Month: May 2011

The Bus

It was a hot afternoon that day at the end of summer as Sally returned home from her 20 year high school reunion. She decided to take a bus because she enjoys all the colors of the trees as they prepare for autumn and watching the animals scurry through the woods as they drive through the mountains.

As she approaches the bus to hand the bus driver her ticket, she notices how tall he stands and that his smile is pleasant and genuine. His name tag catches her eye, it simply read ‘Brian’. She was studying him so intently and her hands were full of souvenirs for her daughter, she almost didn’t notice when she accidentally dropped her ticket, as it fluttered to the ground, it landed right at his feet.

She and Brian bent over at the same time to retrieve the fumbled ticket, as they did their heads knocked together with a resounding THUD. As Sally caught her balance, Brian picked up the ticket and said “Sorry, Ma’am – Thanks for choosing Greyhound.” She smiled as she looked into his eyes, she wanted to say ‘Thank You’ but found herself breathless and just nodded with her face blushing from embarrassment.

After everyone had boarded the bus, Brian announced the destinations (with a voice that so deep it made Sally tingle) he pointed out some of the special stops he would be making during the journey. Sally didn’t hear a word he said because she was thinking of other scenery and special stops she’d like for Brian to make, starting with her seat at the very back of the bus.

The Babysitter

[Submitted by Johnny D]

My wife and I live in the valley, just outside of the city. We thought it would be a nice place for a younger couple to raise a family.

We bought a two story house with an attached garage. It needed a few minor cosmetic repairs, but nothing major. After some paint and building a new deck out back, it looked really nice.

My wife Rose, is the manager of one of those upscale resort hotels. She likes the money, but doesn’t like the long hours or the snobs that stay there.

I on the other hand work as an auto technician, so I have the luxury of having set hours.

This was working out very well for us, until one day we decided to have a baby. We’ve been wanting to start a family right from the beginning, that’s why we moved to this area. The problem that we now faced, was finding a babysitter. We both wanted keep our careers. My Mom is able to baby sit for a few hours, but then she has to leave for her job.

Our next door neighbors, Bob and Gail Thomas, have a daughter named, Jenny. She is eighteen and kind of shy. When Bob and I were talking, I told him that I was looking for a babysitter, for our six month old son. He said Jenny was looking to make some extra money, and that I should ask her.

Later that day, the school bus drove up and dropped Jenny off. She went to one of those Catholic schools. She hopped down off the bus, dressed in her schoolgirl uniform. Little black and white saddle shoes, white knee high socks, blue skirt and a white button down blouse. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Bar Room Slut and Stripper

“Do you really have to go out now, Den?” said Janet, her lips forming into a sullen pout, “can’t you stay home just this once? I could make it worth your while!” She playfully lifted her short skirt, giving her husband a quick glimpse of her black lace panties and creamy white thighs.

“Oh, Janet!, you know I always go out for a quick beer on a Sunday lunchtime. It’s like a religion! It’s one of the few times all the guys can get together these days.”

Dennis had to admit, the sight of his wife’s panty covered crotch rarely failed to get his blood pumping. But he had to be strong. He could see that Janet was feeling sexy, and in this mood, if she got her way, he wouldn’t see the inside of his local pub until next week.

“I’ll be back before you know it baby!” he said as he slipped his jacket on and made a movement towards the front door. His wife, though, was not about to give up so easily.

“Fine! I’ll come with you then!”

In a near panic, Den searched his mind for an excuse for her not to join him, but he was a blank.

“You won’t enjoy it much, it’s just a bunch us guy’s talking and drinking”, he said somewhat lamely. But his wife seemed to have made up her mind and was already searching for her coat. He briefly thought about agreeing with her initial demand and dragging her back up to the bedroom for a good session of sex, but he thought that would be too obvious. There really was nothing he could do to stop her now!

Janet had not bothered to change out of her short skirt and thin halter top, and as they entered the dark pub, a few heads turned to look at her. Den could hardly blame them. At thirty four, his wife was still a great looker. Her blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and tumbled over her shoulders in wispy curls. Her legs were long and slender, an extra two inches added to her height with the heeled sandals that she wore and the halter top did little to conceal the ample charms of her breasts. He felt proud when other men looked at her.