me I suppose, started waving as we just pass each other, not just at a pick up spot. She seemed quite nice, always smiling at me while waving. Cute lady, about 35, nice hair, cool sunglasses. I liked our very limited relationship.
One spring day in a light rain I got caught again at one of her normal stops, a ranch with a short driveway and one student to pick up.
The boy, about 11 I'd say, ran out into the street after she'd motioned to him that all traffic had stopped and it was safe. And then he slipped and went down hard. I jumped out my car and saw her telling all the kids on the bus to remain seated as I ran to the boy. We got to him about the same time. He was laughing and crying, looking a bit shook up, a little damp but not really hurt. We got him up and the bus driver walked him to his house. I told the kids on the bus that their schoolmate was fine and to sit down, everything was going to be fine.
I became a traffic cop for about five minutes as there was a good backup on both sides of the road. The driver and the boy came back to the bus, I handed her my business card and said we'd better clear out the traffic jam.
Her name was Donna and she thanked me 15 times in 15 seconds. I told her to get in touch if she needed a statement. She was shorter and rounder than I envisioned but what a beautiful smile and fantastic blue eyes. And off we both went about our days.
As much as I wanted to see her bus the next day, I did not. I did see the boy waiting for her and pulled over to see if he was okay. He said he was fine, just kind of embarrassed. We bumped fists and I drove to work.
Donna left me a voicemail thanking me again several times and asking for a statement, if I didn't mind. She left me her cell number and an email of her supervisor. I quickly composed a statement about the incident and hit the send button.
Two days later I got another thank you filled voicemail from Donna. I responded with a text saying that it was no problem and that it was nice to finally meet her even though it was an unfortunate event.
Well, we started texting and I started throwing compliments at her, which she liked.....a lot. In time I turned the heat up quite a bit and she, very haltingly, told me she had a long-time fantasy of having sex on her bus. Donna said her husband had no interest in fulfilling that fantasy. I, of course, said that fantasy sounded wild and wonderful.
Sounding a bit like a very organized teacher Donna gave me a few instructions. I would have to wear a condom, she insisted. I would be sitting in the driver's seat and she would join me, unless her courage level tanked. In this area, a number of bus drivers take their buses home if they have a place to park them and their route is closer to their home than the school. She had both so the arrangement saved the school district money and the driver time. The mini farm she and her hubby lived on had a lane so that our rendezvous, if it were to happen, would be private.
The day finally arrived, I was in place working my cock waiting and trying to not be nervous. She came out the back door wearing a nice top and flowing skirt. Without a word she walked up the steps onto the bus, pulled up her skirt and sat on my cock. Her pussy was 100% soaking wet. I grabbed her tits and let her bounce up and down on me for a while and, after several minutes, she had a nice strong orgasm. She seemed to be trying to hold back a second one but I told her to squeeze my cock with her pussy and push down hard on my cock. That second stronger orgasm arrived. Then a more vocal third followed and it was really nice hearing her voice echo throughout the empty bus.
