Riding the Bus
I couldn't believe my luck! My faithful 1964 Ford F150 would not start on this otherwise splendid Honolulu morning and I was going to be late for my first class at the Honolulu Community College. I had no other choice ... today I was riding Honolulu's public transit "TheBus" downtown to school. I grabbed my books out of the bench seat and made a made a mad dash for the bus a block away.
Lucky for me, the TheBus arrived just as I approach the corner intersection. To my surprise, standing before me was this absolutely sensational woman that had recently moved into our Oahu neighborhood. As the bus pulled to a stop, she was the first to board the bus with me right behind her.
She nabbed the only available window seat which gave me the opportunity to sit next to her. As she began to sit down, the bus suddenly lurched forward and she lost her balance falling back toward me. Being the gentleman I am, I reacted quickly by placing both my hands firmly around her slender waist, just above the back of her hips to steady her from falling. Quickly she turned her head, looking up over her left shoulder where our eyes locked together for the first time.
"Whoops, that was close!", she exclaimed, as we slowly descended into our seats. We exchange brief smiles when she said, "Thanks for catching me before I fell", with the sweetest smile. "No worries", I said as my eyes gazed over her cute little figure, instantly registering she had more than ample breasts and the most beautiful pair of legs extending from under her short summer Hawaiian print dress to reveal her slender sandaled feet and perfectly polished agua painted toenails.
She was a "spinner", a petite woman, not more than 5'2" tall with the body of a sun drenched bronze goddess. She had the figure of a fully developed woman, packaged tightly on the narrow frame of a young teen. Her shoulder length blond hair that curled slightly inward at her neckline bounced off her soft cotton shoulders adored shoulders ever so slightly, each time our bus accelerated. Her scent was that of blooming gardenia.
As we road toward our scheduled destinations, I was able to look down to my right a good peek through her streched button blouse to reveal the cleavage of a very well-endowed woman. Being the breast man that I am, I quickly ascertained that despite her petite size, she was easily a natural double D cup size bra attached to that tiny frame with a small back, narrow waist, tight bubble butt and those thin tan legs.
We relaxed into the ride and chatted for awhile, mostly small talk as I was too busy scoping out her cleavage whenever she turned away to look out the bus window. Time and the ride downtown seemed to zip by and before I thought to ask her name, she suddenly interrupted our meaningless chit-chat telling me that this is her stop. As I stood up to allow her to pass before me I decided that my education could wait and followed her down the center aisle and off the bus.
We walked together until she stopped in front of an office building, turned and said, "My name is Christine... maybe I'll see you again soon?" She quickly turned to enter the lobby doors and disappeared into the lobby of the building.
Blowing off classes for the day, I returned home and decided to get my truck running again, never once letting my morning encounter with Christine slip from my mind. I fantasized several wonderful evening of wild sex with Christine as the afternoon . With my truck running again, I decided to return to the corner late in the afternoon, parked and waited near the bus stop for several hours until finally her bus arrived. It seemed like an eternity until Christine came out the door of the bus. As she strolled toward me, I quickly focused on her large fleshy breasts shifting from side to side with each step of her stride, as if trying to escape from her bra.
As she approached my truck perfectly parked she sudden noticed me behind the glass of my windshield. She then leaned inside my open passenger window and asked if I wouldn’t mind giving her a ride the rest of the way home. Driving along with her sitting so close, I could she the beads of sweat glistening on her ample cleavage.
As she directed me to her small apartment building, I asked her if I could see her again. Without a word, she wrote down a website link on a scrap of paper and handed to me. I must of look puzzled as we came to a stop and she quickly got out of my truck. Then she turned and smile then quickly walked away. I immediately drove home and ran to my computer and entered the website link she gave me.
To my surprize, the link led me a voyeur porn website with a image of Christine dressed in only panties and sporting the most delectable breasts with perfect nipples perched high on their fleshy round circumference. Sure enough, Christine had her own webcam site. Her name was "Tamara Knight" and I quickly signed on, buying tokens and waited for her next live session to begin.
When the moment of destiny arrived, I logged in and there she was, the girl on the bus about to make my afternoon fantasy come true. As it did, again and again.
Lucky for me, the TheBus arrived just as I approach the corner intersection. To my surprise, standing before me was this absolutely sensational woman that had recently moved into our Oahu neighborhood. As the bus pulled to a stop, she was the first to board the bus with me right behind her.
She nabbed the only available window seat which gave me the opportunity to sit next to her. As she began to sit down, the bus suddenly lurched forward and she lost her balance falling back toward me. Being the gentleman I am, I reacted quickly by placing both my hands firmly around her slender waist, just above the back of her hips to steady her from falling. Quickly she turned her head, looking up over her left shoulder where our eyes locked together for the first time.
"Whoops, that was close!", she exclaimed, as we slowly descended into our seats. We exchange brief smiles when she said, "Thanks for catching me before I fell", with the sweetest smile. "No worries", I said as my eyes gazed over her cute little figure, instantly registering she had more than ample breasts and the most beautiful pair of legs extending from under her short summer Hawaiian print dress to reveal her slender sandaled feet and perfectly polished agua painted toenails.
She was a "spinner", a petite woman, not more than 5'2" tall with the body of a sun drenched bronze goddess. She had the figure of a fully developed woman, packaged tightly on the narrow frame of a young teen. Her shoulder length blond hair that curled slightly inward at her neckline bounced off her soft cotton shoulders adored shoulders ever so slightly, each time our bus accelerated. Her scent was that of blooming gardenia.
As we road toward our scheduled destinations, I was able to look down to my right a good peek through her streched button blouse to reveal the cleavage of a very well-endowed woman. Being the breast man that I am, I quickly ascertained that despite her petite size, she was easily a natural double D cup size bra attached to that tiny frame with a small back, narrow waist, tight bubble butt and those thin tan legs.
We relaxed into the ride and chatted for awhile, mostly small talk as I was too busy scoping out her cleavage whenever she turned away to look out the bus window. Time and the ride downtown seemed to zip by and before I thought to ask her name, she suddenly interrupted our meaningless chit-chat telling me that this is her stop. As I stood up to allow her to pass before me I decided that my education could wait and followed her down the center aisle and off the bus.
We walked together until she stopped in front of an office building, turned and said, "My name is Christine... maybe I'll see you again soon?" She quickly turned to enter the lobby doors and disappeared into the lobby of the building.
Blowing off classes for the day, I returned home and decided to get my truck running again, never once letting my morning encounter with Christine slip from my mind. I fantasized several wonderful evening of wild sex with Christine as the afternoon . With my truck running again, I decided to return to the corner late in the afternoon, parked and waited near the bus stop for several hours until finally her bus arrived. It seemed like an eternity until Christine came out the door of the bus. As she strolled toward me, I quickly focused on her large fleshy breasts shifting from side to side with each step of her stride, as if trying to escape from her bra.
As she approached my truck perfectly parked she sudden noticed me behind the glass of my windshield. She then leaned inside my open passenger window and asked if I wouldn’t mind giving her a ride the rest of the way home. Driving along with her sitting so close, I could she the beads of sweat glistening on her ample cleavage.
As she directed me to her small apartment building, I asked her if I could see her again. Without a word, she wrote down a website link on a scrap of paper and handed to me. I must of look puzzled as we came to a stop and she quickly got out of my truck. Then she turned and smile then quickly walked away. I immediately drove home and ran to my computer and entered the website link she gave me.
To my surprize, the link led me a voyeur porn website with a image of Christine dressed in only panties and sporting the most delectable breasts with perfect nipples perched high on their fleshy round circumference. Sure enough, Christine had her own webcam site. Her name was "Tamara Knight" and I quickly signed on, buying tokens and waited for her next live session to begin.
When the moment of destiny arrived, I logged in and there she was, the girl on the bus about to make my afternoon fantasy come true. As it did, again and again.
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