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First Published: 19 December 2015

Caught Out at the Bus Stop
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, Under Age

Sarah left really early to catch her school bus, that wasn't unusual really, she would often meet her friend Elle up at the bus stop and as they waited for the bus they would either chatter away about everything and nothing, I'd even seen them practicing dance steps in the bus shelter on the odd occasions that I had to go out soon after her.

This morning was one of those mornings that I had to rush out of the house early, as soon as Sarah left the house I realised that she had used all of the milk on her breakfast, she had made herself hot chocolate as well as cereals for her breakfast, normally I would have said that was excessive, far too much fat and sugar to be eating at breakfast but I knew that Sarah had a cross country run when she reached school and then she would have close to two hours before lunch so she would easily burn off all of that fat and excess sugar.

James would get up at nine o'clock and he would expect milk to be on the table even if he was going to eat toast and not cereal so I had to make an early morning run up to the shops to get a pint of milk. There were ten kids waiting at the bus stop, unusual because there were only nine kids that caught the bus from our village usually. I looked for Sarah, she should have been easy to spot, she left the house in a knee length skirt, thick navy blue woollen tights, flat sandals and a navy jumper that completely hid her school blouse and tie.

I spotted Elle, she was standing on her own watching a boy and girl kissing from a distance, I would have put money on the fact that Sarah would be standing next to Elle and chattering away like a chimpanzee. Well, I didn't spot my daughter, the only two of the eight that I couldn't see the faces of were the two kissing passionately, Sarah must be in the shop, probably buying a bar of chocolate to take out on her run later but that didn't make sense as it would make eleven kids catching the school bus instead of nine.

I went into the shop and searched around the nooks and crannies where people couldn't be seen from the street, I waited to be served and looked back at the queue, the two kissing were shuffling backwards into the bus shelter where I had often seen Sarah and Elle practicing their dance moves together.

I was looking at the girl closely, she was wearing high heels, four inches at least, her skirt was short, very short for school and her legs were bare, I felt my face colour up as I was watching them kissing so closely and spotted his hand rubbing down over the front of the girl's very short skirt, his right knee pressed in between the girl's legs, gently easing them open and now his hand was rubbing around her pussy mound and further, lifting her skirt slightly as his fingers went between her legs. His other hand was rubbing over her white school blouse, cupping her left breast as he twisted his face against hers, the kiss going way beyond passionate. The neck of her blouse was open down to the fourth button putting a lot of the girl's upper chest on display to anyone looking especially the boy who was eating her face.

The shopkeeper handed me my change and said, "They grow up quickly don't they..." he gestured with his head towards the queue of students at the bus stop, "...seems like only yesterday that you were pushing your Sarah around in her little buggy!"

His comment reminded me that I still had no idea where Sarah was, I left the shop, I was going to ask Elle if she had seen my daughter but the bus came at that point. I crossed the road behind the bus and just before I reached the pavement on the other side of the road I heard Elle calling out, "Sarah, come on, everyone's on the bus already and he won't wait for you!"

I peered around the back of the bus, from my new angle I could see the kissing couple, from this angle I could see that the girl's left hand was down the front of the boy's trousers and from the looks of it she was making a good effort of trying to get him off in his trousers. "Sarah, you'll be left behind if you're not careful!"

The kiss was finally broken and my daughter's face popped into view from behind the boy's face and it was definitely my daughter's face, she had a full makeup job on her face as well as her hair pulled up into a loose beehive. She looked totally different to the way she looked when she left home an hour earlier.

Well, as if seeing my daughter making out with a boy, her hand down the front of his trousers, his fingers rubbing all around her vaginal area, all be it outside of her clothes, wasn't enough of a shock, the school boy that she was kissing wasn't a boy at all! He kissed her one more time and said, "I'll keep your clothes in my van and I'll be outside the school to pick you up at three o'clock, we can go to my house for half an hour if you like on the way home."

The man bent down and picked up a carrier bag of clothes off of the floor, I could definitely see Sarah's thick woollen tights in the bag but assumed her jumper and long skirt were also in there. The bus left, both Elle and Sarah waved goodbye to the man as he walked towards my house. Fifty yards down the road he turned into a side road and opened the rear doors on the postal delivery van parked on the corner and he took out a satchel full of village mail that he was about to deliver.

I watched as our village postman set off down the street popping down paths and dropping letters through people's front doors. I was a little like a zombie as I walked home, I just couldn't believe the way my daughter had been carrying on at the bus stop with a much older man and the fact that Elle seemed to be the only person looking in her direction, the other seven kids just ignored what was going on.

I made myself a cup of strong sweet tea, James got up, had his breakfast and left the house before the postman reached our end of the village, I just sat there willing him to walk right past without stopping at our house but he did stop, I watched him walk down our drive searching through his satchel for all of our mail, I jumped up and went to the door, opened it just before he pushed a thick wad of letters through my letterbox. I wanted to launch into an attack on the man but he looked up from my letters and smiled at me, "A lot for you today Mrs Clark but mainly bills by the looks of things!"

His smile and casual comment about my mail calmed me down instantly, I changed my mind about the full frontal attack, "Erm, I'm about to make coffee, you fancy a drink?"

His eyebrows raised in surprise, "Well, I'm running a little late this morning but yours is the first offer I've had all morning so, I'd love one please."

I stepped aside and he walked past me, dropping his mail bag on the floor just inside my front door. I made coffee for us both, it was actually quite close to lunch time, our road must have been about the last road in the village for our postman to deliver too. We made small talk, I found out that his name was Peter; he was twenty-five years old, making him the youngest postman in our area. I also found out that he was single but had a new girlfriend and that he lived in the next village to ours in a flat above a shop. I also discovered that he didn't know that I had any children, he was asking me as many questions as I was asking him, when I told him that I had a thirteen year old daughter he looked genuinely shocked saying rather gallantly, "You don't really look old enough to be married, let alone to have a thirteen year old daughter."

"How old is your new girlfriend Peter?"

He blushed a little, "She's only sixteen but a very mature sixteen year old!"

"Oh, wow, well I guess that I can't say anything, my husband is twelve years older than me!"

We both laughed at that. "So Peter, do you live with your girlfriend?"

"No, I'd love her to move in with me, I actually asked for this delivery route because she lives in this village, we get to snatch a few minutes together in the mornings before she goes to school and most afternoons after school we go to my flat for...well, you know how it is!"

Sarah had after school activities every night, dance classes, music club, musical theatre and drama groups and almost all day on Saturdays she was out at one club or the other, cost us a small fortune in subscriptions for all of her activities.

"Planning on marrying the girl?"

"I'd marry her today if she'd have me, I keep telling her that she doesn't have to do anything to please her parents anymore, we can go to any registry office and get married now that she's turned sixteen but she wants to finish college first!"

'I think you're being a little previous 'Postman Pat', she has to finish this year in middle school and two years of high school first, before she even gets to college!'

When Peter finished his coffee, I walked with him to the front door and said goodbye, one thing I gleaned from our brief meeting was that he wasn't a predator, we had chatted for thirty minutes, we'd got on very well but he hadn't hit on me at all and if he was the usual predatory male he would have at least tried his luck.

As soon as Peter disappeared from view I jumped into my little Vauxhall Corsa and drove over to his village. It was three times larger than my village and had three shops in different parts of the village. The first shop was a grocery store; there were no external doors into the living accommodation above so you had to go through the shop to get to the flat above so I crossed that off of the potential list of flats that Peter could live in. The second shop was an off licence, there had been an extension built out the back of the shop, it had a flat roof that acted as a decking area for the flat above the shop, this flat did have an access doorway from a steel stairway, a little like a fire escape, leading up from the car park at the back of the store. This could definitely be a possibility for the flat that postman Pete lived in.

I drove to the third shop that was a single story building; no living accommodation above so shop number two had to be the one I should stake out. I found a quiet spot just past the entrance to the driveway at the side of the shop, just out of the way enough so that Sarah wouldn't spot me or my car when they arrived, and I do mean when and not if, I was sure that Peter would pick my daughter up from school and drive her straight home to his flat above the booze shop.

I checked my watch, three o'clock; Sarah would just be leaving school, as far as I knew she would be taking the bus into the nearest town and doing three hours at her dance club before catching the eight o'clock bus home. That's what I'd been told every Friday for the two years she had been in middle school. If Peter was a steady driver he would get from Sarah's school to his flat in twenty minutes, possibly twenty-five if he had to wait for Sarah to get out of school. I settled down, I saw a Ford Ka pulling into the driveway behind the shop, I almost ignored it, I was expecting a bright red post office van. I looked at my watch, three-fifteen, then I looked again and recognised Sarah first and then Peter in the driving seat.

Peter was obviously in a great hurry to get Sarah into the privacy of his home. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof, Peter was in a hurry to get Sarah into his flat and I was equally in a hurry to see what was going on. I had to force myself not to run over and get to the stairs before Peter's Ka stopped rolling. I managed to force myself to wait until three twenty before I left my car and ran across the road. I could see that at the front of the flat there was a bathroom window and living room window and at the back I could see that the kitchen was on the left of the deck, the door into the flat was to the left and the bedroom was slap bang in the middle.

I climbed the metal stairs as quietly as I could, my shoes making tiny Click-clack sounds on the metal treads. The bedroom curtains were closed but the windows were wide open and I could see that the lights were on inside the bedroom. I tip-toed over to the window, looked around to see if anyone could see me peeking through the open windows. There was a sudden flash, "Baby you look great dancing like that for me."

I pulled the edge of the curtain to one side, Peter was totally naked on the bed and Sarah was dancing for him at the foot of his bed, dancing as she removed her 'Almost School Uniform' while Peter sat there taking an occasional photograph of her on his digital camera.

"Are you ready for the grand reveal?"

"Wow, don't tell me that you did it already, when did you have the time?"

"I told Elle last night after you told me, she brought her mother's depilatory cream into college this morning and after I did my run I plastered it all over before I took my shower."

"I feel that it needs a drum roll for something this momentous!"

Sarah pulled her panties down to reveal a totally denuded pussy mound, I'd seen her in the bathtub just a few weeks earlier, it wasn't like she had that much of a beaver pelt, just a few straggly hairs turning from blond to light brown but now she was bald as a coot. Peter took a few more photographs as Sarah struck several poses for him before walking up his bed on her hands and knees, dropping at the last minute to take his cock in her mouth, I'd been married to her father for fifteen years and I'd never done anything like that.

I was no expert on oral sex but it sure looked like my daughter was, Peter was alternating between taking photographs of Sarah sucking his cock and closing his eyes and arching his back as the pleasure washed over him. Sarah gave Peter thirty minutes of pleasure with her mouth, taking him to the edge of his climax before slowing down and allowing him to relax back before climaxing into her mouth and all the time I stood there silently watching my daughter using her hand and her mouth to deliver him his pleasure. Eventually she pulled her mouth away from his cock and said, "Did you remember to get condoms?"

"No, I didn't have time, it was a massive rush to get my deliveries done in time to pick you up but anyway, you know I hate using condoms."

"But you know that I don't like risking having unprotected sex so close to my fertile period, I like at least two days clear, we shouldn't have risked it yesterday but today would be like playing Russian roulette with only one empty chamber in the revolver."

"Come on, don't worry, if you cop out it just means that we'll have to get married a little sooner than you planned for!"

Peter reached down and dragged Sarah's body up his own and sat her down on top of his cock, she wriggled her bottom and I watched as her tiny frame slid slowly down his massive cock. He just lay there and let Sarah do all the work, occasionally lifting his head to nip and nibble at her little breasts. "If I get you close can I finish you off with my mouth please? I'd feel a lot safer and happier!"

"Okay, you know I'm just happy with anything you do for me!"

Sarah fucked Peter carefully for close to an hour, carefully taking him close to an orgasm before stopping for a moment to kill his build up and then restarting again. Eventually she jumped up off of his cock and turned her body, lowering her pussy down over his mouth as she grasped his cock in her right hand, she began masturbating him as her mouth engulfed his cockhead. Sarah reached three orgasms on Peter's mouth before he filled hers with his seed.

Peter checked his watch, "We can have an hour's sleeping together before I have to take you home."

I had just dropped the corner of the curtain in time as the bedroom light was turned off and the two of them snuggled down in bed together to sleep for an hour. I walked slowly back to my car, this morning had confused me a lot but nothing like how much my afternoon had confused me. Watching my daughter with Peter I had little doubt that she had convinced him that she was sixteen, she had a wealth of sexual skills and experience that far surpassed my own. My problem now was how I was going to deal with a sexually active thirteen year old daughter taking crazy risks with pregnancy at such a young age.

I didn't drive straight home, I went via the town and the main chemists, I asked to talk to the pharmacist and told him that I'd stupidly had unprotected sex before I realised that I was slap bang in the middle of my fertile period. He gave me the morning after pill and a glass of water, I palmed the pill, drank the water and bought a box of ten condoms before driving home.

Sarah walked through the door, she kissed her father, the voluptuous woman hidden behind the thirteen year old girl's clothes, she headed off to her bedroom to change and shower, I followed her up, as she stripped off I offered her the pill, "What's that?"

"The morning after pill, you took a very silly risk having penetrative sex with the postman, you should know that a boy produces sperm from the moment his cock enters your body and if you enter your fertile period tomorrow you could well fall pregnant..." then I handed her the box of condoms, "...like them or not, make him use one whenever you're close to your dangerous period."

Sarah looked shocked, "How did you know? Forget that, how come you're not exploding all over me for doing it?"

"I have no idea why I'm so calm, I guess you're at least still going in to school every day and that's a positive point, I hadn't realised just how grown up you'd become so quickly but you have to tell Peter your real age so he doesn't pressurise you into becoming pregnant for him."

I watched Sarah take the pill; she was going to have a rough evening as the pill brought her period on with a vengeance but better that then having her accidentally fall pregnant. In the morning I asked her if she was okay, she told me she had massive stomach cramps and was bleeding like a stuck pig but she was fine. When she left the house she was dressed the way she had been at the bus stop the day before, no pretence, well, not for me at any rate.

At twelve o'clock there was a knock at the front door, Peter was standing there holding my mail in his hand, "Hi Mrs. Clark, Sarah told me the truth this morning, I wouldn't blame you if you called in the police and had me locked away for the rest of my life. I honestly believed that she was over sixteen honestly."

"You want a coffee Peter?"

I thought he was going to pass out; he looked totally shocked that I'd invited him in for coffee after finding out that he was fucking my thirteen year old daughter. We sat at the kitchen table, "Before you have sex with my daughter again I think we should try and find a doctor willing to put her on contraceptive implants. I don't want my daughter falling pregnant until she's finished all of her education and if I find out that Sarah is skipping school ever to be with you I'll tell her father, he won't call the police in either, he won't need too, there won't be enough of your body left for them to find!"

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