Mornings

by Joaane

The bus stop is enclosed on three sides, but is open to the elements on the side facing the road. The inside walls are covered in illuminated advertisements all except for one, small, unlit area where the bus time tables are. This would be the one part that would actually be useful to illuminate, but it isn't. Everywhere else has huge faces of models with broad smiles selling cosmetics, phones and the like.

Every work day morning I am here waiting for the bus that only comes every half hour and then only if the driver actually turns up for work. This bus is so unreliable that you have to be here early enough to catch the earlier bus then, if and when, it fails to turn up, there is still a chance of getting to work in time.

I'm eighteen and whilst I'm OK looking I am no oil painting. I've known that I'm gay since I was eleven. It was then that I discovered my clitoris and WOW, I have never looked back. For months I couldn't leave it alone. I was looking at a lot of porn on my computer when I was supposed to be doing homework, but actually I was frigging myself silly over and over. I realized quickly that I wasn't looking at the man fucking in the movies. I only had eyes for the women. I searched out lesbian sex and found my real home.

I was at the bus stop as usual leaning on the illuminated wall in the corner. My bus is every half hour, but the stop also serves other, more frequent buses. People come and boost the group waiting and then leave on the first bus to turn up. This morning I noticed a girl, well a woman really, she was anywhere between twenty and twenty five years old. She was slim and elegant. She wore a pin striped business suit and dark rimmed glasses. Her hair was tied back in a bun. I was instantly in love. Love for me is usually fleeting and hits me in the pussy first.

She took up position in the opposite corner from mine. She caught me looking, "Good Morning," I said.

She nodded in my direction and muttered, "Morning," in reply, but the smile she threw at me hardly reached her face at all.

I thought to myself, "How can I expect to impress this lovely strange woman when she is smart and beautiful and I work at a supermarket with a uniform that is like a gingham table cloth. You can see nothing of my shape. I could have no figure at all, or I could be a man for all she cared.

Girls like me have a sexual attraction control like a dimmer switch that they turn up or turn down at will. For me this woman had hers turned well down. She was leaning against the wall with one shoulder angled away from me. She had her legs crossed also away from me and she had her arms folded across her chest and her eyes stared, unseeing, at the floor. That is as switched off as a girl gets. People came and went, both male and female with no effect on her at all.

We were alone, clearly waiting for the same bus. Then the tarty woman from my street arrived with her daughter of about seven or eight years old. She nodded in my direction. I threw a very brief smile at her. My dimmer switch was at zero. The tart always wore a skirt too short for her age and a low cut top showing miles of cleavage. I don't know what happened, but the new love of my life started to turn the dimmer switch up. She stood up, no longer leaning and stood tall on her heels. The arms unfolded and when the tart looked at her she smiled a broad beautiful smile. I was gutted, "Surely she couldn't fancy the tart over me," I thought. The dimmer switch turned up still further, her back was ram rod straight, her breasts strained against the closely fitted suit jacket. She unconsciously flicked her hair and I swear she licked her lips.

The bus arrived and the door opened. I could see the driver's eyes widen when he saw the cleavage, "Good morning Betty," he said. Betty reacted by pretending to stumble flashing even more of her breasts. I was treated to a flash of her thong as it appeared at her pussy and then disappeared between her bum cheeks, no doubt to reappear nearer to her waist. The light of my life showed no interest and instead took hold of the girl at the waist to give her, unnecessary, help to board the bus. "My god, it is the girl that has lit her up," I thought. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew my gay radar never fails. She likes little girls. Well, don't we all."

The tart climbed the stairs followed by the girl, then my lover and then me. I got another flash of thong, more than before. I saw the narrow strap of red material running up her crease. Not a sight I would recommend. My lover was more interested in the little white panties of the girl. I was treated to the same panties, but I could also see the thighs of my lover and was treated to a fleeting flash of stocking top. The inner thigh, whilst it is not exactly her pussy, it is none the less a private place. It caused a warm tingle in my pussy. I was wet as I followed the threesome towards the rear of the top deck. The tart swung into a seat and the girl sat beside her. My lover passed them both and sat down just one seat behind them on the other side. She didn't slide in on the double seat to the window. Instead she sat on the outer part.

I sat on my own, behind all of them. I did slide fully into the seat and sat by the window. I knew that I would be the last one to have someone come up and sit next to me. Unless there was a nutter on board, I always got the nutter, but not today. The little girl swung round in her seat to look at and smile at the lady that had helped her onto the bus. The act of turning had pulled her dress up so that I and the woman had a perfect view of a little white triangle of cotton panty. I confess my pussy liked it. I was right behind my lover and being close to the window I could see beyond her to see what she could see. She had her dark stocking clad legs crossed towards the girl. My breath caught in my throat. Both mine and my lover's dimmer switches were at full brilliance.

I watched as my lover slowly uncrossed her legs. She spread them very briefly to the extent that her skirt would allow and closed them again. How much the little girl saw I could only guess at, but the girl smiled broadly and joined in the game. She turned further in her seat and spread her little legs. She innocently showed us full view of her gusset and most of her bottom before closing them again and giggling aloud. The tart turned and looked over her shoulder to see what was going on, but by then there was nothing going on, except my lover was sticking her tongue out at the girl. Her mother assumed the tongue pulling was the cause of her girl's giggles and faced front again.

We arrived at the tart's stop. She ushered the girl to her feet and guided her towards the stairs. She staggered to the motion of the bus as she walked unsteadily holding the girl by the hand. He girl turned and waved. They then disappeared down the stairs. My lover slid up to the widow and looked out to watch the little girl walking along holding her mother's hand. She was now sat in front of me and so I could only see the back of her head, but I knew that her dimmer switch, like mine, was once again at zero.

The morning routine was improved by the excitement of hoping to see the tart and her child, but each morning the mood slumped again when our bus arrived before she did. It was not until the next week that she finally turned up. I was in my usual corner and my lover was in her usual place as far from me as she could get. It was the rapid upping of her attractiveness that alerted me. My dimmer switch spun to max as well when I saw Betty, with her very short skirt and huge cleavage tottering on her heels towards the bus stop. This time the little girl was joined by a little boy, he was older than the girl, but not much.

My lover was smiling and pulling tongues at the children both of whom were reacting in exactly the same way. Then suddenly the girl shook at her mummy's hand and called out in a loud whisper, "I want to wee Mummy," she said. The tart tutted and was about to chastise her when I spoke. "There are bushes behind the shelter," I said, "I will take her if you have your hands full." She looked at me and only saw the uniform and then saw the geek, the harmless geek everyone saw when I was in uniform. "OK," she said. My lover hated me at that moment. "I'll help," she said. She came round the outside of the shelter, but once on the grass her heels sank into the ground. She was forced to stop and watch from the corner. I pulled the girl's white panties down and supported her bottom. Her flow was fast and strong. When the flow stopped I stood her up and taking the tissue from up my sleeve I gently and very slowly wiped her pussy dry. She smiled as she enjoyed the feelings I was giving her. I pulled up her panties and put my hand onto her pussy, feeling the dry softness of the cotton against her warm pussy. I knew what my warm hand would feel like to her. I smiled at her to assure her. She smiled sweetly back I then patted her on the pussy and said, "There you are, all done."

This time on the bus I was sat where I knew my lover could see me and I sat there sniffing at the tissue. She now knew that I liked little girls as well. I looked over and for the first time she was smiling. Her dimmer was turning up.

The next morning I was in my usual corner of the bus stop when my lover appeared. This time she greeted me with a cheery "Good morning." She came to me and leaned on the wall, this time, facing me, no sign of her dimmer switch. "Yesterday was amazing wasn't it?" she said.

I was under no illusions, I knew she was trying to get to the girl through me, but I didn't care, I wanted both of them.

"Do you mean the little girl?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," she said, "I didn't mean the mother."

I laughed out loud, "No," I said, "I thought you might have meant me. I've fancied you since I first saw you."

"Really, I had no idea," she said treating me to her impossibly white and very even smile.

"You barely noticed me, this uniform does that, but it does seem to get me trusted as if no lesbian, specially one that likes little girls would ever be a checkout girl."

"I saw that," she said, "I saw the way the mother trusted you and allowed you to take the girl round the back."

The conversation was stopped as the tarty woman with the two kids arrived.

"Good morning," I said.

"Oh, hello again," Betty said with a big toothy smile and a wiggle that was wasted on me, I'm gay not desperate. She lives in my street and has shagged most of the men around.

The little girl smiled at me and as if we had arranged it and exactly on cue, she said, "Mummy, I want to wee again."

Her mother, in a flash of anger said, "Oh no, you have just been before we came out."

"I know, but I want to go again."

"OK, I'll take you if this nice lady will keep an eye on David."

"No, I want the lady to take me," the girl said in that pleading voice that only children can manage.

The tart looked at me, "Do you mind?" she asked.

I nodded agreement and took the girl by the hand.

"I'll act as look out," said my lover, "You wouldn't want to be spied on."

I took the girl around the back and into the bushes. I pulled her cotton panties down and supported her bottom as she squatted down. There was no gushing flow of water as before. In fact there was no flow at all. I allowed my hands to stray to the centre and feel her pussy. She gasped slowly as I rubbed it with my thumbs. Her little knees wobbled as she squirmed. She stood up and as I wiped her pussy with my tissue very slowly, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. I pulled her panties up and patted her pussy as before. She held on tightly to my neck not wanting to let go and my patting then turned to caressing. She purred with pleasure. I had to pull her hands off my neck. She didn't want it to stop. "There you are, all done," I said, in case anyone was listening. As soon as we returned to the shelter she ran and took hold of her mother's hand again. She turned and smiled at me. My pussy tingled and my panties were wet.

The bus arrived. I watched her all the way up the stairs. My lover, who I now knew was called Julie, was also watching the little panties. There was a mark on them. "Was it a finger mark or was it wetness?" I remembered that my thumb had been there and I may have marked the panties. A flash of fear hit me, "What if her mother saw them before washing them and would she know it was an adult finger?"

Julie and I quickly became friends and allies. We made a determined effort to befriend Betty and of course Zoe and David. Betty was known locally as a sex mad slapper. She was clearly flattered to be friends with us. I suspected that she is tri-sexual that is to say she would try anything sexual. I was confident that we could eventually have both her and the lovely little Zoe. I knew from experience the fun you could have seducing a straight woman and how wild they are once they have had an experienced tongue on and in their pussy.

Betty doesn't turn up every morning. We never knew when she would be in time for the bus and when she wouldn't. The sexual anticipation had me wet and tingly. Julie and I would be arm in arm, in our corner, kissing and touching each other whenever we were alone. The danger of being caught by other passengers added to the thrills. Many a time I got my hand out of her panties and dropped her skirt just in time. Her gasping would continue silently until her heartbeat returned to normal and then when a bus arrived and the assembled group boarded it. We would lock onto each others faces and paw at each others pussies again. We would reach our climax and hold each other through our collective orgasm or if our bus arrived, we would board the bus and go the back of the top deck where we could continue to make love unseen.

It was just the mornings. Somehow we had no interest in knowing each other any better or seeing each other at any other time. I didn't want to meet and develop a relationship. It was the excitement of our secret liaison, our snatched excitements amid the boring normality of the morning journey to work, the exciting danger of being caught, the anticipation of wonderful sex, the ups and downs of success and failure. Having to suppress an orgasm because the bus stop suddenly became crowded, these things always had my pussy throbbing wonderfully and weeping copiously. I often had to lean on the wall for support.

The best mornings were when Betty turned up with little Zoe. She was easy to flatter. Julie was very good at it and very sexy in her business suit and so when she made the running Betty responded smiling and flicking her hair. Julie took every opportunity to admire Betty's breast, legs and bottom, which were clearly the parts that she was most proud of. This had her smiling and posing. The suggestion that she should be a model and that her lovely body should not be wasted fell on grateful ears. Julie undid her suit jacket to show Betty her much smaller breast. They may have been smaller but they were very pert and the nipples stood out, pushing at her white blouse. I saw Betty's face redden and I saw her nipples come out to play they were huge in proportion to her breast. She was in denial but she was aroused. As they chatted they leaned on the wall very close together. I heard Julie speak, she was so close to Betty's ear that her lips brushed against it, "Have you every kissed a woman?" she asked.

I said to Zoe, "Come with me, Mummy is busy."

I looked for objection from Betty, but she nodded and waved me away. Through the corner of my eye as I took Zoe out of the shelter I saw Julie take hold of Betty's head and kiss her on the lips.

There was no pretense in the bushes that morning, I crouched down and Zoë kissed me on the lips and threw her hand arms around my neck. I slipped my hand down the waist band of her panties and searched her slit. I found her little clitoris and played with it. Her little knees shook and her grip on me tightened. I could feel as well as hear her little heart pounding. Her breath was gasping into me ear in an ever increasing pitch. Until in one long gasp she hit her orgasm. She whispered, "I love you," in my ear. She trotted off to her mother. She was embarrassed, not from the sex, but because she had just declared her love.

On the bus Betty and Julie went straight to the back seat. I took Zoë and sat in front of them, giving them some privacy. I knew that the experienced Julie would have her hand on and in Betty's pussy. Betty was losing control and little gasps kept escaping in her unguarded moments. What she couldn't have seen was that Zoë, who had her head on my shoulder, had her hand through the buttoned front of my uniform and was down my panties and playing with my bush. I tried to readjust, but short of lying back and spreading my legs I couldn't give her better access. I came copiously without her ever touching my pussy. My hand was up her short skirt and the leg of her panties caressing her slippery and very smooth pussy.

We arrived at their stop. I waited with the breath stuck in my throat waiting for Betty to take Zoë from me, but she didn't. The bus set off again. I now unashamedly spread my legs wide. Zoë slipped her hand into my slit and found my clit. I sank down in the seat luxuriously enjoying the little hand. I heard Julie clear her throat and speak on her phone. She was talking as if she was desperately ill. She told her employer that she would not be in. We all laughed at her acting ability. It was then my turn.

We waited together in the bus station café for the return bus. We had planned to go to Betty's flat. We learned all about Betty while we waited, she hardly stopped talking long enough to take breath. She was on welfare, but she also got money from Zoë's father in support. She sometimes looked after David, her sister's boy in the school holidays but not every day. She did some pole and lap dancing for cash in hand and sometimes did extras. This was only when her sister could baby sit. She loved showing off her body. She had been bi curious for some time but had never tried it until now. She was both embarrassed and very aroused. Waiting for the bus was torture for her. Zoë was happy to wait, feeling grown up to be part of the quartet. She knew her mummy had men visiting, but was banished from the room and didn't see what went on.

After what seemed like an age the bus came thundering out of the garage where it had been cleaned and into the station. While we had been in the café a crowd of people had been waiting around the stop. As soon as the door opened they crowded onto the bus. By the time we got onto the top deck all the private places, at the rear where everyone else is facing away from you, were occupied. We had to sit innocently in the full glare of everyone behind us all the way to our stop.

We walked towards Betty' apartment nervously with Betty and Zoë walking in front hand in hand, we followed looking like an odd couple. She tapped a code into the key pad at the front door to the flats, which buzzed and opened. I for one was grateful to be inside. The ride up in the lift was spent nervously smiling at each other.

Betty got glasses and wine from her kitchen as soon as we entered. She poured drinks and sat us all down in her living room, even Zoë got a glass. She put music on and sat down. She looked from one of us to the other and asked, "What now?"

The room was small, warm and intimate. The leather suite and the TV almost filled it. The music came from a music centre on the other side of the fake stone fireplace.

"Why don't you show us your lap dance?" Julie asked.

Betty giggled and clearly liked the idea. She stood up and turned up the music and put her glass on the mantelpiece. She had her back to us. She had bottle blond hair, an hourglass figure and long legs. She gyrated to the music still with her back to us and holding onto the mantelpiece. She wore a semi transparent blouse that showed her bra strap. Her skirt was loose and flowing showing very little. She turned slowly around, undoing the blouse as she did so. Her enormous tits stood out proudly from her flat stomach. He blouse disappeared. She leaned over me, waving her cleavage at me. She gyrated from side to side and from back to front in a hypnotic dance. She undid the waistband of her skirt, which fell to the floor. She stood tall and pushed her hands and arms through her hair and slowly turned showing her body at its best. The huge tits pushed tightly together. Her chest and stomach stretched showing the single navel stud. The lace thong and suspender belt matched the bra. We saw the small triangle of material disappear between her legs to reappear as she turned to form an even tinier triangle at her waist. The audience was drinking heavily as they watched. Her hands reached behind and the bra flew off. I was so wet and for the first time I wanted to fuck this girl.

She turned and bent over away from us. The sight of the thong strap running up her crease, that so disgusted my on the bus, now had electric fingers running through my pussy. She pulled the thong slowly down at the back showing her smooth pussy clamped shut like a hamburger with its rippling meat in the centre. She stood and turned. The thong came down to show a totally smooth pussy.

I was gone. I pushed her onto a chair and spread her lovely legs. I dived full faced into her pussy. I lapped at her and sucked her clitoris and fucked her with a well practiced tongue. By the time I thrust my fingers into her was already at her orgasm with her back arched and screaming, "YES," repeatedly at the top of her voice.

Julie's suite had disappeared and she was dressed only in a black bra, panties, stocking and suspenders. As I dived onto her mother Zoë had started her little version of her mother's dance. She had stripped naked and was now lay on a chair with her legs spread. Julie was kneeling on the floor and licking at a very young pussy. Zoë wasn't far behind her mother. She screamed with her back arched through a very powerful orgasm that shook her whole body.

Betty had her daughter locked onto and suckling her clit while she gently stroked her hair. I was now naked and had Julie fucking me with all her fingers and expertly holding me at my climax until I spurted my juices all over her. Over the following days and weeks we all sucked and fucked each other.

I look forward to the mornings now.