What a Bus Trip

The bus wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I had a whole row to myself. I always thought a bus was louder but there was just a soothing rumble coming from the engine. The seats were large and comfortable. I was very happy about the whole experience seeing that I had a 31-hour ride ahead of me. I was going home for Thanksgiving. The Army had taken me so far away from my family and I was trying to keep some normalcy in my life by making it back for the holidays.

I tried to sleep at first but wasn’t able too. I did not have much with me and this was back in the days before there was data on cell phones, so all a phone could do was call. I only mention this because if this story would have taken place today, it would not have happened this way.

So, I watched people get onto the bus and awkwardly find a seat, and occasionally they would move around but luckily for me my row stayed open for a long time. I would say we were about halfway across the country, when she got on the bus. She had brown hair down to her shoulders, that framed her face. I would guess she was in between 30 and 35. She was not skinny but very attractive. Her eyes were sad but had been painted thoroughly with makeup to impress. Wherever she planned to go, she was dressed for success, but it doesn’t seem her night went as planned because she had obviously been crying.

She looked out of place on a bus full of people that were dressed for comfort. She was wearing a tight dress that hugged her curves. Voluptuous would be the best word to describe her. The material was so thin that I was surprised it was not see-through. But you could very clearly see that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were about where you would expect a larger girl’s breasts to be. You could see her nipples although I do not believe they were hard.

I was against the window on the left side of the bus, and I watched her settle in the isle seat of the right side. I could now see her legs. And wow, I could see a lot of her legs, because the dress may have been a shirt that was just pulled down. I am sure that was not the case but that is the only thing I thought when I saw the length. And she was wearing platform heels that were the same color as the dress.

She took no time at all taking the heels off and rubbing her feet. She was sniffling as if she had completed crying minutes before she got on the bus.

To this day I can’t tell you why I asked what I did. I want to say it was because I care about people and like helping, but there is a part of me that really just thinks I asked because of overwhelming nosiness. But no matter what the reason, I asked, “Are you alright? Anything I can help you with?”

Her hand stopped rubbing her foot and she turned her head towards me, cocked to the side. She just looked at me for what felt like an eternity but in reality, it was only about 3 or 4 seconds. “Maybe.” She said with a half-hearted smile.

I realized that I asked two questions and I wasn’t sure which one she had answered.

“Where are you going?” she asked

“Home.” I said

She laughed a little and said, “Are you getting off at the next stop or continuing?”

“Oh, continuing.” I said realizing I had answered wrong the first time.

“Good.” She said smiling and nodding her head.

“Is it?” I asked, not knowing what we were talking about anymore.