Bus Stop
"Here, hold my wallet."
"Why?"
"Need two hands of course."
"Oh, I'm keen."
"You are?"
"Of course, Bry. Come on, you know that."
"Okay. That's good."
Bryan looked around again, wondering how much of this conversation was being overheard. Angela wasn't exactly the soul of discretion, and he had been caught many times by her blurting private information without any thought of embarrassment or consequences.
The bus stop was crowded with weekend shoppers, more relaxed than work commuters, but overladen with bags and parcels, chatting in various sized groups. He was happy to note that they seemed to have completely ignored the exchange so far.
As Bryan turned back to face Angela, he was again concerned, as he saw the telltale signs in her mischievous smile. "Ang, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"You know damn well like what!"
Angela grinned and said nothing. She and Bryan didn't have any bags with them. They had come into town for a relaxed coffee, the best kind of follow up to the hectic night they had spent at Angela's flat. Angela was dressed in a tank top that was just a little too tight, and showed off her breasts to the best advantage. A bare midriff separated the white top from a beige skirt, the kind that was tight around her small butt, and then loose and flappy around her legs. The skirt stopped above her slim knees. Bryan liked to walk behind her when she was dressed like this, just to see her legs flashing in and out of sight. There always seemed to be a chance the skirt would flip up high enough to catch sight of her panties, but it never happened.
Bryan was dressed in his normal sloppy fashion, loose jeans and a tee-shirt. His chest proudly displayed a web address that he found amusing. He was impervious to the idea that someone might be offended by www.gofuckyourself.com, but he was timid compared to Angela.
"Hey?" Angela said quietly, leaning closer, grinning again.
"Ah, yep?", cautiously.
"You want proof?"
"No!"
"Yes."
"Ang, I don't know what you are planning..."
"Planning's finished."
"Yeah, but..."
"Say yes."
"No."
"Oh, come on. You want to. You can't resist finding out now, anyway. Say yes. Y E S."
"Oh, fuck. Alright. Yes. But don't emb...."
"Oh, good."
"Look, you just..."
"Don't you trust me?"
"It's not about trusting... no, I don't."
"Here, hold my wallet."
"Why?"
"Need two hands of course."
"What for?"
"Hold it."
Bryan was reluctant and excited at the same time, and took the wallet as requested. Angela promptly stepped backward, out of her shoes, wriggled her bare toes on the concrete, looked around at the crowd, and reached down to lift the sides of her skirt, just enough to hook her thumbs around the sides of her dark blue knickers.
She locked her eyes on Bryan's face, obviously enjoying his discomfort, smiled again, and proceeded to wiggle her knickers down off her butt, letting the skirt fall slowly back into place as she slowly pulled them down off her thighs.
As her hands reached down lower than the level of the skirt, the blue became more obvious, and by the time she reached her knees, there was no doubt what she was doing, and the crowd were definitely watching. Pushing down past her knees she lifted her bare feet carelessly, and slipped them off her legs, one at a time.
Bryan stood in silence as she straightened up again, panties bundled up in one hand, a blob of blue escaping from her long fingers. The crowd had gone quiet too, watching to see what would happen next.
"Bryan, you want to know how keen?" Loudly now, for the crowd.
"How keen?" He'd given up.
"This keen", and she threw the dark blue bundle straight out into the busy traffic, where it was immediately caught by the wind, and blew across the windscreen of a new car, before falling to the road, and being run over repeatedly.
There was a pause then. Bryan stood completely still, and stared out at the errant cloth, shiny blue appearing every now and then. Angela spoke again, knowing that Bryan wasn't going to say anything.
"That keen enough for you?", with a return of the smile.
Before Bryan could answer, their bus pulled into the stop directly in front of them, and Angela climbed aboard, wiggling her ass at Bryan and the crowd before turning to find a seat.
May 2008
I'm reminded of a song about a loon who would
sneak through backyards at night stealing womens'
underwear off clotheslines... and of that old
Silver Beatles song about two lovers under the
guy's umbrella at a bus stop. Good laviscious
fun!
Mar 2008
'Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus!
Jun 2006
Another interesting story. It even amused me enough to get a 9, which is the most a one off (as opposed to a serial) generally gets from me.
GBF: Thanks for that.
Dec 2005
I think I know her...
GBF: Send her around, quick, or at least get her to read the story.
Nov 2005
Um. Very...interesting. Very weird. I have no idea what to make of it. Well-written, though.
GBF: Maybe you had to be there. :-)
Aug 2005
[blank]
GBF: I usually make fun of people who give me an anonymous '1', but you're not worth it.
Jun 2005
One wonders exactly what you saw that got you thinking...? :)
GBF: I bet!
Mar 2005
o am not trying to be mean r anything, but what was the point in this story right here.
GBF: I don't think you could be mean if you tried. I'll let you know via email, okay?
Mar 2005
Where is the next chapter i'm in suspense.....or are you just teasing too..
GBF: Yes! :-)
Feb 2005
Almost an SMS poem, I think. Let me try:
GBF: 161 characters. But I couldn't leave them in there, because they gave the story away! Sorry. Oh, and thanks.
Dec 2004
a real surprise and lovely. Love it when gals are in season and want it. Like a mare in heat.
It hasn't happened often enough for me.
GBF: Well, most of us feel that way, but mares?
Oct 2004
good for teasing story, just wished she sits on my face though,heheheheh
GBF: You're a bus seat? :-)
Oct 2004
Hmmmm.......GREAT Keep up the good work of writing;-)
GBF: Thanks.
Sep 2004
Cute, funny, sexy and almost too short.
I really like thiskind of story.
Aug 2004
Interesting vignette...I will read more of your work as this is the first one I have read.
GBF: I hope this one didn't put you off!
Aug 2004
I gave it an 8, because it made me laugh. I wanted to do that a few times myself and a man's embarrassment is kinda cute. sometimes ;)
GBF: It never is when I do it!
Jul 2004
Interesting, made all the more so by my misreading of it.
Sep 2003
This was fun! Short and to the point.
Sep 2003
Nice work .One question though ,are you male or female ?The question may seem irrelevant to you but "I gots to know" (Dirty Harry !).
Sep 2003
I loved it. Very erotic.
Sep 2003
Just wanted to say that I really enjoyed this. Flash fiction is hard to write but this hits the spot. Well done!
Sep 2003
Nice little vignette... well written, but the author seems a tad 'mean spirited'. I mean, "Write me and I'll post more." Really... nasty implication that without getting strokes, you won't 'honor' readers with more. tsk-tsk, you petulant little tease! ..
Sep 2003
This could really get interesting. Keep it going. Please?
GBF: Hmmm... Actually, it was finished.... 8-) Convince me!