bus journey

When she set off on her usual Thursday shopping trip Jo had no idea how much her view of life was to change. All she had planned was to go to Tesco’s, get a weeks supply of food and maybe stop off in the cafeteria for a coffee while she read the Daily Mail. All she had on her mind was the normal humdrum things of life. Because the sun was shining outside she decided to wear a knee length black skirt with a loose white blouse. It wasn’t see through so she felt safe in not wearing a bra. An open black jacket top completed the job.

She was in her early sixties, though to look at you would never guess. Not slim, not fat she was what you could call a trim lady. Very pretty in her youth she had matured into a very elegant woman who showed grace whenever she walked into a room. Five foot three with luxuriant long dark hair her dark brown eyes gave off an air of knowledge that was sensuous in it’s own right. She had been very content with life having married in her late teens to her first boyfriend. They had grown through life together without having any major upsets. No children had left them free to pursue their respective careers making them reasonably comfortably off. Jo had retired as such three years earlier and now contented herself as a housewife without too many responsibilities during the day and looking after her beloved in the evenings. The only lingering fault he had in her mind was that he was very insecure and this led to him being too possessive. Because Jo had never even fancied any other man she put up with it and wished she could only make him realise his possessiveness was all on false grounds. Until this particular day.

As she climbed aboard the bus her only concern was finding a seat as it was it’s normal packed state. She reached up to hold herself steady when she saw that there were no seats on the bottom deck. Just as she had resigned herself to a ten minute journey in this strenuous position the man sitting directly in front of her stood up like a gentleman and offered his seat to her. This was a very unusual occurence and she blushed lightly as she accepted the offer. As she made herself comfortable she thanked the man wthout expecting anything other than an acknowledgement. However she could not help but notice his eyes staring directly into hers as he spoke.

¨Please. It is both an honour and a priviledge for me.¨

She blushed even harder.

Her mind started racing. She could not understand why she suddenly felt like a teenager again. She hadn’t felt this way in years. What was so special about this man. Pretending to look beyond him through the windows on the far side she couldn’t help but let the corner of her eye make a note of him.

He was maybe ten years younger than her. Not slim but definately not fat. A little taller and wearing light tan trousers, dark tee shirt with John Lennons face on it and a black leather jacket. Much against her good judgement she glanced up at his face and he was staring direct into her eyes. He remained silent as their eyes stayed locked. After fifteen seconds she could see a slight smile slowly growing on his face. She smiled in return. As if their was no one else within a mile of them they kept this contact up for what seemed hours then slowly she saw his eyes leave hers and agonisingly slowly he was looking down. She had no choice but to follow suit and look to see what he was looking at. She looked at the Lennon face with a New york sign below it. She knew this was not the centre of his attention. Her gaze continued lower and then she saw it. She could not remember the last time she had seen a man aroused in his trousers but she knew full well that it wouldn’t have been as pronounced as it was now.