My fiancée and I set out early Monday morning to catch our 9am greyhound bus. We were heading down from Canada to the United States for a week long visit at my folk's house in Atlanta, Georgia. The bus ride was 28 hour long but plane tickets were simply to expensive so we grabbed our bags and vowed to make the most of the trip. John told me he wanted to ma...
I just wanted to be with Rebecca, that is how it was from the very beginning when first I saw her standing at the bus stop, looking so gorgeous and beautiful and, and with the purr-fect figure that makes a guy want to think of Spring and yes, another thing. Never in a month of Sunday's did I ever think I would stand one iota of a chance with her, she was pr...
Hi all. My name is Sonia. I'm 5 foot 2 inches, slim, medium to large breasts and I like men. I especially like men to notice me and get horny looking at me. I love provoking them a lot but I don't consider myself to be a prick tease. I always try to follow through and finish what I start. Anyway, my friend Fiona told me to write about my weekend break at he...
Ever since she started high school, Bianca has ridden the same bus with the same driver, being the first one on the route to board and the last one off in the afternoon. She had noticed right away that Chuck, the bus driver, was cute, tall and athletic with red hair and freckles. Not until a few weeks ago, however, had she actually developed the hots for him...
After being a longtime reader I now (finally) have had an experience that I can share here. I know most of what is written here is fiction, but there's always hope for those of us who fantasize about having something amazing happen to us. This story is proof that it can happen. Like all of us (I think) I have fantasies from time to time about something to t...
The next day I was home on an earlier bus. I had much of the time to think about what I could do. I could meet him, and take things further, as I ached to do, or I could wait until the next day and leave the both of us in suspense. As I sat on the bus, heading home, I decided that I didn't want to wait until tomorrow. I wanted to see him again. I wanted him...
Fighting tears of frustration, I climbed the bus steps with my oversized backpack and a crumpled hamburger bag. I was embarking on an eight-hour ride from my parents’ Maryland home back to my university in Ohio. The station was closed, I had nearly taken the wrong bus, and I had forgotten to bring my paperback novel. By the time I boarded at the last possibl...
It happened again last night, Like every night for the past two weeks I try to clear the haze and fog from my mind but it is difficult to say the least. Maybe the harder you try to remember the dream, the less you ultimately remember. It’s a shame too because I know it was sexual in nature. The reason I know this is because for the past two weeks I have wo...
Henry had the A1A route this morning, driving northbound on the crowded four-lane with the ocean peeking out from the crowds of buildings to his right. Too bad city regulations made him run the air-conditioning; that sea breeze would feel real good right now. The sun was shining for the moment, but probably wouldn't be for long. August in Florida generally b...
We, my husband, and me were returning after visiting a relative's function late at night. The bus was crowded. My husband pushed me inside and instructed me to go at the back thinking it may not be less crowded there. He was wrong It was much more crowded and we both got stuck. I was at the back and he was stuck somewhere in the middle. Some more crowed cam...