The tall slim blond girl walked into the bus shelter. It was pouring with rain, but her shapely body was well protected by the large black coat. The shiny black heels raised her stockinged feet from the shallow pools of rainwater that filled the depressions of the concrete footpath.
Quietly she sat on the long bench in the old fashioned wooden shelter, her black shoulder bag slipping to the seat beside her, the transparent umbrella folded beside her. The rain made a loud tattoo on the tin roof and cascaded off the side of the flimsy structure.
A moment later a young dark man entered the small shelter. He glanced at the golden haired beauty then up at the timetable that hung above her head.
"Excuse me," his deep voice boomed above the rain as he lent across her to run a finger along the perspects covered timetable.
She glanced at him, his tight jeans stretched over a bulge in his crotch. Her tongue licked at the deep red lipstick. He seemed to be paused above her for an eternity, the bulge only a short arms link away.
He glanced down at her, seeing the small pink tongue moisten her deep red lips. The bulge in his jeans moved a little. She looked straight at his crotch and her face went red.
"What time is the next bus?" He asked, his voice full of frustration. "I can never work these damned timetables out."
"In about 20 minutes," she replied her soft voice barely audible above the rain.
"Thanks," he said, stepping back from the timetable. She looked as beautiful as the other times he'd watched her catch the bus from his house across the street. So young, a pretty angular face and long golden hair and those lips, always red and pouty.
She looked up at him as he stepped back. The tight shirt, wet from the rain clung to his shoulders and arms. What a hunk she thought. Then she snapped back to reality and cleared her throat but didn't speak.
He stood there. The bulge was bigger now, more rounded. The flap on the fly of the jeans was spreading open. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge, not moving. Again she began to blush.
"You can touch if you like," he said quietly. "I don't mind."
Her head bowed a little. The embarrassment was great. Again she cleared her throat, bringing her hand up to her mouth. But she didn't say anything.
"Go on honey, I know you want to," he coaxed.
Still she sat still, trying not to look at him. But she couldn't help sneaking a peak at the tall muscular body before her. A damp feeling spread between her legs as her eyes once more caught sight of the denim covered bulge.
"You know what you want, honey. Why don't you take it?" He whispered the words seductively. "It's there for you, just a grasp away."
The rain was even heavier now, but she didn't feel cold. A warm glow was radiating through her body. Her throat had become clammy; her hands were getting irritable.
"Go on, just touch, reach out and it will all be yours," he whispered again.
She looked up and saw the broad smile on his face, the white teeth showing. Slowly her hand reached over to touch his crotch. The long pale fingers, each nail painted red, rubbed across the bulge. She felt it move under the denim.
Again she looked up at him. The smile was still there.
"That's the way babe, you do what you want," he said. "You play with your toy."
Her fingers moved over the material, feeling the smoothness and the movement beneath the fabric. Then she felt the ridge of the jeans at the fly. Her fingers grasped the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Time seemed to stand still as it edged its way down.
Once it was open she could see the flash of white boxers through the opening. Her other hand stretched out. As she unbuttoned the top of the jeans the other hand snaked into the opening, finding the hard member hidden by soft white cotton.
The button flicked open and the denim peeled back. The white cotton expanded into the open as her hand once more passed across the bulge. She looked up as if a second thought had crossed her mind.
"Oh, yeah babe, go on," he answered her look. "Whatever you want you do it."
The little pink tongue darted across the red lips once more, moistening them again. She cleared her throat again. Then both hands found the waistband of the boxers. Slowly she rolled them back, down his torso, her eyes peaking into the darkness of his shorts.
Then suddenly it popped up; a purple engorged head, the helmet shining, and a dribble of pre-cum at the slit. As the boxers rolled further down more of the shaft was revealed, the hard purple veins sticking out like rivers along the stiff rod. Finally a large heavy scrotum popped out to hang over the bunched up white material. It hung like a heavy weight under the 45-degree pole that bounced slightly before her.
Quietly she touched the hard member for the first time. It recoiled a little from her gentle touch but settled back in the palm of her white hand. Again she licked her lips. Her red nails closed around the hard cock and she stroked it up and down a couple of times. It throbbed slightly as she manipulated it.
"Ohhhh..." he moaned as she touched it. "I knew you needed me babe, I just knew it."
