This is a reworking of a part of a story posted in another section. It contains interracial sex! If that offends you, MOVE ON!!
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Jason woke to the hiss of the air brakes and the lurch as the interstate bus slowed and exited the expressway. He sighed heavily and languidly stretched his well-muscled body. He was thankful that the rear bench seat was vacant. At 6' 2", 240 pounds he needed as much room as he could get.
One of the down sides of riding an interstate bus was that it stopped at every wide spot in the road to pick up passengers. The bus travelled a short distance down a poorly maintained blacktop. It then pulled across the gravel lot and parallel parked next to a diner/bus stop.
A willowy white woman strode onto the bus. Her carrot red hair hung limply at shoulder length framing her heavily freckled moon shaped face. She looked to be in her late forties with a lined sun weathered face. A careful observer would see that she was once a pretty girl and still could be with the proper clothes and make up. However, time, hard farm work and having five children had prematurely aged her.
Though the bus was nearly empty, she moved down the aisle and took a seat two rows in front of Jason. The entire bus was empty from her seat 10 rows forward. He watched as she struggle to get her well-worn suitcase in the overhead bin. Her efforts caused her dress to ride up, revealing muscular, well-shaped legs. Jason stood and sidled down the aisle.
"Here, let me do that for you!" He reached over her, letting his crotch slide over her ass and slid the suitcase into the bin. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, thank you!" May gasped as she slid into her seat. This action caused her dress to ride up exposing her legs to her thigh. As she raised up to straighten it, she saw him looking at her legs with a slight smile. May blushed, finished straightening her dress as the young man walked back to his seat.
Jason smiled as he returned to his seat. That old red headed woman had a nice ass. He rode this bus a lot, as he travelled back and forth from campus to home. Sometimes you got lucky. You would meet a female student who was up for a little tongue hockey and a grope session. This trip, however was a bust. He would probably spend the next six hours catching up on his sleep.
May Allen licked her lips as she recalled the large Black man rubbing his thing over her behind. She rode this bus often and was aware of the shady characters who frequented the bus. Her Henry told her to be aware. For whatever reason, she felt a small shock in her lower belly when he brushed against her. Ruefully she thought that was probably her ovulation starting.
She had a good visit with her sister. She needed to do it more often. But with just her and Henry working the farm now, she could only get away after the fall harvest. Even that was cause for an argument. She flashed back three days to when she was getting ready.
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May Allen stepped naked from the shower and strode across the threadbare carpet into the bedroom. She retrieved two well-worn towels from the linen cabinet. One she coiled like a turban around her greying carrot red hair. The other she began drying her back, seesawing it back and forth. She was aware that her pendulous breasts moved in opposition to drying, swaying back and forth.
"Gawddamit, May, I don't see why you have to go visit your sister! I need you here to help with the chores."
Her husband, Henry, stood in the bedroom door in well-worn bib overalls and a faded calico shirt. The overalls were spotted with dirt and straw from Henry's cleaning of the barn.
"First off, Henry, get the fuck out of the house and stop tracking mule shit, dirt and hay into my clean house! Second, I only get to see my sister a few times a year."
May placed one leg on the kitchen chair in the bedroom. Her husband didn't even look as her pussy was on display. She dried first one leg then the other. She took the towel between her legs and vigorously dried her thick thatch of reddish brown pubic hair. A faint shock went through her as this action encountered her clit.
"Hurry up then! I need to get back here to finish cleaning the barn!"
I am standing here necked as a jaybird and all he does is concerned about is cleaning the fucking barn, she thought. After thirty years of marriage and five children, it was as if I was part of the furniture. She sighed, oh well he was a good provider.
She turned to chest of drawers and retrieved a plain white bra. She inspected it carefully, noting the faded 36C label. She inspected herself in the cracked mirror. At 48, her breasts had lost the fight with gravity. They rested like large white melons on her chest surmounted by her large pink eraser like nipples. The rubbing of the towel had caused them to become hard and erect. She donned the bra, her large breasts spilling out of the undersized bra
A quick inspection of her panty drawer revealed they were also in a sorry shape. They were frayed and worn. She angrily slammed the drawer shut. A woman should have a decent pair of panties to wear. But her husband was frugal to the point of being scrooge like. To hell with it, she thought, he won't let me buy any lingerie, I'll just not wear any!
May had these moments of rebellion before. Unbeknownst to Henry, she often went to church without panties. It made her feel incredibly wicked feel the breeze from the fans in the church blow across her naked pussy.
From their closet, she took her best dress, a faded flowered button up the front affair. It stopped about 1" above her knees, showing off what she thought was her best feature, her long, well muscled legs.
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Jason had dozed back off when he heard the rattling of the bathroom door. He looked up and saw the farm lady struggling with the door. The rocking of the bus was preventing her from getting it to latch. He stood and walked the few steps to the door.
"Here," he said, "let me help you! Are you coming or going?" He laughed at her confused look. "Are you going in to the bathroom or coming out?"
The bus lurched over a pothole and May fell against Jason. Her leg went between his. Her thigh pressed against his flaccid member. Oh my lord, he is huge, May thought. She jumped back quickly, "Coming out, she stammered!" Flustered, May hurried by Jason.
May settled back in her seat. She began to regret not wearing panties. She was getting a little wet.
She had married at seventeen. There had never been another man in her life. Her religion dictated her life style. Idly she wonder what a cock that size felt like. For the first time in years, she felt a dampness between her legs. Despite herself she turned in her seat and looked back. The black man was sitting stretched out, his back against the side of the bus. He smiled and waved at her.
May turned to the front, her heart fluttering. She felt a light sweat break out on her forehead. She nervously placed one hand over her full breast, trying to slow her heart. Get a hold of yourself, May! You have ridden this bus dozens of times.
