Line 25 is one of the busiest lines in town during early mornings and afternoons, but it is basically empty during the evenings and the weekends. It's running from the railway station to the edge of the forest on the top of the hill, taking commuters to the train station and back home. On weekends families who want to do some hiking or to have a walk with their dogs frequent the line. However, once everybody gets home, the bus is basically empty during the evenings, especially during the weekends.
The last two stops are particularly unused after sunset, as no one really wants to go to the forest in the dark. However, the bus can only turn around in the car park next to the forest and this way shortening its route is not an option.
This is the line I work on. I'm only a part time bus driver, I work on weekends mostly, and sometimes on weekdays after the afternoon rush is over. It's more like a hobby, although they pay me a reasonable salary. On weekdays I teach history in elementary school, something I've been doing for the last thirty-five years, but my weekends got absolutely boring since my kids grew up and have their own families now, and my wife passed away almost a decade ago. Being home alone is not fun, at least not for me. Visiting the gym, tending the tiny garden of my house and reading was basically all I did.
My friend, John, a full-time bus driver persuaded me to get behind the wheel, as he knew that I used to be a bus driver a long time ago when I was doing my military service. The company is looking for new drivers all the time, especially for ones who are available on weekends and for night shifts. So, I took a few courses and renewed my licence, and a month later I was working on line 25.
It was a warm, mid-September Saturday evening when things in my life took an interesting turn. The bus was empty, and I planned to arrive at the forest terminus at nine o'clock in the evening. There I normally have a fifteen-minute break, and I usually pour myself a coffee from my vacuum flask and relax a bit, listening to the radio.
This time however, two girls, both in their early twenties got on the bus at the university dorms. One of them was of average build with a cute face, green eyes and short hair that was painted bright red. She had a surprising amount of earrings and a piecing in her nose. The other one was tall and thin with long, black hair. She also seemed to love piercings and earrings, but she also had a really nice tattoo on her neck. Both girls were dressed casually, in loose jeans, high top shoes and softshell jackets. Not exactly what you need in the forest on a cool night.
"Good evening, ladies," I greeted them as they sat down in the front. "You really want to go to the forest at this hour?"
"Oh, you must be new," the red girl remarked with a warm smile. "Nobody told you about it, right?"
"Well yes, this is my second week," I admitted. "And nobody told me what?"
"OK, so this is line 25. University students call it the dogging line. It takes us, who don't have cars to the car park next to the forest. There is pretty much action going on there at this hour."
I was surprised. I have heard about dogging, but I never thought that there would be a place for dogging in this city.
"So you girls go to the car park to have... erm... fun?" I asked somewhat awkwardly.
"Yeah," the blonde one answered. "Tanya wants to find a guy to give her some hard dicking, and I want to watch."
She said this in a matter-of-fact way as it would be completely normal. I started wondering that maybe it was. I looked at Tanya, as she seemed to be completely OK with the way the blond girl spoke about her.
"And what kind of guys are you looking for?" I asked.
"Well, like good looking bus drivers in their early fifties," Tanya said with a wide smile. "But only one guy this time. Gina only wants to watch."
"So what do you say?" Gina asked. "Are you coming with us?"
