When people ask how we met, I smile and reply, "On the bus."
Of course, I can't tell them the whole story. June and I look at each other, grin like Cheshire cats, and enjoy our sexy little secret. My first dinner with her parents was embarrassing. I had to think on my feet that night, I can tell you.
We've been married nearly two years now, and our first child is on the way. Life is good, and even though we've got a reliable car these days, we still take the bus every now and then, just for old times sake.
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My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of junk that had finally given up the ghost. I was too busy to shop around for a new one, so I was resigned to taking the bus instead.
Mornings were fine. I went in early and the bus was always empty. I could happily read some papers on the journey. But the mass exodus of shoppers and students from the town centre, made the ride home very uncomfortable. One particular day I was late getting to the bus-stop. It was standing room only by the time I got to the front of the queue. And not very much standing room at that. I got on, paid my fare, and headed for the back of the bus. Just like it tells you to on the little signs.
She got on after me. She was couple of inches shorter than me, with a perfect crop of blonde hair. She stood in front of me, facing the front, as the bus pulled out of the station.
We were quite close, and the scent of her perfume flooded my nostrils. It was a musky, sexy smell. I recognised it as something expensive, but I couldn't put a name to it.
She had some heavy shopping bags on the floor by her feet. I almost offered to help her with them when more people got on the bus at the next stop and we were forced to move even further back. Inhibition stopped me, or maybe it was when she stepped on my foot as she shuffled back. She turned around to look at me with apologetic eyes.
"Sorry," she said sweetly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
By now, the bus was full and she was right up against me. I could just about see over the top of her head, but my crotch was lined up with her glorious round arse. Her scent drove me wild, and I pictured the kind of images that any healthy heterosexual male would have in that situation.
My cock stirred; I could feel it moving upwards and out. This was going to be embarrassing. I desperately tried to think of the most boring thing I could. Cricket, that's boring, but an article in the morning newspaper about a cricket star whose alleged lover claimed was great in bed, filled my head.
I tried again. Snooker. No, that was no good either. I once tried to teach a girlfriend how to play and it meant leaning over her, my crotch up against her bum. It didn't matter what I thought of, my over-stimulated brain made a connection to sex, all the time giving strength to my growing bulge.
I knew that the girl in front of me would be able to feel my dick pushing against her by now. I was convinced that she could feel every pulse as it filled with ever more blood. She hadn't even turned around and told me off but my face was already beetroot red. What would it be like when she did? I was thankful that most people would be getting off the bus in a few stops time. I could move away from her and avoid making the situation worse.
The bus began to clear and seats became available. I sat a couple of seats behind the blonde girl, and tried toi calm down. But the hormones were raging, and I decided that when I got in I would put my on favourite porn movie, and have a good old-fashioned wank.
With only two stops left before mine, there were five people left on the bus; the blonde girl included. Nobody got on or off at the next stop, and I suddenly realised that mine was one of the last stops. I prayed she stayed on when I alighted. I would be very embarrassed otherwise.
Praying when you don't really believe in a god is foolish in the extreme. Any god that happens to be listening is bound to take the piss. She rose to disembark at the same time as me. I was up and past her seat, waiting for the bus to stop, before she had even managed to get her shopping bags out from behind her seat.
I felt very guilty getting off the bus carrying only a newspaper while she struggled with her load. Being a softy at heart, I helped her down off the bus, and held some of her shopping as she tried to work out the best way to carry it all.
"Look, why don't I help you carry it back to your house?"
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked.
"No, I don't mind. How far is it?"
"Just around the corner." She pointed in the same direction as my house. This girl lived in the same street and I had never seen her before. How could that be?
"That's my street!"
"Wow, what a coincidence."
I took the heaviest of her bags and we set off towards her house. She lived further up the street than me. I never venture up that end, which explained why I hadn't seen her before. I said as much to her.
"Oh, I only moved in last week. I'm still getting to know the area."
"Well, unless someone else has already, let me be the first to welcome you to the street."
