busdrvr2.txt
                      Bus Driving Experience

In my last year of high school, I was a school bus driver. I didn't drive
in the morning, but our high school let out at 2:30, so I drove junior
high kids home when they got out at 3.  For most of the year, it was just
a job, but I had some fun, too.

In addition to being a normal, sex-crazed teenage male, some of the young
ladies who rode my bus sent my mind in a whirl.  Because I was small for my
age, most of the ninth-grade girls, with their wide hips and flashing eyes
seemed kind of threatening to me.  They sometimes tried to come on to me,
but it only emphasized how they thought I was their age.

I tended to fantasize more about the younger girls, to whom I apparently
appeared to be more a "grown-up."  I got a kick out of these younger
girls' giggly flirting, especially because I was too shy to ask out
girls my own age.  And I sometimes got a hard-on from glancing in my
rear-view mirror as they squirmed to talk to their friends and gave
me an unimpeded view of the well-filled panties underneath their
little-girl skirts.

One girl whom I remember was simply exceptional.  Her name was Angie.
A seventh-grader, she was small for her age, too, without only a hint
of swelling in the front of her blouse or tee-shirt.  From the very
first day, she always sat on the front seat, to the driver's right.  I
dropped her off at one of my last stops before taking the bus back to
the high school parking lot.

I tried to speak to all the kids as they got on and off the bus, but,
because she sat beside me, Angie and I chatted often.  I found out her
father had moved to town for a one-year assignment, so she had few
friends at school.  Besides, she said, they would be moving away again
as soon as school was over.  In addition, Angie had gone to some kind
of advanced program where she lived before, so she was only twelve,
a year younger than the other seventh-graders.

Throughout the nine months I drove her, Angie and I talked about all
kinds of things -- what we got for Christmas, local events, favorite
television shows.  We talked a lot about our futures and interests.

Angie wanted to be a model and a dancer.  She had the elfin build
and pixie features that would have made her a terrific model.  Her
dark-blonde hair was cut with bangs in front and was long in the
back.  She sometimes wore it in some kind of fancy braid, but mostly
in a simple pony tail.  Because she liked wearing short skirts, I
was able to tell her she had great legs for her prospective dancing
career.  Whenever I said something personal like that, she smiled
and blushed.

One day, near the end of school, Angie had on a new short skirt and
asked me what I thought of it.

"I think it's really attractive," I told her.  "I love the way it
shows off your great legs.  I bet it got a lot of attention from
your classmates."

"Thank you!" said Angie.  "I really needed that.  The girls have been
a little cold today and the guys weren't so chatty either.  They all
treat me like a little kid."

This was the latest chapter in one of Angie's biggest complaints about
her position in this town -- her small build and her little-girl features
made it difficult for those who didn't know her to appreciate that she
had a lively mind and a mature outlook on things.

"Naw," I reassured her, "it's just because the girls are jealous and
the guys are left in awe."

"You always say the sweetest things," Angie said and leaned over to give
me a peck on the cheek.  As she bent over to nuzzle my cheek, her button-
up blouse fell open before me.  The two perky pink nipples projecting from
her white chest looked exciting to me.  They reminded me that my little
friend Angie was also a developing young woman.

With my cock lengthening in my lap, I used the time until all the kids had
boarded to adjust my mirror so I could see Angie better.  As I drove, I
kept glancing in it to look over those long lovely legs.  It's a wonder
we made the trip safely that day.  Despite her feigned maturity, Angie
was still unconscious about keeping her knees together like an older
girl would.  To my delight, her legs would occasionaly part or she
would slip down in her seat.  At those times, I would get a glimpse of
her plain white panties stretched across her little crotch.  By the time
we reached her house, I had a full erection.

I hurried home to jack off, my mind swirling with the quick view of her
budding titties and the sight of her little-girl underpants peeking from
between her slender thighs.  Getting myself more worked up, I fantasized
that she had known she was displaying her charms to me.  I got tremendously
excited at the thought that some girl would show herself to me in that
way, even if she was five years younger than me.  When it came, after
only a few firm strokes, my wad soaked the toilet paper I was holding
and my spine nearly crumpled from the intense pleasure.

When Angie boarded the bus the next day, I naturally noticed that she had
on an even shorter skirt.

"I hope your classmates were more friendly today," I offered.

"No, they weren't.  I even got some comments about how I was TRYING to
look grown-up.  But how do YOU like this outfit?"

"Come on Angie, you know I like your legs.  You must be teasing me.
The more I see of your legs, the more I like your skirt."  She blushed
again, but looked pleased.

As we drove along, the kids were even more bratty than usual, throwing
paper at each other and raising an intolerable racket.  But I could
hardly tear my eyes away from the mirror.  In addition to the normal
disruption caused by boys throwing paper airplanes and teasing the
girls, a ninth-grade girl on the aisle about halfway back absorbed
my attention for a while, as she twisted and spread her legs to chat
with her friend in the seat behind.  But she was too far away for me
to see more than a stripe of white between her legs.  So I turned my
attention back to Angie.  It took very little movement for Angie to
show me her underpants again, under her tiny skirt.  This time,
however, she caught my gaze in the mirror.

When we next stopped to let off some kids, she bent over to whisper
in my ear.  "How long have you been watching in the mirror?"

I glanced again down her blouse to see her protruding nipples, causing
her to gasp, blush and clutch at her neckline.  Then, I had a brilliant
idea.  Standing and turning toward the back of the bus, I made an
announcement.  "Since leaving school I have been watching everyone's
misconduct.  Now I am going to appoint a bus monitor ... ANGIE!"

Turning to Angie, I said, "I hope your mother won't mind you riding the
whole route with me for what's left of the year."

"I'm sure she won't," grinned Angie, apparently forgetting my stolen
peeks.  "She says I spend too much time in front of the TV anyway."

Angie boarded the bus the next day with her mother's permission to ride
the full route.  This doubled my pleasure for her skirt was another
short one, but not (I noted with disapointment) a real mini.  She took
her new job seriously, walking halfway to the back of the bus to untangle
two seventh-grade boys who were wrestling.  As the bus emptied, however,
my little bus monitor had less to do and I could see Angie was getting
restless.  She stared out the window, tossing and turning in her seat.
She clasped her book bag between her knees, blocking my view of her
crotch.  I kept looking up, in hopes of seeing something sexy, but the
bus soon cleared out so only Angie and a couple of boys were left.

As I glanced back at Angie, I realized she had apparently forgotten
she wasn't alone, and was rubbing her book bag up and down between
her legs.  I saw her skirt begin to bunch up in her lap and caught
a glimpse of her underpants pressed against the rough canvas fabric.
I thought it must have been my imagination, but I thought I noticed
a slight darkening of her panties, as though moistened by her little
pussy.  My rod stiffened at the thought that this twelve-year-old
girl might be getting sexual pleasure while I watched.

But I happened to be looking in the mirror when Angie apparently
remembered the way I had been watching the day before.  Her eyes
snapped up at my mirror in horror.  A blush came to her cheeks as
her eyes met mine.

When I finished the route and drove her home, Angie tried to get right
off the bus without meeting my eyes, but I held the door closed for a
moment, hoping against hope that I hadn't turned her off for good.

"You did a good job today, Angie.  Thank you.  I had time to tend to more
important business than the brats."

"Oh yeah!!" she blurted, spinning toward me in anger.  "What business
was that?  Looking up my skirt?"  But she couldn't keep up the pretense
of being angry, and finished her question with a giggle.

"Well, yes that was a very pleasant part of my job today.  I would fall
asleep if I got no excitement along the way.  I noticed you too needed
a little excitement."

Angie blushed again at my rebuttal.

As I opened the door, I couldn't resist one more tease.  "Why do you
blush so often Angie?  Do you have SO many sexy thoughts?"

Pouting, she got off the bus.  "NO!" she threw back at me as she flounced
up the steps to her home.

When the next afternoon came, I feared Angie would be turned off to me.
Indeed she acted colder, sitting primly in her normal spot, but keeping
her knees glued together and avoiding looking at me.  I just knew I had
blown it and would have to retreat to our former busdriver-schoolgirl
relationship.  Oh, well, I thought to myself, there were only three
more days of school left, anyway.

When we neared the end of the route, Angie asked me to stop for a moment
at the next gas station, where she hurried into the ladies room.  When
she returned she was still acting cold.  However, when I next looked
in the mirror, Angie was smiling nervously at me.  When I looked below
her smile, I saw the reason.  Her heels were on the seat and her panties
had been removed!  No longer were her knees together, either.  I was
looking right at the pink slit that separated her hairless pussy lips!

I couldn't believe my eyes, but neither could I do anything about it, with
two other kids still to drop off.  I didn't want to embarass Angie, either,
or treat her like a little kid.  All I could do was smile back at her in
the mirror.

When I stopped the bus to let the first one off, Angie crossed her legs
demurely, and stared out the window.  But when I started up again, a
glance in the mirror showed she had resumed her previous posture, and
was grinning crazily at me, as she displayed her bare little cunt.

After dropping off the last kid, I pulled into a nearby parking lot behind
a church, stopped the bus, and turned to her.

"ANGIE!  You are more distracting now than the other kids have been all
year.  How am I to drive with you like that?  Put your underpants back
on.  PLEASE!"

But Angie responded with a pout, "I've been thinking the whole ride about
what you said yesterday about my blushing at sexy thoughts.  Everybody
treats me like a six-year-old!  I know plenty, from reading books.  But
I'm so slow in developing that no one will ask me out and I have no
real sexual experience.  Riding here on the bus with you, my imagination
was just running wild."

"I kept thinking about you looking up my skirt and down my blouse and it
really turned me on.  My panties just got soaked.  See?"  Extracting them
from her book bag, she handed me her white cotton panties.

"Yes they are wet, Angie.  You sure you didn't wet them under a faucet at
the gas station?"

"No," she said, with a nervous little grin, "they've been wet since I
boarded the bus, and they kept getting wetter the whole ride.  Finally,
I decided that, if you were interested enough to look at me, I would
give you a real sight."

I realized Angie wanted to be assured that she was an attractive young
woman.  And that I didn't consider her just a little girl.  I told her
I loved seeing her pretty pussy, but I had to get her home.  I returned
her panties to her.  As she put them away, I slipped my tongue out to
lick a finger that had held her panties.

Angie saw me do it, and wrinkled her nose.  "They do smell awful, don't
you think?"

"No, they smell exciting, warm, and sweet to me."

Then she noticed the moisture on my fingers.

"Can I give you a tissue for your fingers?  I am sorry I made a mess."

"No I will clean them," I said, and started licking.

"Ohhh that is horrible!"

"You wouldn't think so if you had a taste.  Care for some?"

"I don't think so."

"You don't know what you are missing.  I wish I had more."

She giggled again, "I know where there's more."

"Where?"

Once again, the little girl opened her legs before me.  Tearing my eyes
away from the lewd sight of a twelve-year-old beauty showing me her
bare cunt, I saw the seat was wet with her juices.

"You are a living well aren't you?"  Reaching out, I ran a finger through
the wet streak on the seat.  As Angie tried to scoot out of the way, her
spread legs opened her white pussy lips further to expose the pink,
rubbery flesh inside.  I could see that her inner lips were engorged
and stiff.  Her entire crotch gleamed with the juices she had exuded.
As I wiped my finger across the vinyl seat, I made sure the back of one
finger brushed against little Angie's hairless pussy.

"Yow!  That hurt! "

"I hardly touched you."

"It felt like a thousand volts of electricity.  And now I am running worse."

With a quick glance around the parking lot, I got on my knees before her.
"Let me drink that before we have an awful mess to clean up."

Angie clearly didn't know what to do.  Maybe she thought she would just
be naughty with me and nothing would happen.  Maybe she was hoping that
I would just compliment her on her pussy, the way I had on her legs.
I don't think her wildest fantasy included a 17-year-old licking her
cunt.  Immobilized by indecision, she sat there spread-legged as I
knelt to insinuate my tongue between her powdery thighs.

I'd never done any cunt-licking before, of course, so I had to rely on
what I'd learned from Penthouse and other books.  Angie's heels were
still on the seat, so her little cunt was tilted up toward me.  Judging
from all the goo in her crotch, I suspected she was ready to cum.  So
I avoided touching the red knob at the top of her slit.  Instead, I
stuck my tongue at the very bottom of her pussy gash and inserted it
as far as possible.

Angie uttered a heartfelt "Jeeezus!" as my tongue slurped upwards,
spreading her reddish inner lips and extracting as much juice as
possible.  I could feel the fluttering muscles inside her pussy and
I thought she was just about to get her cookies.  I wanted to drag
this out as long as possible, but not so long that we'd be caught.

I looked up at her only to find Angie staring wide-eyed at the lewd
sight of a guy slurping her hairless twat.  There was no question
that I was doing the right thing, when Angie said, "Again!"

I was ready to oblige, but this time I continued my bottom-to-top
tongue-work to swirl my tongue and lips around the hard nubbin of
her little clittie.  Then I was astounded to be nearly knocked
down as her legs slammed together on each side of my head and her
pelvis jerked back and forth, rubbing her slimy slit all over my
lips and chin.  Angie groaned and cursed, having herself a fine
little time.  Thrashing and twitching, she came and came.

When we reached her house I had to walk the poor dear to the door.
Her mother greeted us, worried at her daughter's wobbly walk and
flushed face.

"I think Angie has come down with a fever," I told her mom.

As Angie walked into the house, her mother said, "Thank you for
helping my Angie.  You have been so kind and attentive to her.
She doesn't have any little friends, so this bus monitor job has
been a godsend."

As I looked over Angie's mom's shoulder, I realized I had better
keep talking, because Angie's bare bottom was visible as she
ascended the stairs.  So I babbled, "For now, maybe you should
just make sure Angie gets plenty of rest.  She's turning out
to be a great bus monitor."

Turning away, I said "I want her again tomorrow," realizing only later
that could be taken in more than one way.

Angie was back the next day smiling and light, beautiful and
beguiling.  When we had dumped the last of our passengers,
we pulled into a different parking lot and got back to our
intimate talk.

"What were you thinking yesterday that made your panties so wet?"

"About you."

"About me?  You hardly paid me attention till the end of the ride.
What were you thinking of me?"

"I was wondering about you.  About what your kisses would feel like.
About what your bare chest looks like, if it is hairy.  About how it
would feel to run my fingers through your chest hairs.  About how far
down the hair goes.  I wasn't thinking about what actually happened,
but now I can't think of anything else."

"Well, my sweet, I hope we get to know each other real well, so let's
answer some of those questions."  I removed my tennis shirt.

"Nice chest.  Real muscular."  She reached over to feel my chest
and run her fingers through my hair.  I was glad I had spent time
lifting weights.

"Are your nipples as sensitive as mine?" she asked, caressing one
with a finger nail.

"Well, mine are pretty sensitive.  Let's see how sensitive yours are."

But Angie pulled back.  "No, I'm ashamed because I don't have any
breasts," she mumbled, with downcast eyes.

"But, Angie," I said, "I liked what I saw the other day.  I think a
young woman's developing breasts are just as exciting as an older
woman's.  Let me see."

Reluctantly, Angie let me tug her sweater up to reveal her swollen
nipples.  Immediately, I lowered my head and fastened my lips around
one.  Sucking gently, I swirled my tongue around the smooth pink flesh,
feeling the stiffening that I knew signified Angie's delight.  As I
moved my mouth to her other nipple, I noticed Angie had her head tilted
back and her eyes closed.  She moaned softly and I looked down to see
her hands in her crotch.

As I sucked her other nipple, Angie reached forward blindly to smear
her pussy juices all over my chest.  Then she began to pull insistently
on one of my nipples.  When I sucked harder on her chest, Angie pushed
me away.

"I want to see you," she said, her eyes wide and wild.

Glancing outside the bus to make sure it was safe, I unbuckled my belt,
opened my jeans and pulled my briefs below my balls.  My rigid cock
was only about a foot in front of little Angie's fascinated gaze.

The thrill I saw in little Angie's eyes was exiting.  A drop of
moisture oozed its way to the eye of my dick.

"Ooooh LOOK!  Is that like the wet that I was yesterday?"

"Yes Angie.  I was wet like this yesterday too, although you didn't
know it.  And when I got home, I was a lot wetter."

"You said I tasted good.  Can I have a taste?"

"Sure, I wish you would, but only if you really want to."

She reached out her little hand a touched the drop that was steadily
increasing in size.  Then she moved her finger to her pouty little lips
and stuck that finger in.  I thought how soft those lips would feel
around the source of that fluid and my cock throbbed.

Looking up into my eyes she moaned a delicious "MMMMMMMMMM" as she
savored a new flavor.

"I am glad you like it.  You see there is more cumming."

She looked at my dick in glee.  "More for me?  Oh Boy!"

Sliding to the front of her seat, she leaned forward to lick the tip
of my dick.  A moan of "MMMMM" escaped from both of us.

"Now suck on it and move your head up and down on it."

Angie was new at this, of course.  But so was I.  Her teeth were
abrasive at times and at times they were terrific.  Occasionally
her teeth hit a spot at a moment that was delightful.  And a
thought would cross my mind that she really wanted to EAT ME,
which was a thrill and a fright.  By letting her know how
it felt and what I was thinking, she soon was giving me mostly
pleasure.

Although her mouth was small, she was hungry and eager to please.
With the anticipation I had been building up, I was not long in
giving the dear a mouthful of cum.  It spilled over her lips onto
her chin.

From somewhere, she produced her panties to wipe up the overflow.
"This I will keep for a midnight snack."

