| BABY I LOST MY WAY by Enola It was the first day of my new job in London and I had butterflies in my stomach. I had slept badly and couldn’t eat anything that morning. I left home some minutes earlier than 7am and, arms folded, I walked towards the coach station. When I got there I saw Miss Arnolds, my neighbour, and Miss Bridges, her best friend, in a bench gossiping as they always did. They were two elderly spinsters who knew everything about everybody. I couldn’t stand them. They both saw me and waved wearing their best smiles, then I noticed they were speaking in their ears whilst looking at at me. Were they talking about me? I had no doubt about it. Some minutes later, I saw the driver approaching. I recognized him. It was James. He and my elder brothers used to play together when we were kids. He also came to our house sometimes, but he never paid any attention to me. He was far and away too shy whilst I was scary with those horrible walrus tusks of mine. Miss Arnolds and Miss Bridges’s eyes lit up when they saw him. they greeted him calling him Jamesy waving at him stupidly. How could two 60-year-old women be so girlish? When I boarded, I shortly looked up to watch him. He look gorgeous in his dark blue uniform. It really suited him. He had changed quite much. He had always been a tiny slender boy, but now he had put on some weight and I found him extremely fit. I sat down in the first rows at the driver’s side. As Miss Arnolds and her friend got in, they both came closer and wished me good luck with my new job. They knew. Of course, they did! They took a seat in the very first row in the opposite side of the bus slightly behind James. They began talking to him and I think they kept on annoying m with their boring chatters. I wore my earphones and played some music on my CD player because I couldn’t bear their piercing voices and irritating laughs. Half an hour later we set off, I started feeling carsick. I couldn’t believe it since that was the first time such a thing happened to me. Then it came to mind that I hadn’t eaten anything . Damn it, I felt awful! I got up and I walked forwards. I managed to mumble something and when Miss Arnolds turned over, she immediately understood what was wrong with me and ordered James to stop. But it was too late. I threw up before I could got off. I prayed to be invisible. I was sure James had been cursing me throughout the rest of the journey. Thanks God, my first day at work wasn’t any bad and the bus driver for the journey back home was another one. But I went to bed aware that I would meet him the next morning. I was too ashamed of myself and I didn’t feel like facing him. Fortunately, I didn’t have to. When I got into the bus there was another driver. As I sat, I heard him telling Miss Arnolds that James was ill and he would replace him throughout the whole week. I was, in some way, relieved. Next Monday, when I arrived at the coach station, I saw James getting into the bus. Meeting him was no longer a problem. He was reading the newspapers, but as I boarded he turned towards me and, smiling, said hello followed by my name. At first, I was amazed about that, but a moment later I thought that he had probably heard Miss Arnolds calling my name the previous week. I sat down and looked out of the window. One minute later I saw him coming closer. He sat down and asked about my brothers. I was wrong. He knew who I was. I told him they both married and moved. He then sneezed. “Bless you!” He took out a tissue from his pocket and blew his nose. “I spent the most hellish week of my entire life,” he said quietly shaking his head. At that very moment, Miss Arnolds and her friend got into the bus. “Jamesy! Dear, you’re back!” Said my neighbour cheerfully. “We missed you so much dear, didn’t we Betsy?” Her friend nodded smiling. “The other driver was so tedious and unfriendly. But you Jamesy, you are so cute and kind. A lovely lad, isn’t him sweetheart?” she said then watching me. I said nothing but I felt my cheeks burning. “Tell me Jamesy, did you like my vegetable soup?” I saw him turning red and looking down. He then glanced at Miss Arnolds and said he had like it. As the two ladies went and sat, James bent down and said softly, “Please, tell me you won’t ever be like them!” I smiled at him and he smiled back winking at me. We were halfway to London when James was forced to stop. Several cars had got involved in a dreadful accident and the police invited people to go backwards and took another way. James obeyed but, about a quarter later, he stopped again. I saw him unfolding a map and looking up where we were in it. He looked pissed off. “Did you get lost Jamesy?” asks Miss Arnolds. “I fear so.” “Oh dear! I need to go to the toilet! Would it be possible stopping at some service station, Jamesy?” He replied it was no problem. Once there, we all got off and some people took advantage of it to have to something to eat. James grabbed the map and went and talk to the service-station attendant. Coming closer he sneezed twice. “You shouldn’t have come back to work. You’re still ill.” “I’m fine,” he said before sneezing again. “I see!” I then put my hand over his forehead. “You aren’t at all. You’ve got a temperature. You’d better have something hot.” We sat at a table and we both ordered a hot chocolate. “Please, don’t tell Miss Arnolds I’m still sick or she’ll make another vegetable soup for me!” We both burst into laughter looking at each other. “I got tired of staying in,” he paused, then he lowered his eyes and his voice. “And I was dying to see you again.” I said nothing and he didn’t either speak a word for a while. Was he joking? “I am serious,” he watched me whilst saying these words. “I think you hated me because of what I did last week.” “I’ve been doing this work for more then ten years. Don’t believe you’re the first person who’s thrown up on my coach. And I’m sure you won’t either be the last.” I think I blushed furiously because I felt incredible hot all over my face. I managed to smile at him and he moved his hand placing it over mine. He was smiling too. I desperately wanted to kiss him and I was sure he wanted to kiss me as well. “We’d better look for a quieter place,” he whispered. I nodded. He told me to join him in the bus in a few minutes’ time, so he left. I first went to the toilet, so I went out and phoned at work to let them know I would be late. When I got into the bus, he took my hand and leaded me to the back of the vehicle. I noticed the windows had misted over, so nobody could see us. I took my coat off and we sat down. I looked into his deep gorgeous brown eyes and he stroked my hair. He then fondled my cheek with his fingertips and his lips touched mine. They were soft and warm and he kissed me slowly and sweetly. He placed his hand over my waist to pull me closer. I then felt the same hand going up and cupping my breast. I moaned softly in his mouth and he stopped to look at me. He had a sweet smile on his face and his amazing eyes were sparkling. He kissed me again and his hand was now on my bare thigh caressing it with slow movements. He let his hand slip under my skirt and stroked my pussy. A moment later he grasped my knickers and tried to pull them off. I lifted my hips to make it easier. His hand returned on my pussy, and after having played with my opening for some moments, he pushed two fingers inside me. I broke the kiss and bit my lower lip. He unbuttoned my blouse with the other hand and uncovered one breast. He took my nipple in his lips and sucked on it tenderly. With his fingers still inside me, James knelt down before me and strewed soft kisses all over my thighs. I endeavoured to keep my moans low, but I failed several times. He was driving me crazy. Everything was even more difficult when I felt his mouth over my pussy. I let out a brief cry as I saw his tongue entering me as well. When he removed his fingers he started sucking me slowly. I pleaded with him to keep the same rhythm since I wanted it to last as long as possible. I can’t describe in words the way he made me feel. Everything was so beautiful and unbelievable. I was in the back of a coach and the driver, that shy little boy I had known since childhood, was having such mind-blowing horal sex with me! I had never done anything that crazy. If going back when I was a child somebody would foresee all this, I would laugh myself silly. He got up and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. As he sat down by my side I placed my hand over his crotch making him smile widely. None of us needed to say anything. Our looks spoke for themselves. He unzipped his trousers and lowered them to his ankles with his boxers. I sat on his lap and as he penetrated me, he began moving his hips rhythmically. We got dressed and we sat in our seats. Not much later, all the passengers boarded. “You see Betsy,” said Miss Arnolds to her friend, “I was right. They both were in here.” “Yes, we were having a chat,” said James. “A chat? That’s how you youngsters call it now? Oh my dear Jamesy, I’ve been young too. I perfectly know how these things go." Leaving the bus I turned towards James and said, “What about having another...erm...chat this evening?” He grinned, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind it at all. Think I could chat to you all night long.” “See ya later then.” <<< Enola’s stories |
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