The Bus Stop

Debbie hated waiting for the bus. Actually, she hated the bus, period, but her stupid brother had taken the car for the night. It was HIS turn to use the piece of shit Honda their parents had bought them last year. So, he’s out getting blasted with his friends, and she is stuck waiting for the stupid bus downtown, to meet some friends for a movie. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the air was getting chilled, and her little denim skirt and tight tank top were not exactly insulating her body.

A jacket may have helped things, but, in her mind, jackets were useless because they covered up her mammoth breasts, which is the reason she wore her tight shirts anyway. She was a freshman in university, blossoming into woman and her breasts got her attention, made her feel special, hell even got her better grades, she was sure of it. She certainly wasn’t naďve enough to ignore the stereotype she perpetrated or the anti-feminism of her beliefs. She just didn’t give a fuck.
So there she was, waiting in the cold, goose bumps on her legs, nipples as hard as rocks, and no bus in sight. Suddenly, a black mini-van driving down the street toward her slows down, and as it creeps by she glances in at the driver, a guy, who is fully checking her out, before picking up speed and driving away. She couldn’t tell for sure, but he LOOKED cute, maybe in is mid-twenties. But she was no stranger to this drill. Guys were constantly slowing down to check her out (check her tits out, is what she figured). Then they were off, as if that was all they wanted, or were able to do. So she was a little surprised, and a little creeped out, when 2 minutes later she saw the same mini-van slowing as it approached. Experience also told her that those who DID come back for a second look were either old and creepy or young and ugly. When she took a second glance in at the driver of the van, however, she was a little surprised. He WAS cute. He had short, dark hair, a very tanned face. He was smiling at her, not a creepy, leering smile, but a nice smile. There was an unmistakable glint in his eye. Then he sped up again and was gone.

This time, Debbie hoped the mini-van would arrive before the bus did. She enjoyed the attention, and this little game was keeping her mind off how bloody cold she was. Sure enough, around the corner it came. This time, Debbie stood with a hand on her hips, pushing her breasts out slightly, and smiled. Again, the mini-van crawled along, and she got a better look at the guy behind the wheel. Then the van stopped. This took Debbie by surprise, as it wasn’t a part of the game she had planned for. She thought he would just drive around a few times, and then her bus would come. But no, there he was, passenger window rolled down, smiling at her. Then he spoke.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” was all Debbie could think of to say.
“Sorry for bothering you, but you are quite eye-catching, and I couldn’t resist driving around the block a few times to look at you.”
Debbie liked his voice; it was re-assuring, and he seemed genuine enough.
“Thanks, that’s cool.”
“Yeah? Good, I didn’t want to creep you out or anything.”
“No, that’s cool,” she said. He really was quite good-looking, in a Keanu Reeves kind of way – not exactly her type, but there was something about him. He was a bit older, maybe 27, but she liked that.
“Where are you going?”
“Downtown”
“Uh, I am going down there too. Do you trust me enough to get a ride with me?”
Debbie hesitated before she answered. She read the news, heard stories. She didn’t want to be abducted or molested by some psycho. But this guy really did seem nice and cute, and she was pretty sure she had seen him around her neighbourhood. And she was fucking cold. She had an idea.
“Why don’t you drive around the block once more, and I will call my friends so they know what I’m doing, and if it’s cool, I’ll get a ride with you.”
“Good thinking,” he replied, as he drove away.

Debbie called her friends and told them what she was doing; they weren’t surprised, but promised to phone if she hadn’t shown up in an hour. He was back three minutes later, and she climbed inside the van.
“Nice van,” she said, half teasingly. She usually hated mini-vans, but this one was kind of cool. The windows were tinted, and there was only one big seatin the back, with a few cupboards and stuff.
“Yeah, I know,” he said, “I dunno what I was thinking. I actually thought it looked cool. Can you believe that?”
She laughed.
“Not really, but you’ve customized it pretty good.”
“Thanks, it’s comfy.”
The more she talked to him, the sexier he seemed. And he had this tight white t-shirt on that showed off some pretty big muscles, especially his arms. Debbie loved big arms.
“So, do you make a habit of cruising bus stops and luring young women into your customized mini-van?”
“Oh yeah, it’s great.”
Debbie thought he was joking, but couldn’t tell for sure. She decided to play along, as if it were a joke.
“Oh really? And where do you take them?”
“Well, my favourite place is this little park down in the industrial area, near the water. No one knows about, but there is a huge parking lot overlooking the water. It’s quite nice, actually.”
Now Debbie was really unsure. Was he serious? He seemed to have a twinkle in his eyes and she sensed something in his voice that sounded like he was joking. She kept playing.
“Well, are you gonna take ME there?”
“If ya want, I’d love to. You’re a very sexy girl. I would love the opportunity to give my full attention to those beautiful breasts of yours, instead of peeking at them while I drive.”
This took her by surprise. His directness. That, along with his killer smile, actually excited her. She didn’t know, however, if she could go through with this. Having strangers ogle you and compliment you was one thing, but going to an isolated parking lot and fucking them was quite another. But there was something about this guy that made her trust him, and horny at the same time.
“Let’s go.”

They were silent the rest of the way, and she smiled each time he snuck a look over at her tits. She thought she would tease him a bit, and indiscreetly hiked her little denim skirt up a little bit, exposing more of her thighs, and sitting in a way which jutted her tits out in front of her. And she waited to catch him glancing.
“Do you like them?”
“Do I? Ha, to tell you the truth, my dick is stiff just looking at them.”
“Oh really?” She was enjoying teasing him.
“Oh yes.”
She began to rub her hands over her tits, caressing herself and licking her lips. The poor guy could barely keep his eyes on the road. Actually, the feeling of her hands on her breasts and the fact that she was driving him crazy was turning her on even more. She pulled her shirt up and began to really massage her breasts, squeezing her nipples, even moaning a bit, allowing her eyes to close.
“Oh boy, that look nice,” he said, “I love that bra…sexy.”
She was pleasantly surprised that he even notice her new pink bra, and she wondered if he would comment on the matching pink thong she wore under her skirt. Better find out, she thought, as she hiked up her skirt, exposing her skimpy panties and golden thighs for his eyes to feast on.
“Oh wow, I love things that match.”
She cracked a huge grin as she wordlessly began to stroke her thighs, and gently rub her pussy. At a stop sign, he looked over, and she slid one hand inside her pink panties. She was wet already. His eyes bulged and she could she could see him swallow.
“We are almost there,” he said, “why don’t you go in the back and sit on the seat there?”
She smiled, “Ok.”

She sat on the bench seat and caught his eyes in the rear view mirror. Her legs were fully spread now, and as she begin to rub her wet pussy, she wondered if maybe she was turned on more than he was! She took her shirt off, and slid her skirt off. She knew how sexy she must have looked to him, sitting in the back of his van in pink underwear.
“I can’t wait to feel those tits,’ he said, as he leered at her in the rear view mirror.
“Oh yeah, is that all you want to do?” She was in full tease mode.
“I want to kiss them, and lick them, and bite them.”
“That’s better.”
He smiled and turned his head slightly.
“I want to taste all of you,’ he said, as he finally pulled into the parking lot. He drove to the far corner, out of the light, and nearest to the river.
“Before you come back here, I want you to take your shirt off”
He did what he was told. He swiveled in his seat to half face her. She was very impressed with his hard body.
“Is your dick hard?” she purred at him.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Let me see it.”
He smiled again and slid his jeans off. She could see his dick poking through his white boxers. He slid those off, and there it was. It certainly was hard. It was a fair length, but it was nice and thick, just as she liked it.
“Do YOU like it?” He asked.
“Yeah,” she replied, before rubbing her pussy again. “I want to see you stroke it.”
He sat there, slowly stroking his cock, while she played with her pussy and tits.
“Take your bra off,” he demanded.
She unhooked her bra, letting her bountiful breasts fall loose. She took both her hands and massaged and kneaded her tits, squeezing her nipples. He began to stroke his cock a little faster.
“Take your underwear off,” he said.