Susie was the ideal tour director-always cheerful, always on top of things, and cute as a button. Slender with light brown frosted hair, I guessed she was in her early 50's. She was friendly, always with a hand on your arm as she talked to you, though not overtly flirty. She was the coordinator for our local bank's travel group, a group that catered primarily to seniors, though there was no age requirement. I retired a couple of years ago, at 55, and like to travel. Most of the time I prefer to go out on my own. I like to drive, long distances don't bother me, I can read a map, and I like the freedom to poke around in little towns and out of the way places on my own schedule. But there are also times when it's nice to let someone else do the thinking and planning, as well as the driving in congested places that are a pain in the ass to drive in. That was my thinking when a friend mentioned he and his wife were taking a trip to Key West sponsored by the local bank's senior group. He said the group was looking for a couple more folks to fill out the bus. I had never been to the Keys, so this was a good opportunity.
It was a rainy day in eastern Oklahoma when we boarded, with everyone dressed for the occasion. Susie was wearing jeans and a button down shirt with a windbreaker. She greeted me warmly as we boarded, then again as she was handing out the trip information packets. I introduced myself, and we chatted a moment, at which time I told her I had been an over the road truck driver, as well as a local bus driver in past years, and that if she needed any help with routing, or finding facilities along the way, I'd be happy to assist any way I could. She thanked me with a smile, moving on through the bus.
As it turned out, my help was needed on that first day in Memphis, when our driver missed the ramp for I 240, winding up on I 55 south. I could hear him talking with the other tour leader as they got off at Shelby Drive, uncertain of how he would get back on route. I was sitting toward the front, and walked forward to assist. I soon had us headed east toward our destination of for the evening of Tupelo. The driver and tour leader commented on my knowledge of the specifics of the area, thanking me profusely. When I got back to my seat, Susie, who had been sitting behind me, asked what was going on. I explained, and she, too thanked me, saying she was glad I was there, and that having someone with road experience to work through situations like that was a real help toward making the trip run smoothly. She seemed genuinely appreciative, her blue eyes sparkling as we talked. She mentioned that her husband had driven over the road for several years, and we talked about the trucking industry for a few minutes.
Husband. I guess this isn't going anywhere. Still, the incident raised my standing with Susie so that I was now someone with something to contribute, and not just another guy advancing into geezerhood on a bus tour full of old folks. While I'm sure Susie would have been cordial regardless, I had now gained her respect, and her already pleasant moods warmed considerably. The next day I was again of assistance coming into Birmingham, showing that experience and knowing the territory beat GPS handily. Susie was now my best friend.
Now that I had shown a real ability to help out if the driver or directors got into a jam, I became something of a consultant, being asked all kinds of questions on all manner of trip planning issues. Susie, who had been cordial at first, now took a real shine to me, and we talked often through the day. She'd often put a hand on my shoulder as she passed me when walking down the aisle. I didn't mind this, as she was pleasant to talk with, and was showing a predilection for shorts and sleeveless button down tops. Nothing especially revealing, mind you, but I frequently got a side view of her bra, or even a straight on down blouse when she'd lean forward. She always buttoned them so that when she was standing, the last closed button just hid where her bra clasp came together. Not open far enough to be revealing, just open enough to be really enticing. The best part was that she was not doing it on purpose. She was one of those girl next door kind of women who is incredibly sexy naturally, and has no idea, which only made her that much more attractive. It was driving me crazy.
As alluring as Susie was, getting close enough to her to deepen the relationship was proving to be a problem. Her position left her little free time, not so much because of official duties, which kept her busy enough, but because it was damn near impossible to get her alone long enough to talk about anything, since she was constantly fielding questions from the other tour members, most of whom she knew from previous trips, or as neighbors. We sat together several times at dinner, but it never failed that someone would invite himself to our table. As if that were not enough, she had a roommate on the trip as well, so sneaking down to her room for an after hours visit was out. She continued to dress so that she was a constant tease. The first day we were in Florida, she wore a little pastel sun dress that was loose enough that I got several good looks at her small but firm breasts. The best part was that she was not trying to flash me. Getting a glimpse of a woman's charms that way is always a pleasant surprise, and lots more fun than if she's flashing you on purpose-not that I mind when that happens!! The next few days, she was mostly wearing shorts and her button down tops. I was surprised again when she was announcing something to the group, walking up the aisle, stopping next to my seat to address the bus. When I looked up, I was able to see through the gap between her buttons as she raised her hands over her head to show a guide to a local attraction. I noticed I could see most of her right breast-no bra again today. For a gal in her 50's, she had an awfully good looking pair of tits: smooth skin, no stretch marks, and pretty pink nipples. I spent the rest of the day getting peeks at her nicely shaped boobs, imagining how they'd feel resting on my chest as she rode me.
The next surprise came the day we were at Dry Tortugas. This was a side trip that advertised, aside from the visit to the national park, the chance to go snorkeling and spend some time at the beach. I'm not much of a beach goer, but I do enjoy seeing the wildlife. I opted for the moat tour, a walking tour along the short wall separating the fort from the open waters of the Gulf. As we were coming around to the end of the tour, we passed along the path to the beach where some go snorkeling. There was Susie with some members of our tour group, walking down to the water in a white terry cover up, but open to show she was wearing a black bikini. It was not an especially revealing suit, but, damn!! Susie filled it out right, and it turned out she was hiding a banging body under those mid thigh shorts and sleeveless tops. Our eyes met as we passed. She said hi, as did I. I told her she was rocking that bikini, making her blush and smile.
The next day, we were headed back up from the Keys to Miami and Fort Lauderdale, which was mostly an easy ride, though there were some rough spots. Susie was up in the aisle handing some brochures out when we hit a bump, and the bus lurched. She took a tumble, almost landing in my lap. I caught her so she would not hit the floor, but in so doing, she wound up face to face with me as I held her up.
"Mind if I ride in your lap??" Susie asked, smiling.
"I wouldn't mind at all. It might be a bit bouncy though."
"That could be fun," Susie said quietly so no one else would hear. She smiled at me, and her eyes were saying, "Definitely yes!!" Maybe this trip wasn't hopeless after all.
I had been in the seat directly ahead of Susie to this point, now eight days into the trip. Most people moved around, getting a new seat each day. This was not unusual on tours I had taken; directors did it so everyone would get to know each other. She must have liked having me close, as we talked frequently. Her eyes sparkled every time we spoke. I realized that she was constrained by her position, and by just being around everyone all the time. It prevented her from doing or saying anything suggestive, but it had become obvious she liked me.
The next day, I found myself in the seat rotation, and was now about three rows behind Susie. During a break that morning, I asked her about it. "Was it something I said??"
Susie laughed. "No, not at all." She put her hand on my arm, stroking as we spoke. "I just have something in mind."
"Do I get a hint??"
"You'll find out," she said, again with a glint in her eyes. "Just bear with me."
