BOB’S TALE

I met Bob on a Greyhound bus when I used to go visit my family in
Springfield several years ago. I was newly divorced and didn’t have a
car, so Greyhound was a standard procedure for me to escape the hustle
and bustle of the city on weekends. He was about 52 years old. I was 28
years old. My ex-husband had picked up the kids so I had until Sunday
evening to go out and “play”.

It was summertime so I was dressed scantily, a tight cotton t-shirt and
short shorts. Bob greeted me as I mounted the stairs to the vehicle, eyeing
my round curves with obvious appreciation.

“Hi Dee. Off to play again this weekend?” He teased.

“Yeah, the kids are gone, so I’m escaping for a day or two,” I answered,
squeezing by him toward my seat behind the driver’s seat.

I had my long, bleached blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore
very little makeup except for light green eyeshadow to accent my hazel
“cat” eyes, and bright red lipstick to accentuate my full lips. I leaned
over a little, giving Bob an eyeful of my 38C breasts, then sat up and
crossed my legs and settled back for the 30 minute ride.

Bob had a stocky build, salt and pepper hair, and a clean shaven face. He
always greeted his riders with a warm smile and a kind comment, but he had
grown even “warmer” over the weeks I had been riding the bus with him.

We rode along the highway chatting about the weather, music and finally our
conversation turned personal.

“Is your mother picking you up at the bus station?” He inquired, glancing
at me in the rearview mirror.

“I have to call her when I get in and let her know to come and get me,” I
explained.

“Why don’t you let me give you a lift?” He suggested.

I thought about it and felt comfortable with him, so I agreed to ride to my
mother’s house with him.

We reached the bus station and after checking out, he led me to his white
Lincoln Continental, opened the passenger door for me to get in and we
drove along the country road.

“Why don’t we stop and talk for a minute,” He said.

“Okay,” I answered.

He pulled the car onto a hidden country lane and leaned over toward me,
pulling me close for a deep, passionate kiss.