On the way back home after my seedy encounter with Barry, something happened to me.
Something that I managed to surprise myself with.
It was unusual, spontaneous....and very exciting.
Not something I'm proud of, but ultimately proved to be a source of great fascination and excitement for both John and Dave...who still talk about it fondly between themselves even to this day.
I personally don't see the big deal, I've done much more risqué things since.
I just laugh it off...."Oh yeah?...your still going on about that!... really?"
Is my response to their crude comments and jokes.
I suppose deep down I'm embarrassed, well, part of me is anyway.
The other part is proud of the effect I have on them.
When I left beaulah I decided to take the bus home, weather was atrocious by that time.
It was late, something to seven as I recall.
After a long intense oral session with Sammy followed by an equally intense tussle with Barry, I had missed my regular bus.
So I had to wait half hour to get the next.
But, I had a bigger problem.
An itch that was driving me to distraction, an all consuming urge that flooded my mind.
What Barry had done to me laid heavy upon my libido. That dirty, disgusting pervert had lit a fire within my dark inner self that only one thing could quell.
I had to...touch myself.
But how? In a bus station?
Feeling desperate, I tried the ladies room. No way! Filthy and busy, no chance I was doing it in there.
But the itch grew, I could feel the moist heat between my legs...crying out for some attention.
It wouldn't take much...
What could I do?
The answer arrived 5 minutes late..... Courtesy of Arriva yorkshire, my salvation.
The driver, who didn't look old enough to wipe his own nose never mind drive a double decker bus, was very jovial....clearly new to bus driving....and casually oblivious to the sudden idea which now gripped me.
Having caught this bus before at this time I knew the top deck was usually either empty or very quiet.
I paid and with my inner desires coming to the boil headed upstairs where I hoped I would be alone.
The top deck was empty save for an old couple sat right at the front, staring through a dirty, steamed up window.
They'd wiped a small area of condensation away to see out.
This reassured me, as when I looked around, all the other windows were fogged up.
There must have been quite a crowd on before.
Which of course meant, nobody on the outside would be able to see.....me.
I had some degree of privacy.
Quickly seating myself near the back I wasted no time, in doing what needed to be done.
My heart pounded, hands trembling with excitement and apprehension....what if someone saw me?
Quickly unfastening just the bottom half of my long coat, I proceeded to slide my right hand up the short dress..... opening my legs....touching my sweet spot through the flimsy knickers...
Working it up while keeping watch, making sure nobody else came up to the top deck, and the old couple weren't looking.
Then, when at the precipice....I closed my eyes and imagined him.... Barry....leering over me...on top of me....doing it.
I'm somehow able to keep my mouth closed as a strong one sweeps through me....breathing quickly through my nose.....half conscious still, of my surroundings.
Sure the old couple would hear my desperate breaths but no, the bus engine was just too loud.
My legs trembled as its grip left me....dizzy.
I'd gushed a little but it didn't matter, the winter coat would cover everything up....and it felt... so good.
So....fucking good.
Really quite liberating, doing it on a bus....ladies?....I urge you try it.
If you haven't already.
Anyway, when I got back home John was waiting for me.
Both our boys were at home, Chris upstairs in his room and Steve on the family desktop in the living room doing homework.
So, we were unable to talk properly at first anyway.
As I breezed past John in the hallway I gave him a secret look which he's seen many times before....and knows what it means.
I've got something exciting to tell him besides the usual.
John catches my look and returns one of his own with raised eyebrows.
I announce I'm going for a shower and with my big coat still on, make for upstairs.
With my husband following.
Chris's bedroom door is closed so he doesn't see his mum and dad go into the bathroom together.
John bolts the door, and then I begin telling him about my fun afternoon.
He loves this part, hearing all about....my day.
But this time I have a special surprise for him.
I talk in hushed tones while undressing, my husbands growing trouser bulge not escaping my attention as I slowly become naked.
He reacts with excited surprise at the news that I'd let Barry do a lot more than just expose himself to me....showing him the still wet stain he left on my naughty nurse dress....as proof... of my twisted depravity.
John, although very excited at what I'd done, did express concern for my safety.
He knew of Barry's reputation as a pervert, his obsession with women, and it worried him.
I laid my husband's fears to rest however, at least temporarily, with my next act.
Oral sex is perhaps, the finest of distractions, don't you agree?
So, I sat on the edge of the bath, grasped him by the belt and pulled him to me.
All the time looking up into his eyes and telling him not to worry, I had Barry eating out of my hand, I was in no danger.
I undied, unzipped and pulled down garments until at last it sprung forth before me looking so....stiff....so ready.
My poor hubby had been plagued all that day by erotic thoughts and mental imagery of me with my boyfriend.
He once described his time at work doing mundane ordinary things while a hidden part of him wallowed in the knowledge of my 'affair'....as the most exquisite, erotic....torture.
Knowing what I'm doing but not being able to see or take part....that... was part of the fun.
And now here I was at last, for him to use.
And he did.
John came quickly, just a few moments of my talentented tongue and it was over.
For him for now. There was much more to come that night, once the boys were fast asleep.
After I'd sucked him I jumped in the shower, got it nice and hot, then washed off the rigours of the day.
My mind wandering....
I hadn't told John the truth about Barry because I knew how he'd react.
If he knew Barry had treated me roughly, that would have been an end to it.
