On the bus

Elspeth caught a bus and travelled the short distance to the part of Golspie where her mother had promised her that the Somalian refugees had been housed. She could have walked but she preferred to arrive in as fresh condition as possible; it was a pleasant warm morning. Elspeth didn’t want anything to dissuade any Somalian man that she may encounter that she was a treat worth enjoying, she did not want any sweat on her body to spoil her chances!

So, Elspeth travelled the ten minute journey, nervous, yearning, but in immaculate condition. She knew that Muslim women were very clean and therefore she wanted to present the best possible impression upon any Somali that she might be fortunate enough to meet.

Elspeth looked at the perfect blue sky and the sun shining from across the sea; it couldn’t be better. She had prayed for a morning such as this. Surely beautiful weather would entice the new arrivals out of doors? She was prepared for the possibility that she might meet a group, perhaps a family, wife and children together with any menfolk, and while this would not offer the chance of offering herself to the black man that she’d dream of, and masturbated about for so long, it would at least allow her to introduce herself to them, and in so doing let them see the Scottish delights on offer.

Elspeth had noticed a middle aged man glancing at her on the bus. a middle aged white Scot. She was wearing her tartan mini skirt and black tights, a combination that did display her shapely bum and lovely legs, and her white blouse, two top buttons undone, was not the thickest material. So, the middle aged man, who Elspeth recognised but couldn’t remember the name of, could be excused a few furtive glimpses at the pretty young lady, dressed to display.

Elspeth had been pleased to see that her efforts had been successful. So she moved in her seat a little to the right in order that the next time the man looked at her, he would see more. More cleavage and more thigh. She looked down at her legs and pulled her skirt up a bit, already short, her nipples hardened to see how much she was flaunting. She only wished that she had the courage to grant the man a greater view of her breasts, but she couldn’t undo a third button, not on the bus. Still, she was displaying enough to cause the man to have a good erection, and when he looked left at her again, as she knew he would, his eyes opened wide and he looked long and hard, forgetting where he was, and relishing the view that the delighted Elspeth gave him. How he wished he could get his hands on that hot red headed bitch. He would give £1000 for a night with her, he would shoot his load in her so much he would fucking die happy at dawn!

She looked straight back at him, and then looked away, legs crossed tighter than before and with her nipples poking against the material of her blouse so clearly that she felt that people walking by on Main Street could see.

She wished that they could. But at least this man could. That was enough for Elspeth. Not that she wanted him in her, but it was fucking hot that he wanted to be in her.

Elspeth only wanted a black Somali in her.

She got off the bus, lingering to look at the man, and glory in his embarrassment and she offered him one final look at her breasts, and her erect, flagpole nipples. She wondered if he was imagining sucking her tits, such was the look in his eyes and the way he was trying to hide his erection. Elspeth loved that she had caused him to have an erection on the bus!

Elspeth’s cunt was pretty puffed up too, she was imagining the bliss of displaying herself to a beautiful black African man.

She was at Duke Street, this was where her mother had said that the Somalian families were. She undid another button on her blouse, ensured that her breasts were prominent (they were) and walked on, praying that she encountered an African sex hunter.