Towards The Back

Emma shuffled down the aisle and slumped into a seat towards the back of the bus. The driver was friendly, but Emma was enjoying having a morning to herself and her thoughts.

As the drive went on, Emma caught a glimpse of Clyde checking her out in the mirror. Her one leg was in the aisle and the driver was trying his best to sneakily steal a peek at her thigh.

Emma smiled and looked back out the window. The poor old man, stuck driving this bus, all alone with a young blonde in a skirt. She couldn't blame him for trying to look. Part of her was actually flattered. Clyde seemed to be focusing on the road more than her, so she didn't bother to pull her leg back out of the aisle. The old man couldn't see anything provocative anyway, might as well let him have his glance.

As they neared her stop, Emma stood and made her way to the front of the bus.

"It really was a pleasure meeting you, Emma. I drive this route all week, so if you head in to town again, I'm sure I'll see you." Clyde said politely.

Emma mentioned that she probably would. Then she noticed the front of Clyde's pants. There was a telling outline of his erection straining the fabric down his right leg. Emma swallowed and **** herself to look away.

Christ, he's part horse, She thought, suddenly entertaining impure thoughts with a man old enough to be her grandfather.

Emma hopped out of the bus and tried to shake the thoughts away. Thinking about more proper things as she neared her aunt's house, she realized that she still had some time to kill before her cousin's could hang out. She would have to find a way to entertain herself for a bit longer.