At the bus stop.

The sights, sounds and smell of a beautiful morning only added to the great morning I was having as I happily made my way down two blocks to the nearest bus stop. I lived in a quiet suburban neighborhood which was relatively quiet, especially this early. I checked my phone quickly to find that I still had an hour until my interview started. I knew it would take me 40 minutes to get there by bus, I had figured that out last week in preparation for the interview.

As I approached the bus stop, I slowed my walk slightly, seeing that there were already a couple people waiting there. An attractive dark-skinned woman stood next to a short muscular woman.

The first woman was wearing a business suit which accentuated her stylish hair and as I got closer, I could see her boots were very expensive. She seemed to be doing her best to avoid speaking to the woman next to her who was becoming increasingly obvious with her flirtatious intentions. “Probably a femile…” I thought to myself.

The second woman was standing close and flexing her muscles slightly, the intention was probably to try to impress the first woman, but it seemed to be having an intimidating effect. She was cringing back slightly, looking sideways at the aggressively posturing woman. It would take an idiot not to notice the lack of interest she was showing… which spoke volumes of the second woman, as she continued to invest her energies in attempting to impress.

I approached slowly, and the attractive woman was the first to take notice of me. I avoided my eyes out of habit, but due to her attractive nature I snuck a quick glance to see what her reaction was. As per normal, she was checking me out, her surprised eyes looking me up and down… I felt a mix of emotions, somewhere between flattered and annoyed. I was constantly an object to the women around me, that was something I had accepted... but at the same time it was something I had trouble coming to terms with.

I had no idea if women thought I would attractive or if they just saw me as a male and instantly had a reaction. There weren’t any nearby males that I had to compare with as far as attraction goes… men (… it was odd to think of us in a plural sense…) were so different from women. I had a clear inclination as to what I thought was a beautiful woman, but without many reference points to other men it was impossible to know where I stood on a scale of physical appeal.

I was a 6-foot-tall man with green eyes. I kept my build fairly muscular, but also slim due to the running my Mother **** me to do with her. I knew that in the sense I was a very healthy young male for a 20-year-old, I was viewed as an optimal partner and was hit on, often. It was like women couldn’t help themselves around me. They had to stare, objectify me, and, in some cases, approach me in an overly assertive way… It was at this time the second woman saw me.

“Hooooly shit!” Muscles said as I approached. I took my own sidelong glance at her and narrowed my eyes slightly. “I’m sorry…?” I responded. “Oh nuthin’,” she responded, making her delight obvious as she looked me up and down. I frowned and turned so that I was facing away and leaned up against the side of the tiny bus hut. I could hear a clear “hmmmm” and a little laugh as I could feel her perverted eyes on my backside. I heard her step up behind me and whisper in my ear, “you’ve got a nice asset there, boy.”

I cringe at both the emphasis placed on ‘ass’ in ‘asset’ and the actual pickup line itself. I close my eyes tightly, reminding myself that I don’t want to engage this woman in any way at all. In my experience, actually engaging boneheads like this was just asking to be continuously flirted with until they just got mad did something drastic. I was tempted to say something back like, “It’s too bad your best assets are all located outside your skull” but decided in a battle of wits she was probably bringing a knife to a gun fight and that would only serve to frustrate her.

“Sure is a nice m-morning isn’t it!” I do my best to sound confident as I turn and face her but her stare is unnerving and I stammer a bit. I gulp to myself as her muscles truly are impressive and she could probably hand me a beating if she wanted to, but she’d be a major risk if she did. The police do not look kindly upon the mistreatment of males by females or femiles.

She raised one eyebrow, “Yeah, I guess so. Where you off to cutie?” Yikes. The last thing I want to do is tell this pervert where I was going. I decide to be vague. “Oh, just downtown. I’m meeting my girlfriend...” I lied. She didn’t buy it. Or maybe she just didn’t care. “Girlfriend huh? A guy like you… could have any girl he wanted and you’re SO young and handsome too…”

I shivered. This girl was really giving me the creeps! On a scale of 1 to 10, this girl was tuning it up to 11 on weird. I decided to take a confident approach!

“Uh… huh?” Oh. Nope. That didn’t seem to be exactly what I was going for…? For whatever reason I was clamming up a bit… This always seemed to happen to me in front of really aggressive women! I wasn’t sure what to say! How the hell do you even talk to someone as …

She interrupted my thought process as she stepped in and put her hand on my arm, pulling me in slightly closer. She licked her lips as she pulled me in and I was almost completely stunned by her boldness! I pulled back at the last minute just as a resolute voice said, “I think that’s quite enough.”

We both just stood there with wide eyes, frozen in place. Me, pulling backwards, her, holding my arm. All I could manage was a weak, “Please!”

She released me and I fell back to the ground with an audible “Oof!” I looked up and saw Muscles glaring at Boots (I had apparently subconsciously assigned this nickname to the attractive woman). “What the fuck, girl?!” Boots glared right back at her. She had the advantage of height (both naturally and because of those awesome boots!), so her downward glare eventually caused Muscles to scowl and look away.

“Fuck both of you. I’m outta here.” She shoved her hands in her pockets and stomped off, turning at the next corner and taking a quick look back to glare at both of us once more before moving out of sight around the house at the end of the block.

I let loose the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and looked up at my heroine. She, in the business suit, was holding a hand out to me and smiling. She had looked attractive before… but now she looked exceptionally so! Plus, with her bending forward like that, she was giving me a particularly good look up her shirt and… I looked up from her bosom and saw she was wearing a grin and a cocked eyebrow. Shit! She saw me checking her out…

I blushed and grabbed her hand. “Oh, uh… right, thank you!” I said as she pulled me up. Damn, she’s stronger than she looks! She met my eyes, “No problem, Mr. … ?”

“John.” I said.

“Mr. John.”

“No, just John!”

“Mr. Just John.” Her eyes twinkled as she teased me.

“No! I mean…” I caught her expression as I attempted to explain what I meant, “uh… oh.” I laughed with her as the bus pulled up.

SCREEEECH TPFFFFFF. The brakes made the familiar sound as the door opened and a couple of women got off the bus looking tired. I sort of knew them, they were a couple of nurses that lived a few houses down from me, I think their names were Jenn and Carey? They waved and greeted me as they walked past down the sidewalk I had just come from. “Morning.” I smiled and nodded at them as they walked past.

Boots gestured to me that I could go ahead of her. “Thanks.” I said with a smile and stepped up all three steps carefully then turned to left look… at a bus full of women just noticing a male presence.

Instantly, all women between the ages of 18 and 50 squished in towards the window to make it appear as though space was quite available next to them should I choose to take the opportunity. I took the opportunity alright. The opportunity to take an empty front row seat just to my right and sit down immediately. The seat was still warm and was obviously just occupied by Jenn and Carey.

I looked up to see the attractive woman who just helped me up off my ass scanning the bus looking for a spot to sit. She stood there, waiting for something it seemed… “Oh!” It occurred to me, I’m such a dummy… “Please, come sit here!” I scooted over and smiled at her, pointing down beside me.

She looked gratefully at me and sat down.