Buses suck! At least I thought so, until one memorable ride. I was nineteen, and trying to get home for the holidays from the military base. I only had a little dirt bike to zip around the base, so my only option for getting home was the bus. I got on, and the rear seat was open. A long bench, kind of a double seat that spanned the area next to the restroom. I leaned against the window and closed my eyes, it was going to be a long trip.
I hardly noticed the passenger that took the rest of the seat, until I felt weight push against my side. I was about to be rude to the interloper, when I got a better look at her. I guessed that she was from the college near the base. Her long, dark hair cascaded across her shoulder and obscured her face. A long pair of jean covered legs stretched out into the aisle. I moved a little, to free up my trapped arm. She started to stir.
"Ssshhh, It's okay." I said softly. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmmm, okay." Was all I got back.
She nestled in to my shoulder, and the light fragrance of her hair was quite pleasant. My arm lay over her shoulder, and lightly rested on one of her small, apple sized breasts. She didn't seem to notice, or mind as the case may be. Her soft breathing was even relaxing for me, and I dozed off for a bit, myself.
We pulled in to a large terminal at a big city, about halfway into the journey. The sudden quiet and the bright lights woke us up. She sat up and brushed the smooth hair from her face. It was a beautiful face. Dark brown eyes, set over high cheekbones, a small nose, and thin lips in front of a really nice smile. She didn't say anything at first, so I jumped in.
"Your pillow's name is Tom." I told her.
"Mine's Megan." She offered.
"Want some coffee or something?" I asked
"Sure, but I need a bathroom, first."
We exited the bus and headed for the restrooms inside. I watched her long legs carry her tight little butt across the large terminal, as I found the "men's" nearby. We met at the coffee stand, and we smoked and shared small talk, until they announced our bus. We retrieved our rear seat, and settled in for the four hour trip to my destination. She was going on for another hour after that.
I had noticed that she wore no bra. When she stretched, her tiny nipples were quite visible under her sweater. Her head once again rested on my shoulder, and we were silent as the bus pulled out into the darkness. My hand found its place on her breast, and she didn't object to the light pressure I applied. I thought she had gone back to sleep when her hand "fell" into my lap and covered the bulge in my jeans.
Her warm hand, combined with my thoughts, was causing my limp lizard to inflate, and become the eight-inch dragon I carried. I had always thought it to be rather average, but several girls/women re-assured me that it was anything but "average". Megan's hand moved over the growing bulge, as if to size it up.
