I was bored. I'd been riding this stupid bus for fourteen hours. I wasn't even sure where we were, somewhere in Ohio, maybe. I looked out the window, but it was still pretty dark outside and I couldn't see much, a couple of lights in the distance, that's it. I dug my sneak-a-toke and my lighter out of my duffle bag and ducked into the tiny bathroom across the aisle. Once inside, I locked the door, opened up the little window and took a big hit. I held the smoke in my lungs while I took a piss, which is hard to do in a bus that's swaying from side to side, but I managed to not pee all over my leg. Then I put the seat and the lid back down, sat down facing that tiny assed window and took another big hit. Now I felt better, too bad it won't last long. I made my way back to my seat, and I must have dozed off.
I woke up when the driver flipped the lights on. My body was stiff and sore and my mouth tasted like sawdust. I stretched and looked out the window. From the number of street lights I could tell we were pulling into a mid-sized town, the driver probably even said the name, but I didn't pay much attention. I was going to be on this bus for another ten hours or so until my change in Denver. The driver said we would be stopping for a half hour, it was time to get off and stretch my legs a little.
After going to the john and cleaning myself up as much as I could, I headed down the hallway to check out the vending machine. It was always hard to find anything that even resembled real food. I finally settled on a bag of beer nuts and a Snickers bar, along with a can of Coke to wash it down. Most of the chairs around seemed to be full, there was a surprizing number of people in this bus stop. I finally plopped my duffle bag down and sat on it with my back to the wall. I popped open my Coke and started to take a sip when I saw her. She looked like a cross between a rock star and a runaway. She had long, straight, light brown hair that she kept out of her face with a red bandana tied around her head. She was wearing a brown leather jacket with fringe, under that was a white little blousy thing that was open way down the front. Even at this distance, I could swear there wasn't any bra involved. The way her firm little titties bounced made my eyes pop. I had a hard on before I even noticed her blue jeans. They were the tightest, thinnest blue jeans I had ever seen. They looked like they had been spray painted on, and the red bandana she had tied around her left thigh seemed to accentuate how long they were. As she made her way toward me, I had a perfect vantage point to watch her crotch. It was beautiful, absolutely the most perfectly shaped pussy I had ever laid my eyes on, I mean, we're talking world class snatch here, in a fucking bus stop! From my spot in the corner, I watched every move she made. She was talking to some older guy, he looked like a real doofus, there was no way that they could be together. She pointed to the women's restroom and headed in that direction. He waved, almost like saying goodbye, and went off the other way. I watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom, thinking I would probably never see her again.
After a few minutes, I heard the announcement to get back on the bus and I started to make my way slowly to it. I kept looking in the direction of the bathrooms, hoping to catch another glimpse of her, but I was disappointed. Soon I was out the door and back on the bus. As I made my way down the aisle, I could see that everyone was taking their seats in the usual way. Young mothers with children and old people always sit in the front seats, while young men make their way to the back. We also don't like to share our seats unless absolutely necessary. Young women are pretty rare on a bus, they are also the wildcard. If they share a seat up front with another person, it generally means they have a boyfriend somewhere. If they venture into the back, it's a definite sign that they're unnattached. There is also a rumor that it means that they're horny. I got my favorite spot in the very last row on the driver's side, across the aisle from the bathroom. There were three seats side by side, instead of two, so you could almost stretch out to sleep. The drawback was that it was the first seat that someone would ask you to share if the bus started to fill up. I took a seat by the window and plunked my duffle bag on the seat beside me, to indicate that I didn't want to share, and settled in for a long ride.
Suddenly, there she was again, making her way down the aisle straight toward me! By then, every seat in the back had one guy sitting in it. I felt the tension rise like a wave as her eyes darted back and forth checking us all out. Then she looked straight into my eyes, without a word, I moved my dufflebag out of the way and she took a seat beside me. As she slipped her jacket off, I could clearly see her nipples through her blouse, I wanted to wrap my lips around them right then and there. She seemed to notice the effect they had on me, and kind of chuckled.
"Hi" she said, "my name's Jessie, what's yours?"
