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   Cathy's footfall's echoed off the buildings on either side of the street
as she walked toward the corner to catch the bus.  The pools of light made
by the streetlight seemed too beckoned her like beacons home.  Her tired
feet got her there but they were not happy.  Reaching down and taking off
her sandal, Cathy rubbed her tired foot.  The distance sound of the bus
coming up the street raised her spirits, she would be home soon.

   The bus came to a stop at the corner in a cloud of exhaust.  The doors
slid open with a whoosh as the cool air from inside the bus rushed past
her. Climbing up the stairs and dropping her fare into the box she noticed
that the normal driver was on tonight.  He was a man in his late 50's.  He
had lost most of the hair but what was left was black and greasy.  She
guessed that he had been driving buses for years by the spare tire that he
carried around his middle.  Walking past him, she could feel his eyes
following her up the aisle in the big mirror over his head.  Taking her
seat, as far back from the driver as possible, the bus started on to the
next stop.

   The air on the bus was cool and relaxing.  The bus, only sparsely filled
tonight, was quieter then normal.  An elderly couple sitting in the front
row, talked quietly among themselves.  The bus rolled to a smooth stop and
the doors opened to allow the new passengers to get in.  A young couple,
laughing, smiling and holding hands, climbed on and took a seat a few up
from Cathy across the aisle.  They were young and, as far as Cathy could
tell, in lust.

   The couple had no more then sat down when they started kissing.  Cathy
tried not to watch them but it was difficult.  The two hungrily went at
each other.  She watched as the young lady ran her hands through the young
man's hair and down his neck.  The movement of his shoulders told Cathy
that he was moving his hands over the young ladies body below the seat back
which blocked Cathy's view.  As their lips continued to dance over each
other, Cathy could hear the change in their breathing.  With a quick intake
of air the young lady tipped her head back away from the kiss, her eyes
closed, her lips forming a soft "O" as the young man's hands found a
sensitive spot.  Not letting the opportunity pass him by, the young man
lowered his mouth to her throat and kissed his way along it.

   The bus came to a rough stop as Cathy looked up at the bus driver.  He
must have been so occupied watching the young couple in the mirror that he
almost missed the next stop.  The elderly couple sent the two occupied
youth's dirty looks as they climbed off the bus.  As the bus started to
move again, Cathy realized that she was the only person left other then the
young couple.  Sliding down in the seat she tried to make herself
disappear. The young lady looked around quickly and must not have seen
Cathy because she pushed away from her man and leaned down out of Cathy's
view.  The young man shifted and drew in a large, deep breath.  His head
slowly tilted back and leaned on the back of the seat.

   Cindy watched in fascination as she realized that the young lady was
going down on him.  From the way his shoulders moved up and down he must
have had his hands on her head.  From the speed that they were moving the
young lady was working very hard to make the young man finish.  Cindy found
her own hand moving across her midriff, going slowly lower.  As her hand
passed over the jean covered sex she let out a soft sigh as her eyes went
half shut.  The feeling was great.  She did not realize how horny she was.
It had been over a year since she last had sex.  Her last boyfriend had
been a prick and shortly after she had slept with him he had dumped her. 
She was not going to let this happen again, so she had been taking her
current relationship slower.  This act of self protection did not remove
the hormones that still rushed thru her for her new boyfriend.  Watching
this young couple made it worse.

   Opening her eyes when she heard the change in the young man's breathing.
She knew the moment that the young man came from the spasms the moved
through his shoulders.  Cindy found it all exciting.  The question that
rushed into her mind surprised her, "Did she have him cum in her mouth?"
Slowly the young man's body relaxed as his orgasm subsided.  The driver
slowed for the next stop announcing the street name.  The couple, realizing
that they had reached their stop, quickly fixed themselves and made there
way off the bus laughing with each other.  The young man saying, "I can't
believe we did that."

   As the bus pulled away from the stop, Cathy looked out the window for
the first time since the young couple had boarded the bus.  She realized
that she had missed her stop and was miles from her house.  Sitting up
straight she looked around the empty bus.  Getting up she walked toward the
front.

   "I think I missed my stop," Cathy said to the bus driver.

   "I think I missed a few stops of my own," the driver said laughing.

   Cathy knew she was blushing.  She had enjoyed the show so much that she
had forgotten about everything else and so had the driver from the sounds
of it.

   "I have one more stop and a short layover but then I am heading back. 
If you would like to ride with me, we will get you home."

   "I guess I don't have much of a chose." Cathy said.  With that the bus
pulled on to the long, dark road that led to the next stop.  Cathy sat in
one of the front rows and was surprised by the sensation she felt as she
sat down.  Her underwear was drenched.  The couple had really excited her.
Resting her head on the back of the seat, the image of the couple moved
through her mind causing her to let out a soft sigh followed by a shiver.

   "Quite a show they put on?" The driver said startling Cathy from her
private moment.

   Yes, was all she could say.  Looking at the road going by in the bright
headlights, empty of people and cars at this time of night, gave the
illusion that they were alone in the world.

   "I can remember being that age once.  My wife and I were like that.  We
couldn't keep our hands off each other."

   "How long have you been married?" Cathy asked.

   "We were married for twenty years when she passed away, almost three
years now.  Are you married?"

   "No.  I am dating someone."

   "He's a lucky man.  With that body, cute ass and nice titties, I'd love
to have a go at you." The driver said and winked.

   For a moment she had found herself almost feeling sorry for this man's
lost.  Then he made the last comment.  At first Cathy was offended by the
comment but found in her heightened hormonal state that her body reacted to
it.  The thought of having a hard cock thrusted into her right now made the
muscles on the inside of her legs twitch.  A set of rough hands on her skin
and playing with her tits, would be great.  She looked down to see her hard
nipples protruding through the shirt.  What was wrong with me?  This man is
disgusting, she thought.

   Looking up she found the driver staring at her in the mirror.  The look
on her face must have betrayed her thoughts because of the smile that grew
on his reflection.  She wanted to have him in her; this dirty old man.  She
shifted in her seat trying to get the tingling that was growing between her
legs to stop, but it just got worse.  As she finally found a position that
was not torture, the driver pulled the bus into a dark parking lot and
turned off the headlights.  Getting up from his seat, he turned his
attention to Cathy.

   "We have a half hour wait here until I make the return trip," he said
sitting in the seat across from her.  From the look on his face she could
tell that he was extremely turned on by what had happened.  She noticed as
he sat down that his cock was rock hard and plainly visible through his
uniform.  It was good size from the bulge it made.

   "Sorry about that, it's been a long time," the driver said looking down
at the bulge, "I can't do much about it." He said with a laugh.

   Cathy could not believe she was here, with this man.  How could this
have happened to her?  She was so turned on, that she had to do something
to relieve the pressure between her legs.  She was not going to do anything
in front of this man, though.

   "We could help each other out." The driver's voice startled her out of
her thoughts.

   "Excuse me?"

   "We could help each other out," the driver said pointing to his lap. 
"If you are as turned on as I am, you need to do something about it also."

   Cathy didn't like that what the man said seemed as if he had pulled it
out of her head or maybe it was her hand sliding into her lap that gave her
current state away.  Could she really help herself in front of this man? 
It was a big bus maybe they could move to opposite ends or something.

   "So...is it ok?" The driver asked.

   Cathy nodded her head without thinking.  She knew her face was flushed
red as the rush of hormones through her system was almost too much for her.
She heard his zipper being undone and from the smile on his face she knew
that he has removed his cock from his pants.  Letting her eyes drift back
down she found him with his hand wrapped around his cock.  She watched as
he moved his hand up and down the length, his eyes half closed.

   Sliding her hand inside her pants she let her fingers brush against the
light covering of hair on her sex.  The sensation was wonderful.  Her
finger slid between the folds of her pussy and found her swollen clit with
ease.  Closing her eyes she moved her finger in a slow back and forth
movement.  Her whole body tingled.  From the breathing across the aisle the
driver was in the same state.  As she got closer to the orgasm that was
growing in her she had problems keeping up the rhythm of her finger on her
clit because she was so wet.  Opening her eyes, she found the driver
watching her.

   "You are incredible!" He said with a sneer.  "Come stroke this for me?"

   Cathy did not know what came over her but she moved across the aisle and
wrapped her hand around his hardness, stroked its length, felt it pulsing
against her palm.  She lifted her eyes to meet the drivers and watched the
smile spread across his sweaty face.  How could she be sitting here with
this disgusting man's dick in her hand?  She thought to herself.

   The smell of his body filled her head, the mixture of sweat and stale
cigarette smoke.  Moving her hand faster she could see the pre-cum on its
head.  The site of if excited Cathy and she stroked his cock faster.  From
the intake of breath, Cathy knew the driver loved it.  Much to Cathy's
surprise he seemed to grow harder in her hand.  She jumped when his hand
found the back of her head and gently pushed her mouth down on him.  Cathy
felt her stomach turn at the thought of his dick going in her mouth.  As
the swollen head pushed against her lips she thought about stopping.  She
did not want this man inside her but her body betrayed her and her lips
parted to allow him to slide into her mouth.  Letting the hard muscle move
all the way into her mouth she buried her nose in his greasy pubic hairs.
The smell was awful.  This man is a pig, she thought as she felt the first
tremor of her orgasm starting to build in her.

   With her hand and her mouth, she worked the driver closer to his orgasm.
The pictures of the young couple filled her head as she worked.  Her free
hand moved to find her own sex.  Pushing it into her jeans, she let her
fingers slide over the skin and hair to find her wet, wanting clit again.
Moving her fingers, she quickly had herself on the edge of her orgasm.  Her
mind was reeling from the sensation of her finger and the dirty old man's
dick in her mouth.  Finally she could not take it anymore and let herself
come.

   The power of the orgasm took her by surprise at first.  Her legs started
twitching as the warning shock waves moved slowly up her body.  She let out
little gasps around the swollen member that filled her mouth.  The little
noises seemed to inspire the driver as he plunged himself up into her
mouth. She didn't resist the assault as her world was quickly filled with
her own orgasm.  She cried out as it hit her full force.  Her whole body
shook.  Her knees went weak.  The only thing that kept her from falling
over was the driver's hand holding her head on his cock.  As the waves
began to subside and Cathy could think again, she heard the driver grunt,
thrusting hard into her mouth.  He was going to cum.  She didn't like
having men cum in her mouth but she could not move as her muscles were
still jelly from her own orgasm.

   With a loud grunt she felt his orgasm filling her mouth causing her to
choke.  She had never had a man cum so much before.  She tasted the salty,
bitter, strong flavor as it overwhelmed her taste buds.  The warmth and
texture of it disgusted her.  She did not like it but her pussy tingled as
she thought about swallowing it all which she did as fast as she could to
allow herself to breathe.  Continuing to move her head up and down she
pumped out every drop that the driver had.  He mustn't have cum in a long
time from the volume that had filled her mouth.  When his breathing
returned to normal she looked up wiping the last of his cum from her lips.
Sitting back she felt her stomach full of the man's disgusting liquid but
wanted him in her pussy more then ever.

   "That was great but we are not done!" The driver said wiping the sweat
from his head.  Standing up the driver walked to the large bench seat in
the back of the bus.  Cathy stood up and followed.  As she walked she could
feel her juices running down the inside of her legs.  The driver, seated on
the bench seat, watched her as she walked up the aisle toward him.  Cathy
watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid off his pants exposing the
hairy, sweaty body below.  He was covered in a coat of dark hair.  Cathy
liked her men with hairless chests but right know all she wanted was to be
fucked.

   "Take off those clothes and let's see the body that I have been dreaming
about." The driver said.

   Running her hand up her arm and across her exposed shoulder she untied
the top of her shirt exposing the top of her small breasts.  Her hands
trailed down the skin of her neck and chest.  Using just her finger tips
she teased the exposed skin of her tits as her hands continued down to her
small waist.  Grabbing the bottom of her shirt she slowly lifted it off
over her head, dropped it on the floor, and gave the driver a full view of
her tits.  The small fleshy mounds sat proudly on her chest with each
nipple pointing out in hard little nubs.  The driver had his hand wrapped
around his cock, stroking it back to life.  Cathy was surprised to see that
at his age that he could get hard again so quickly.

   Unbuttoning her jeans she turned around and slowly slid them down her
legs.  As they passed her knees she bent over exposing the bottoms of her
drenched underwear to the driver.  Running her hands over her small, tight
ass she shivered as the cool air of the bus hits the wet material covering
her pussy.  Slowly standing up, she turned around and looks at the driver.

   "The underwear." The driver demanded.

   Tentatively, Cathy hooked her fingers on the tops of her panties and
pulled them down.  She watched as the driver followed them down her legs
with his eyes.  She didn't like this man seeing her this way.  Stepping out
of her underwear she moved a hand to cover her sex.  Before she could, the
driver reached out and put his hand over her sex.  His stubby, fat finger
forced its way past the fleshy lips of her sex.  He spread her lips
forcibly with his fingers opening her to his view.  I am going to stop
this, Cathy thought until the fingers found her sensitive spot.

   Her knees tried to buckle as the fingers effectively messaged her clit.
Moaning the holding on to the seat back on either side of her she opened
her legs wider to give him access.  His fingers rubbed mercilessly on the
fragile clit.  Cathy felt the muscles inside her pussy contracting, wanting
to he fill by his cock.

   For the first time since they had started Cathy found her voice, "FUCK
ME," was she said.

   The driver pulled Cathy to him by her waist and positioned her over his
cock.  Cathy closed her eyes and lowered her tight pussy over the swollen
muscle, rubbing it back and forth across her wet sex.  With her hand she
spread the lips apart and aimed his dick inside of her.  With one mighty
thrust she dropped down on it.  The muscles inside her screamed at the
intrusion as the waves of pleasure from it radiated out from her core. 
Starting her motion slow at first, she began to ride him faster and harder.
His cock was not the biggest she had ever had but after a year of nothing
but her finger it felt like heaven.  She rode him hard as the walls of her
pussy milked him with each thrust.

   Placing her hand on his chest the keep her balance she felt the sweaty
skin and hair under her hands.  Why am I doing this, Cathy thought as the
first waves of her next orgasm were starting to build wiping the thoughts
from her head.  Her hand moved to her swollen clit and played with it until
it tingled.  As she was about the cry out with her second orgasm the driver
lifted her off of him.  Cathy opened her eyes and he had her lay on her
back on the bench.  He lowered his face and tried to kiss her.  Turning her
head away quickly his mouth instead found her ear.  His tongue moved around
it and in it, leaving it filled with drool.  The smell of his breath was
awful.  The feel of his sweaty, fat skin against her made her skin crawl
but all she wanted was to be fucked.  This old little cock fucking her was
all she could think of.  What was wrong with her?  She thought.

   Reaching down she grabbed his cock and aimed it again for her pussy
hoping that it would distract him from her ear.  It was slick with her
juices and slid into her easily now that it had been into her once. 
Leaning back the driver grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs up and began to
thrust hard into her.  In this position she could feel his balls slapping
against her ass.  She jumped when she felt his tongue moving over the
bottom of her feet.  Her legs where soon covered in sweat.  His stomach
slipped against the back of her legs with each thrust making a splat noise.
As he continued his sweat flowed down the back of them but Cathy did not
care.  The orgasm she had been close to moments before was beginning to
grow again.  With her ass tilted up in the air, his dick was hitting her
g-spot with each stroke and was starting to move her to the brink.

   Reaching down she placed her hands on his hips and pulled him harder
against her.  Leaning forward, the driver pushed her legs back onto her,
tilting her lovely body up even more.  From this angle he could thrust long
and deep into her.  His face was right over hers.

   "You like me fucking you, don't you?" The driver said as his sweat
dripped down around her.

   Cathy moaned in response as her orgasm was getting to the edge of
breaking.  With a deep breath, her orgasm came in a mighty wave.  Her whole
body shook under the plunging driver.  The muscles in her pussy grabbed
hold of his cock lick a vice grip and pumped it for all it was worth.  She
heard herself cry out as wave after wave of pent up frustration broke over
her.  Looking up into the red face of the driver she knew that this had
been too much for him and he was not going to last.

   Through his ragged breathing he said, "I am going to come all over this
beautiful body."

   With a few more thrust she felt the first of his cum shoot inside her.
Moving quickly he pulled out and stroked himself sending the rest of his
load shooting across her pussy and stomach.  Cathy laid and watched him as
his orgasm came to an end.  Closing her eyes she let the aftereffects of
her orgasm pass through her.  The driver's hands rubbing his cum into her
pussy made her shake every time he got close to her over stimulated clit.
As she felt herself regaining control over her body she opened her eyes to
see the bus driver getting dressed.

   "We need to be getting back.  You had better get dressed." The driver
said as he walked back up to the front of the bus and started the engine.

   Picking up her clothes, all Cathy could smell was the driver's body
odor, the sour smell of cum on her breath and the smell of her own
excitement.  She started to wipe the disgusting man's cum off of her
stomach then stopped.  It would drive her boyfriend crazy if she told him
about this and then let him find the bus driver cum dried on her stomach.
By the time she was dressed the bus was pulling up to her stop.

   "See you tomorrow night?  You won't need a token, I'll deposit one in
you instead," the driver said with a smirk.