*Based on a word, place, or thing, I’ll write a scene.  The focus of today’s scene is the ‘bus stop.’  So, here’s my story centering around the bus stop.  At the end of the scene, I’m asking you to tell me what you think happens next.

Paz

The Bus Stop

By Paz Edwards

www.PazEdwardsBooks.com

Copyright © 2008 | All rights reserved

John loosened his tie as he looked out his office window and watched the people and activity below.  Cars whizzed by as some pedestrians waited for the light.  Other impatient ones foolishly risked life and limb by jaywalking.

One driver beeped his horn with vigor when he almost hit a jaywalker – a distinguished-looking gentleman with wavy white hair, dressed in a long black winter coat. The pedestrian didn’t react, except to give the driver the one finger salute without breaking his stride across the street.  Unscathed, his feet touched the curb on the other side of the street and John watched him disappear down the subway stairs.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to the bus stop across the street from is window.  He watched with the patience of a bird watcher, except that he was on the look out for a female species of the human kind – tall, voluptuous, with a mop of black curly hair and a sultry smile that caught his attention even from his office on the sixth floor of the twenty-story high-rise building.

Sharp eyes focused on the ground below and within a few seconds, the sight of the person for who he searched, rewarded his patience.  She walked with confidence, charm and femininity.  He could watch her move around all day – well her and the football games, all day.

Covered in a big gray coat, with a vibrant pink scarf wrapped securely around her neck, she seemed warm enough, but the need to wrap his arms around her and personally warm her up overwhelmed him.

Better yet, he could envision them generating heat of their own in his bed – beneath the sheets, on top of the sheets, or without the sheets.  Any which way would work for him, as long as he had her in his arms.

At the thought of their body contact, enjoying a good fuck, his dick hardened and lengthened some more.  The space in his pants became tight so that he had to adjust himself carefully.

He’d never met this beautiful object of his lust before, yet it struck him that there was something sweet and precious, something hot and delicious about her.  With great interest, he watched as she reached the bus stop and greeted the other passengers there.  They were regular commuters who waited for the bus daily and he noticed that they normally spoke with each other as they waited for their bus.

Her face broke out in laughter in reaction to something a woman standing next to her must have said.  The sight of the object of his attention laughing made his stomach clench and his dick jerk.  Damn!  He’d give anything to hear the sound of her voice and laughter.

He’d been watching her for the past six months and remembered when he’d first seen her.  It happened one day when after working hours without a break, he’d needed to get up and stretch – get the kinks out of his shoulders and the lead out of his feet.  He’d walked to the window with no particular purpose in mind, other than to have a change of scenery and rest his eyes from staring at numbers on the computer screen.  Just when he looked out his window, he spotted the woman who’d intrigued him.

She’d walked down the sidewalk, like the other pedestrians, and then suddenly, she stopped, stretched her arms out, and twirled around and around. Then she snatched her hat off her head and threw it up in the air.

Her unusual and unexpected action made him laugh.  It was like a scene from the old Mary Tyler Moore Show, where the television sitcom actress had done the very same thing.  Even funnier was the fact that no one paid attention to this attractive woman on the street.  They’d simply sidestepped her, minding their own business, and kept walking.

Amused, he shook his head and chuckled.  The woman was big boned, as his mother would describe, but she moved with grace.  She bent down to pick up her hat and his eyes fixated on her shapely backside.  Never into big women – what did they call themselves nowadays… Plus-sized women!  Yeah, that’s it, plus-sized – he surprised himself by having an attraction to her. 

After his first sighting of her, he made it a point to take a break at four everyday, and look out the window for her.  A strange type of excitement shot through his body when he saw her everyday, even from afar.

His dick stirred and he rubbed it absentmindly, as if to soothe it.  He imagined the pleasure he’d get, if given the chance to have her in his bed.   He’d love to spread her legs open and check out her hot cunt.  Did she have a bushel of hair covering it or did she shave herself clean?  Or did she go for the Brazilian wax?

He wanted to play with her.  Using his finger, he’d glide it across her labia and the around her smooth and slippery clit, circling it, wanting to see how wet with her sweet honey he could get her before she came.

Then he’d taste her, lick her from front to back.  He swore to himself, he wouldn’t let a single drop of her sweet essence go to waste.  The mere thought of tasting and eating her out made him hungry and thirsty.  He rubbed his throat and swallowed.  His Adam’s apple moved, as if in agreement with him.  Staring at her, he had a strong feeling that she probably tasted as sweet and delicious as she looked.

He snapped out of his musings, just in time to see her stop and talk to a woman before she reached the bus stop.  In alarm and concern, he watched as she covered her face.  Her shoulders slumped over and shook.  It was obvious she was crying.  She’d probably received some bad news and his heart expanded in sympathy for her.  His heart?  Wait a minute, his mind protested.  When did his heart get involved after watching a woman walk to the bus stop every day?

He hadn’t spoke to her yet, but he knew that she was a woman who could capture his heart.  Damn, this was a crazy thought!  Where were these feelings coming from?  How could he feel this way for someone he’d never met, much less spoken to before?

His eyes moved away from her, to look down at his shaking hands.  His heart beat so hard that he had to place a hand over it.  Each thump he felt against the palm of his hand jarred his senses.  Looking back out the window again and focusing on the woman who caused this unwanted havoc with his senses and heart, he watched as she said a few words, and the leaned forward to give the woman a hug.

Her bus arrived and she followed in line behind the other commuters, boarding the bus.  He adjusted the hard bulge in his pants, a second time, and slowly blew out a breath.  This watching game of one-sided watching game was getting ridiculous.  He couldn’t keep lusting after this beautiful stranger, especially from afar.  He was going to have to do something about it.  He wanted to learn all about her and he wanted her to get to know him.

Still staring out the window, this time he was blind to the activities below.  Lost in thought, a plan formed in his mind about how he’d introduce himself to this beauty that haunted his dreams, day and night.

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So, what do you think happens next?  Tell me. 

I saw this cartoon/pic on Monica’s blog (she’s got a lot of great stuff and topics posted there!). I just had to post it here, too. Unfortunately, I know the feeling.

You can do it, Celia!

Paz