Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader.
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Oscar got back on the bus and took his seat again before the new passengers were allowed to board. He had already been on the bus for six hundred miles and had another nine hundred miles of his journey ahead of him. After a few stops to stretch and have a meal he was relaxed and settled into his seat. The other passengers who have shared the ride with him became fewer as his journey progressed. Some left and others joined at every stop along the way.
Empty seats dotted the bus. He had someone sitting next to him for the last two hundred and sixteen miles. They had fun playing cards and swapping stories but it was the end of the line for his two hundred mile friend and the seat next to Oscar was now vacant.
He heard an announcement over the loudspeakers that new passengers were ready to board the bus. He watched with scant attention as the line of passengers stepped up to let the driver take their tickets.
At this stop there were only eight new passengers and Oscar immediately noticed the small Vietnamese woman hand her ticket to the driver just before going out of his view through the window.
Oscar turned his eyes to the front of the bus and leaned out over the aisle just a little to watch her as she walked from the front of the bus toward him. She had on a long dark grey coat which had silver fur along the hem and front and it extended around her neck.
There were a few seats open and he was surprised that she wanted to sit next to him but since the seat that was open was the last of the window seats he welcomed her by standing to let her in when she asked if the seat was taken. Her coat opened in front showing her red sweater and black skirt.
"No maam, This seat is yours if you want it." Oscar said and stepped out into the isle in his dirty blue jeans and brown suede jacket to let her pass. The long strands of buckskin dangled from his chest, back and sleeves of the jacket as he moved his arm to point to the vacant space.
If he had worn a hat he would have removed it for her. His open right hand pointed to the seat. He held another hand over his heart as he let Tia in to sit down. He noticed that she wore black nylon stockings and black and white running shoes.
Tia tucked her carry on bag and purse down by her feet and sat still with her long coat wrapped around her petite body. He sat back down happy to be next to her.
"I'm Oscar. How far are you going?" He said and offered his hand for shaking.
"I'm Tia. I am going to L.A." She replied.
"Really? Me too!" Oscar said and was at a loss for words. He just looked into her beautiful dark Asian eyes and she returned the look for a few moments before she became uncomfortable with his staring. Tia turned her attention to her purse.
She picked it up and removed a small mirror. A quick glance at her reflection assured her that he wasn't looking at anything out of the ordinary on her face. She assumed he stared because hadn't seen many Asian women and put the mirror back and her purse and down on the floor of the bus again.
The large bus lurched slowly out of the station. After a few minutes of drifting past the street lamps of the small town at night they engaged the long dark highway. They proceeded along cutting through the darkness near the speed limit.
Oscar tried to make small talk with Tia. She tried to answer him with short phrases or sentences and not carry on a long conversation with any answer.
Tia leaned forward and pulled a CD player from her bag. She put on some headphones and clicked the unit to listen. Oscar realized that his conversation with her would have to wait.
He looked around the bus and sat comfortably with his thoughts to himself. He knew they would have nine hundred miles together as long as the only window seat for her was next to him.
Oscar was content to wait and pleased himself by watching her small foot dangle at the end of her petite leg. He wondered what her toes looked like without those running shoes covering them. He moved his foot up to compare size of feet and shook his head and grinned at the relative smallness of her body.
His mind wandered as he closed his eyes to imagine other parts of her body and wondered about her other petite features. He marveled at the thought of touching such a perfect miniature person as his traveling companion.
Tia listened to music and lightly hummed with tunes keeping the melody in her throat as they zipped along the highway. Gradually she drifted off to sleep with the music still filling her ears.
Oscar didn't notice when sleep overcame his body. He noticed only waking up an hour or so later. They were still miles from the next stop and Tia sat very relaxed next to him. The CD player had fallen from her open fingers and lay wedged between the seat and her thigh.
Her head was held up only by the glass of the window as it pressed on her forehead. She was most definitely asleep.
The coat she had around her was open down the front. Oscar's mind was always full of naughty thoughts and he decided to act on this one because it intrigued him. Oscar imagined what her skin would feel like and put his left hand under his right arm pit to be sure it was warm before he slipped it under her sweater.
He lightly moved her coat out of the way on the side closest to him. When he felt his hand was warm enough he turned his shoulders and slipped his left hand slowly under her sweater.
Oscar was hoping to touch her soft skin but when his hand reached her tummy he felt the cotton fabric of what seemed like a t-shirt under covering her beneath the sweater. He used his fingers to gently pull the shirt out of where it was tucked into her skirt.
She moved just a little but didn't wake. He stopped to be sure he hadn't disturbed her and proceeded when he was again confident that she was sleeping soundly.
His warm fingers moved under the shirt and he found the tender skin he sought. Her flat tummy touched his fingers gently and he slipped the rest of his hand under the shirt placing the palm of his hand fully against her skin.
