The scene is a bus stop, a three sided, shallow structure with a roof and a bench. It's out in the country, near the end of a bus line created to bring commuters into the city. In a few years, suburban housing might make it out this far but for now it's lightly populated. It's the middle of the night, roughly 2:30 am, faintly lighted with a single bulb. One person sits in the shelter, a young man, perhaps 20, 21, 22 years of age, dressed casually. It's a warm night, around 21 degrees C. He's just sitting quietly, waiting. Not unusually handsome but clean cut, a presentable, intelligent looking young man. Perhaps a college student.
A young woman, generally the same age as the man, walks out of the dark. She's dressed for a party, dressed to impress. A tight, short, black mini-skirt. Cream colored blouse, designed to show off her noticeable breasts. Long, slim legs with medium high heeled shoes which accentuate the curves of her muscles. Well groomed dark blond hair, slightly long, almost to her shoulders, around an attractive face. Not beautiful but well made up. Overall extremely appealing.
"Hi," she says, sitting down on the bench at the other end from the young man.
"Hi," he replies, looking a little surprised to see her at this place and at this time looking as dressed up as she is.
"I guess the next bus will be awhile, won't it?"
"I think so. I don't really know. But at this hour I can't imagine they run very often."
The girl exhales, leans back but can't seem to relax. She puts her hands on her knees and looks around. She's quiet for a couple minutes, moving every few seconds into slightly different positions. She exhales again. Noticeably. "It figures," she finally says out loud. "Everything else has gone wrong so far."
She's quiet again but fidgety. She stands and takes a few steps then back again. Sits again. "This was going to be a big night. A great night. The best sex of my life. I've been looking forward to it for weeks, getting hornier and hornier, thinking about it. Now here I am. Frustrated as Hell."
The young man looks at her, watches her, but says nothing.
She gets up again, paces. Sits again. She spreads her legs and puts her hand up inside her very short skirt. She moves it around some and then brings it back out. "I'm just so damn ready," she says, turning to the man and holding her hand out. "Smell," she says.
He leans toward her and gets his nose close to her finger and sniffs. He takes her hand and aims her finger into his mouth and licks and sucks on it.
"I really, really need a fuck," she says. She slides over close to him and puts her hand down onto his crotch. She moves it, feeling him, feeling his erection beginning to form. "How about it?" she asks. "We're liable to be here for a couple hours."
He's turned halfway toward her. He says nothing but he puts his hand on her knee and slowly slides it up her thigh until he touches her wet pussy. "No pants?" he asks as he pushes his finger into her.
