I've ridden the No. 7 bus for years and never seen anyone quite like her. Plenty of straight-laced, working types. Lots of mothers with crying babies. A bag lady or two. Even the occasional nun. But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that the hottest girl I ever imagined could walk up the short stairs to my bus. To this bus I've ridden to and f...
It was so difficult to even sit next to him. I haven't seen him for over a year and a half, but it still bothered me. Our frequent bus rides were more than transportation; they were an intimate experience that I will never forget. The first time we met, it was on the 67, the bus that went from A to B, destinations don't matter. Waiting at the stop in the wa...
It was another hot day. You and I had been sightseeing and enjoying each other’s company. You were sharing those special places that brought you joy and happiness. We stole kisses like undercover lovers throughout the day. We flirted and we touched. The heat would not steal our passion. We had been walking all day and our legs were tired so you suggested t...
Dearest Love, You dropped me off at the Bus station this morning, so I could retrieve the car my folks are lending us until the ours gets fixed. I had no idea what the day had in store for me. Harry Chapin sings a song called 'Greyhound' in which he sings "its the goin', not the gettin' there that's good..." After this trip today, I think I understand that...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * I woke up Friday morning with Brandi cuddling next to me and Mary Jo nowhere to be found. Brandi kissed my ear and whispered, "Mary Jo wants to have tomorrow with you all alone. I asked her last night if you and I can have today. That is if you want me." Things were strange between u...
"Everybody sit down, I have to get a final count!" Mr. Paul was saying to the rowdy high school fans and cheerleaders on the bus. The poor chaperone was trying to gain some control over this group of rowdy students. The basketball team bus left over an hour ago. Now he was the only adult supervising the cheerleaders and all the fans that paid to get a ride...
The bus pulled up to the stop with a whooshing of air-brakes and the hiss of the pneumatic doors opening. This bus he had been waiting ten minutes for, and was not looking forward to riding home after a hard day at the office, being forced to do this as his Audi was in the shop for repairs. Taxis were just too hard to hail down at this time of day. As he g...
If you are unfamiliar with the type of public transport the story is set, it is a bus where the front seats are sideways, facing each other across the aisle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MONDAY I haven't seen her before. I certainly would have noticed if she was on the bus. She's sitting straight across from me, just a few feet away...
"Man, that was the most amazing dream I've ever had. Too bad I can't tell you about it, don't have time, I'm late for work. Not really. The dream was about your girlfriend." Well, that's what I told my roommate this morning as I walked out of the apartment and headed for the bus stop. I live on the outskirts of LA and work downtown, so I ride the bus. Than...
I ride the bus to work every day, and it's a pretty long ride into Seattle; traffic is always bad, but the other day something happened that changed the way I'll think about riding the bus forever. I had some work to catch up on so I left very early in the morning. It was still quite dark when I got on the bus, and there weren't many people on it. I took a...