I have a few stories to tell so this being my first, I will take a bit to tell you about myself and how I came to have these stories. They are all true except for a little embellishment. I'm 5'11" tall and weigh about 205. I wanted to get down to around 190 but it looked like that wasn't going to happen because I really don't like exercising or going to some gym. I stay active like swimming and tending to my vegetable garden but that was the extent I was willing to go to. Besides that, my shoulders are pretty broad and I have big arms so it probably didn't look as bad as I thought. Plus, I'm working on 60 so I said wholeheartedly, "Fuck it, 205 it is."
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At 55 I retired after having worked myself hard, saved and invested my entire life to put away enough that I wouldn't have to worry about finances when I did so. I had owned my own small trucking company since I was 29 and sold it for a hefty sum. At the time of the sale I had 32 trucks and 37 employees. At one time there were 39 trucks but times had slowed a bit. I made sure in the contract that my employees would all have jobs with the new owner.
I have been an independent soul my entire life, a biker at heart I guess you could say, and never married nor having children I had wanted to travel the country on my Harley for some time. A scant two weeks after finalizing the paperwork on the sale of my trucking company, I strapped my two person tent and my sleeping bag along with a couple of changes of clothes on my six year old 2009 FLSTC and I still didn't have a clue which direction I was going first. I headed east out of College Station, Texas. My ample home with a pool and 14+ acres would have a trusted house sitter in about a week and I had no need to worry about it. I paid the middle aged couple handsomely and knew not when I would return. Free rent and $500 a week for expenses with a hefty $50,000 bonus when I returned if everything was in order. My accountant would take care of any repairs or upkeep needed. They didn't even have to mow the lawn.
I was gone over a year. (More stories about those exploits later.) I forgot to inform them I was on my way back before my return, so I took up residence in the guest house until they could find suitable accommodations.
They didn't recognize me at first because I hadn't shaved since a week or two after I left and I was on a different bike. After the tranny went kaput on the other one just a few days after I left, I opted to just buy another one because the '09 had quite a few miles and I didn't want to hang around a week or that I figured it would take. Marylin (yes, it's spelled that way) and Charles had kept the place as if it were their very own. Everything was spotless and shining like a new penny. I actually think it was cleaner than when I left.
After a few months of doing nothing, I decided I would have to find something to do and decided to get a part time job. After some calling around I found a barber in town that was licensed to do straight shaves (yes, in Texas you have to have a special license to do a shave with a straight razor). I tried a few different things but found I was always asked to do full time hours because they discovered I would always answer the call when they needed someone to work. Then, I saw an ad for a school bus driver. Work a little in the morning and a little in the afternoon and I'm done. That sounds about what I was looking for. In the interview field trips during the day was mentioned and my response was, "Oh crap" in my mind. Then she mentioned that I could opt out of the field trip schedule if I wanted. "Cool, I'm still in" I was thinking. I did tell her that I would be more than happy to take any field trips that they absolutely could not find a driver for, but I really didn't want it to happen on a regular basis.
I still had my CDL with all the endorsements, PTX and hazmat. Then I found out there was now a separate one for school bus. A quick study of the book and a trip with their instructor and one of their buses to a driver license office and that was fixed in short order.
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A week of running my route with the instructor and I was on my own. The High Schoolers were really nice and polite while the instructor was riding and for a short time after she stopped. About two weeks in, one of the seniors was trying to cop a feel of a girl's breasts. Her name was Beth. I really couldn't blame him. She was about 5'7" tall with long straight dirty blonde hair almost to her waist. About 125# and not knock out gorgeous but very pretty with large D cups or possibly small DD's and a very tight shapely ass that bounced, one side then the other as she walked. Hell, I wanted to grab both her tits myself. She was a new student by a couple of days and also a senior. I quickly took to the shoulder and put a stop to it. After he threatened me with bodily harm I had no choice but to file a report although I didn't want to. That's when I found out he was a star wide receiver on the football team. The principal and the head coach asked me not to file the report but I did anyway. Mostly because they wanted to protect the little asshole.
A couple weeks later I was picking her up at the disciplinary section which meant we were alone on the bus for about 25-30 minutes until I picked up the other students. She was quite friendly and we talked about various things. One day I had to stop by and retrieve my wallet from my saddlebags and she found out I had a Harley and carried a gun because I had to take out the gun to find my wallet and she was watching from the bus. Before I could pull away she said, "I think that is sooo sexy."
I asked, "What did you say?"
"I'm sure you heard me" she said.
"I'm sure I did but it really shocked me. How old are you?" I asked.
"I'm 18 and I'll be 19 in about two months. The Saturday after I get out of school prison is my birthday" she replied.
"Exactly what did I do that you found so sexy?" I wanted to know because I wanted to be sure to do it again.
She said, "I love Harleys and the pistol was really sexy, too. Do you carry it everywhere?"
"I can't carry it on the bus, but it goes where I go other than that. Well, I don't carry it into the pool hall either. It's against the law because they serve alcohol."