Chapter One: New York City to Albany.
The Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City, circa 1971, was a very cold and sinister place to hang around, and I made it a point to spend as little time as possible there while waiting for my bus.
I was 18 years old and alone, and while I had grown familiar enough with the city to navigate to and from my Aunt Elle's home in Queens, once I entered that dank and dismal bus terminal, I kept to myself as much as possible, and held onto my gym bag very tightly.
Then as now, I was not exactly an imposing physical specimen. At 5'7" and barely 120 pounds, I always considered myself an easy mark for any and all predators. With my light brown hair left fashionably long, it was not unusual to get grief from many different angles, and given my boyish, Bobby Sherman-ish looks, going to the men's room in such a place was a real adventure.
So when this woman sat next to me and struck up a conversation, it was a welcome diversion for me as we passed time. Waiting for the same bus gave us something in common, even if nothing else about us did.
I was 18, and I figured her to be near 50, even if she was nicely preserved. We were about the same height and probably the same weight as well. She lived in a suburb of Albany just as I did, although her home was on the other side of the city.
Meg was her name, as I soon found out, and she was a widow who had a son just about my age who was off to college.
"My son is a handsome young man, too. All the girls are wild about him, and I'll bet you have them lined up after you too, don't you Kenny?"
Actually, I had been doing rather well in that department, but I wasn't much on talking about it then, figuring that discretion would serve me better than broadcasting my exploits.
"Oh, I don't know about that," I said shyly.
"Me sitting here with you is probably scaring most of the young ladies away," Meg chuckled. "They probably think that I'm your Grandma or something, or else they would be all over you."
"I don't think so," I laughed, and I was dressed rather shabbily to be attracting girls. Clad in a purple tie-dyed t-shirt and baggy shorts and sandals, I looked like just about every teen-aged boy of the era.
Meg, on the other hand, was dressed rather nicely in a bright pink pantsuit. Her hair was a brilliant silver that looked dazzling on her, and she obviously took a great deal of pride in her appearance. She seemed rather fit too, and I was left to ponder what she had been like back when she was my age.
Hell, I thought to myself, even today she certainly wouldn't have been someone I would have thrown out of bed. I attributed part of my appraisal to the fact that I had spent a couple of days with my Aunt Elle and Uncle Tom, away from any temptations of the flesh. That was way too long at time for me at 18, as my hormones were raging at full speed 24/7.
The 7 p.m. bus to Albany was now loading, or at least that was what we thought the garbled public address system seemed to indicate, so we went out to board with the handful of others going upstate. Meg had a suitcase she was rolling behind her, and since I only had my little overnight bag, I boarded the bus while Meg had her luggage placed in the storage area below.
I headed toward the back of the bus, happy to see that since there were so few passengers, it was unlikely that I would be stuck sharing a seat with someone. Throwing my bag up in the overhead, I settled into my window seat and tried to make myself as comfortable as I could for the almost three hour trip.
"Kenny?" asked a soft voice, breaking me out of the daze I had been in as a watched the hustle and bustle of people heading to and from buses. "Would you mind terribly much if I sat with you?"
"Oh, no - of course not," I replied, looking up at my new friend Meg, who was standing in the aisle looking down at me hopefully. I slid over to give her room as she eased in next to me.
"You never know who you'll get stuck sitting next to," Meg said, and I had to agree with that, having had a couple of unpleasant seat partners in the past.
Besides, she was a nice lady and certainly didn't take up much space. Smelled nice too, I noted as her delicate scent filled my nose once again.
We talked for a few minutes, and then as the interior lights of the bus went off and we started moving through the city, we grew silent and I let myself begin to drift off to the rhythm of the tires on the road.
A few miles into the trip, Meg squirmed a bit to make herself more comfortable, kicking up that nice aroma again, and shortly there after I felt her head ease down on to my shoulder. It felt so warm and soothing that I let the woman use me as a pillow for the time being, and soon nodded off myself.
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Chapter Two: ALBANY 120
I came out of my nap just as the bus flew by that milepost on the Thruway. What had roused me out of my sleep was Meg. The lady had burrowed her face onto my shoulder and was now facing me. In her sleep, her hand had come to land on my bare knee.
I was tempted to wake Meg up, or move around so that she would become aware of how she had come to be climbing over me, in a way, but I didn't want to embarrass her. Besides, it felt nice to have this little bit of affection, even if it was accidental.
Those mileage signs were posted every ten miles, but I hadn't fallen back asleep and we hadn't reached the ALBANY 110 milestone yet when I felt it. Meg's hand. Moving. Almost imperceptibly, but moving nonetheless.
The woman's hand began sliding ever so slowly up from my kneecap, and as it did I felt my breathing grow louder and more rapid. In response, Meg seemed to sense that I was no longer napping, and wiggled closer to me.
As her fingers traveled up my hairless thigh, goose bumps formed in their wake, and when her hand reached the hem of my shorts, she slowly retraced the path as had just made, this time with her fingernails.
I involuntarily gasped as the woman's hand went back up and down again, and I was glad that I wasn't wearing underwear beneath my shorts because it was getting plenty crowded down there as it was.
The next time the woman's hand went up my thigh, it didn't stop where my shorts started. Instead, she ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, and she seemed shocked when she found the tip of my now erect cock almost right away. We both gasped as she ran her hand along the bulge from the tip all the way down to the base.
"I can't believe that's all you, Kenny" Meg murmured as she continued to stroke my cock through the fabric.
I groaned and moved around in my chair to allow the woman to get a better handle on things, finding this much more enjoyable than a nap or surveying the darkness outside the windows. Doing a quick survey of the nearby area, I remembered there was a man sitting across the aisle and a row behind us, but he was snoring lightly. No one directly in front of us either, but a couple of people were a row further up. All this made the act even more exciting to me.
"Oh," I moaned softly, wanting to let Meg know that I was enjoying what she was doing.
"You like what I'm doing to you, honey?" she whispered, her spearmint breath hot in my ear.
"Yes," I answered in a ragged voice.
"Don't be scared, Kenny," Meg said, apparently mistaking my shaky voice for nerves. "Can't believe how big you are - you're huge!"
If you've read any of my other stories, you're familiar with my rather unique endowment. Meg wasn't exactly accurate in her description - my penis is not huge. It's long. Exceptionally long. It's also incredibly thin. Suffice to say that if it were half as long and twice as thick, it would be pretty average. While there were times when I did wish it were so, I imagine it wouldn't have gotten nearly as much use that way either.
"Feels nice," I said finally, certainly not going to argue the point with the woman, who seemed to be enjoying what she was doing as much as I was.
"Lift yourself up, Kenny."
I raised my hips as she asked, and she tugged my shorts down far enough to free my cock. After the elastic waistband passed mt member, it sprang back and slapped against my stomach, leaving me very exposed in the darkness.
