Wherein our Dear Bubbles Meets and Greets The Retard, The Cowboy and the Surly Bus Driver and the Fruit Inspectors. * Prefix Dear reader, you really should be sure to read Part 1 when Bubbles tells how she took a summer job at Doc Finster's Pharmacy in her hometown in Indiana for the sole purpose of getting together enough money to leave home and start n...
On the Bus: Tolerated & Tossed Off RedHairedandFriendly On the Bus is a chain story that does not rely on any previous or incoming chapters. Each submission is considered stand alone and only relates to the others via the bus. The words on the page were once again becoming blurred to Brenda's bored subconscious. She swore she'd read the same paragraph o...
In the beginning I wasn't too thrilled about taking the bus in to work. It meant getting up an hour earlier for one thing, and for another, it also meant arriving at work a half hour earlier than I needed to be. As far as I was concerned, it was a good waste of my own personal time. On the other hand...it was saving me a great deal of money in gas, not to me...
From the time Katie had met JJ went he came to town they had been fast friends. A little guarded about himself , yet funny and friendly to her. JJ moved into one of the lower class areas on the outskirts of town around the start of 7th grade. Nobody except the administration knew much about him, and nobody, even Katie knew if JJ where initials or his first n...
Hi everyone, first of all I would like to say thanks for all of the positive feedback for my first entry to Literotica! I thought I would do a short follow up to Pt. 01 before I get into some longer chapters and more extreme kinks. I hope you enjoy! ***** Chapter 4: A day by the pool: Marina's day off "You know what I want to hear, Marina." Catherine sai...
Ben looked up from his book, a thick black Penguin with age tinted pages. The silver bus, a dusty behemoth with black tinted windows and a guttural engine, pulled into the small station drive. "There she is," said a man to his wife. Ben turned to look at the couple, the only other people waiting for the bus. The silver-haired man looked at his watch and the...
I stepped on to bus 55, paid my fair, and walked to the first empty seat on the bus. Smoothing my white and pink floral blouse, then my matching knee length skirt. I looked around the bus, nobody interesting. The bus was mostly the same as any other bus someone might ride to work or to school. It had a set of yellow rails with blue hand straps that you mig...
"You go to Croweville?" I asked the bus driver. "Sure do, we'll be there about 2:15. In the a.m.," the driver said pointedly. "Thanks," I said, my eyes adjusting from the buglight glare of the terminal to the dark interior of the coach. I scanned up and down but every pair of seats had at least one taken, most by dozing older folks or wary-looking migrant...
I was bored. I'd been riding this stupid bus for fourteen hours. I wasn't even sure where we were, somewhere in Ohio, maybe. I looked out the window, but it was still pretty dark outside and I couldn't see much, a couple of lights in the distance, that's it. I dug my sneak-a-toke and my lighter out of my duffle bag and ducked into the tiny bathroom across th...
I ride the same bus everywhere I go. I ride at the same time, and with the same bus driver, but one night, I got a different kind of ride! When the bus arrived, the first thing I noticed was, the driver was different. This guy was Black, about 6'3", with smooth, dark chocolate skin and the most hypnotic eyes I'd ever seen. My regular driver is short and Whi...