I am waiting at the bus stop when an empty bus pulls up.

I remember admiring the picture of my new coworker's fiance on his desk.

The driver, all tan and lean and tall with long dark frizzy hair and bright blue eyes flashes me her best smile, and I climb on.

I remember his surprise when he found out I ride the bus to work.

I want to climb on her, but I cannot believe we have time. Still an empty bus is an empty bus and any time is time enough for something. I walk all the way to the back seat and sit down.

I remember him mentioning that his fiance is a bus driver.

She must think so too because she pulls into the nearest parking lot and puts on the parking brake, stands, and walks back toward me, unbuttoning her uniform as she walks. I am hard and ready. My cock is out and I am stroking myself.

I remember him having a few too many drinks at a company party.

She kneels in front of me on the floor of the bus, her uniform shirt unbuttoned, the camisole beneath it pulled up over her breasts and takes my waiting cock in her hot, wet, and eager mouth.

I remember him expressing his fear that his fiance seemed to like sucking cock a little too much, and I remember wondering if he was insane.

I watch her head bobbing up and down as I feel the suction and the warmth and slither of her tongue.

I remember telling him not to worry.