Seriously who wants to read that shit? I mean it was pretty easy to do and the only real pain in the ass factor about it was sweeping and vacuuming up the trail of cushioning it left behind.

So with that in mind I say morals be damned! I feel the need to write and this personal story is all I have to work with.

You see, yesterday as I was running around doing my Christmas shopping, cute bus driver lady and I had a �moment�.

That�s right folks, Miss �I got a great smile and I�m so damn cute you want to rub up against me� bus driver and I shared a special �moment� together.

This affair started simple, a day of shopping in mind and a bus I must take to accomplish this task. I waited anxiously on that cold street curb, dancing in place to keep warm, waiting for my bus to whisk me off to the store. Finally the familiar deep, rumbling roar of the Caterpillar engine that is synonymous with the bus echoed off the buildings, a soft whisper of a sound growing as the bus approached closer. I look to my left and sure enough there is the bus stopped at the street corner not more then thirty feet from me.

Rolling to a stop in front of me the double doors open with a soft hissing sound and there sat the sweet bus driver lady. Her long chestnut colored hair curling softly down her back, framing her face. Cheeks full and high, hinting at a lovely smile that would light up those vibrant green eyes. A true beauty I declared in my head as I made my way up those three small steps.

Turning her head from the clip board that keeps all her transactions neatly ordered. She looked at me with a longing smile, a soft giggle emitting from her lips and I do believe a slight hint of a blush came to her cheeks.

Oh my, a true beauty indeed.

She tried covering up her nervousness with me by asking where I was going, but I could see it in her eyes. She was unable to look directly in my eyes, always focusing on something away from me. I could hear her breath quickening, a sign her heart was a flutter at the mere sight of me. Looking down between her supple thighs I notice a small patch of wetness was forming.

She spilled her hot coffee, what a shame.

I smiled knowingly; not wanting to shame this lovely bus lady for her feelings can not be helped. I could not though help but take advantage of this situation, play the �game� a little if you will. I leaned in ever so close to her, never quite touching her, but I know the heat of my skin caresses her like a lover�s touch. My lips so close to her ear that they lightly brush the soft skin as I whisper, �Meijer, if you please.�

My voice was a soft, deep rumble that I�m sure echoed in her ears. I assume this for she held her breath in anxious anticipation of my words, then released it in a long, shuddering breath when I finally spoke those four little words.

Closing my eyes I drew in a deep breath through my nose, inhaling her scent and filling my being with the lovely scent that is sweet bus driver lady. Without another word I stood back up and casually moved to the back row of the bus. I sat there casually watching the scenery pass by, but her sneaking looks at me through the rounded mirror above her head did not escape my notice.

I could sense a hint of hesitation rising in her as we drew closer to my destination. A certain desperation filled her eyes, I could see she was dreading the moment I walked off that bus. The moment that very well could be me walking out of her life�forever.

As I ventured through the store my mind would wonder to my alluring bus driving temptress. Her hair was so soft when it caressed my cheek, the smell of her skin a perfect unison of soap and flowers, that soft giggle like light tinkling wind chimes on a hot summer�s day. The bronze shade of her silky skin teasing me with thoughts of nibbling bus tokens out from between her perfect, round bosom. Long shapely legs with delicate little feet resting just under the pedals rising up to what I could only imagine had to be a perfectly heart shaped ass.

I must have her!

I clenched a packet of ring dings as thoughts of her naked form danced in my head. I passed row after row of hamburger buns and wondered wistfully what it would be like to sink my teeth into that ass that could only be round, firm, yet mysteriously soft to the touch. Passing the raisins I wondered if her nipples crinkled in the crisp air and would my warm mouth appease them to a firm, proud stance. Pushing my cart along I came across the taco dinner kits and wondered�.is this a Mexican food kind of night?

I shook my head violently to help clear my thoughts.

NO!

Nay I say to you taco dinner kit! I will not partake in your Mexican goodness! Instead I choose mini bagel pizzas, the food of the gods!

Finally my purchasing of the find goods of Meijer was done and I was to be on my way again. Back on to the bus that my head hopes she is not there, but my heart yearns that she is. I sat there on the bench made of wire, leg bouncing nervously as I watched outside the glass doors for my bus. Again the familiar deep rumble of the Caterpillar engine filled my ears. My ride had arrived.

As those double doors open with a soft hiss, I slowly looked up and my heart skipped a beat. It was she, my alluring bus driving temptress!

Judging by the gleam in her eyes my feelings of joy upon the sight of her was mutual. No words where exchanged as I dropped my change into the money catching receptacle. They where not needed, the look in our eyes, our body�s reactions where all we needed to speak for us.

The bus ride back was quiet, comforting, a dream like state that neither one of us wanted to wake from. My heart sank when the bus rolled to a stop at my final destination, it had been good, but the time was past. I could hear the occasional soft sob when she turned her face from that rounded mirror above her. It was all too much for her, but she tried keeping such a strong face when ever she would look back at me.

Such a brave, sweet bus driving lady.

Before my first foot could touch the ground, her voice like the harmony of angels spoke to me.

Sweet Bus Driving Lady: What cologne is that you are wearing?

ME: That would be of the brand Preferred Stock madam.

Sweet Bus Driving Lady: It smells really nice. I was meaning to tell you that when you where on the bus earlier, but�well.

That�s when I turned back to her. I moved back up the steps to stand next to her as I looked down upon the visage that is this angel. My hand instinctively reached for her cheek, casually brushing some errant hair away from her face, cupping her warm cheek in my hand. She closed her eyes and cooed softly as she leaned her cheek into my hand and rubbed it back and forth slowly.

I leaned in to once again fill my senses with her intoxicating scent, pausing just mere inches from her neck as I soaked it all. The stutter in her breath, the goose bumps on her skin, I could tell my closeness and my hot breath on her skin was exciting her. That�s when I leaned in and whispered in my soft, deep, rumbling voice.

ME: I wore it�just for you.

She let out a sharp gasp as she pulled away and looked deep in to my eyes. The sincerity of my words showed bright and true to her. I could see at that very moment that her heart was mine, head over heels and she was mine. That is when I roughly grabbed her shoulders and stood her up in front of me, shaking her a bit as I spoke in a rushed tone.

ME: Listen you. You�re falling for the wrong guy, see. How do you know I�m not the kind of guy who will stomp a mud hole into your heart then use it as latrine. Or what if I�m the kind of guy who suggests a three way with you and your sister. Or, god forbid, I�m the type of guy who leaves his skivvies all over the bathroom floor with skid marks bright against the white fabric of my fruit of looms. I�m not, mind you, but just�.you know what I mean!

In this crazy mixed up world people like you and me just aint meant to be, see. You the alluring bus driver lady, me with my crazy mixed up world of laziness and love for Kevin Smith films. It just doesn�t mingle, see! I�m the kind of guy who could fill up an entire day playing internet backgammon while surfing for porn. I�m the kind of guy who would channel surf at lighting speeds giving you motion sickness because I can�t stand those damn Old Navy commercials! Hell I�m the kind of guy to write long, bullshit ramblings about made up love affairs with strange woman just because a line like �nice cologne� gives him an idea.

I�m crazy I tell you, crazy!

So you just get back in that air cushioned seat and drive off into the sunset. Don�t look back; don�t wonder what if because you know that will only haunt you for the rest of your days. I don�t know if a crazy love like ours could ever work and frankly I�ve got to pee so I�m not willing to stick around and risk ruining a decent pair of pants. All I know is that our moments together have been special and I shall cherish them like how I cherish my priceless DVD collection. And know this, one day when I�m playing hide the salami with some mixed up blind girl I�ll accidentally scream out your name just as she applies the turtle wax to my buttocks.

Our love, though fleeting, will always be with me.

Now go. GO!

I stood at that cold road side curb and watched the bus disappear into traffic knowing I�ll never see my temptress again.

Sweet bus driver lady, you will always be in my thoughts and in my heart.

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