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From: Rose of Sharon <roseofsharon2@gmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} The Driver by Rose of Sharon (MF, cons)
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Date: Fri,  6 May 2005 01:10:03 -0400
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"The Driver"
by Rose of Sharon

Send comments to: RoseofSharon2@gmail.com
This is my very first story, but I'm hoping to write more.  Email me if you
like it, or if you have suggestions, I'd love to hear them.  Thanks!!  ~~Rose

This story is purely fiction, any similarities between this story and actual
events is coincidental.  If it is illegal where you live to read erotic fiction,
or if you are not old enough to read it, please do not read further.

This story is copyrighted 2005 by Rose of Sharon.  If you would like to repost,
please do so leaving the original author and text intact.  Please repost if you
like on free or non-commercial sites, but email me to let me know that you have
done so.  NO reposting on commercial sites, please.

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The driver drove the bus up the hill to where it would park for the next
quarter hour, when it would make another run into the town of Chantilly.
It was a cool day, unlike the rest of the summer, which had been
exceedingly hot.  Still, he was a little warm knowing what time it was.

He was in his mid-fifties, getting older in years, but still working hard
at his job.  He was not ready to retire.  He was stout and mature in
looks, and his height reached just over six feet.  His hair was possibly a
little longer than it should have been, and was starting to turn the
gentle twinge of grey.  While not fat, he had a few extra pounds here and
there, but only the type that comes with age...  he had gained a bit of
weight in the past few years.  

He wondered if she would be coming today.  She was the one that drove him
wild, although nothing drove him wild.  He had seen a million women come
and go through this college, but none had ever stirred him.  Even when he
was younger, none had even turned his head. Except for her.

He started driving the campus shuttle for Chantilly College when he was
only twenty-eight.  Prior to that, a career in the armed forces was what
seemed to be the only bright star in his future, but finding a wife had
tied him down.  A good state job at a good state college seemed like the
only thing that would allow him to live in one place and still make enough
money to feed his family.  And frankly, his skills were a bit limited.

The job was perfect for him, since he was quiet and introverted.  Only the
occasional beer-drinking frat kid made him raise his voice, and for the
most part, he never spoke at all.  He simply drove the bus past the
dormitories and into the city of Chantilly, where he would make about
twenty stops at various apartment complexes in town.  For some reason,
this had never bored him in the thirty years that he had been driving the
bus.

She was coming.  He could see her making her way down the sidewalk to the
shuttle.  He knew she would be getting on the bus, and then would get off
at Cedar Acres, her apartment complex.  She would sit and quietly read a
book until the bus reached her stop, and then she would get off.  The
entire string of events only took about twenty minutes, but he knew it
well.  It was what he looked forward to every day.  

She reached the shuttle, smiled at the driver and entered the bus, taking
her usual seat in the back.  He tried not to notice.  A few other students
got on the bus.  It was his final trip of the day, so he wouldn't pick any 
students up at the stops, but would return to the garage when he was finished 
his route.  It didn't really matter since rarely were students heading to 
campus at this time of day.  Besides, it was summer and there were less 
students on campus now, period.

It was time to begin the route, so he got on the bus and started it.  
She was still in the back of the bus, reading a book.  He glanced
back at her in the rear view mirror, and she looked up from her book and
smiled.  Quickly, he looked back at the road, a bit embarrassed that she
had noticed him staring at her.  Her smile was like his wife's.  Maybe that
was what he liked about her.  His wife had died ten years ago of cancer and
he missed her dearly.  She had been his one, single, and greatest true
love. 

The driver was unable to keep his eyes on the road and glanced back up 
into the mirror, hoping she wouldn't notice this time.  God, she was
beautiful.  She was in her early twenties and had dark black hair that
fell to just below her shoulders.  Her skin was tan from being outside in
the summer months, and her eyes were a deep brown.  She was thin, but not
too thin (just perfect in the driver's eyes).  In every respect she was as
beautiful as she could possibly be, even when she was wearing the old tan
shorts and white t-shirt that she was wearing today.  Those clothes
actually enhanced ber body, since they clung to her in areas where she had
begun to sweat a little in the heat.  He could just imagine how her
slightly damp skin must feel to the touch.

They were quickly approaching, and he was feeling a bit of a lump in his
throat.  He had only looked at her for a few seconds, and already it was
going to be over.  He was thinking of cradling his head between her two
perfect breasts when he pulled to a stop at Cedar Acres.  It was her stop,
but she didn't move.  Instead, she continued to read her book, not even
noticing that it was time for her to get off.  He let the bus idle for
about a minute, but she still didn't move.  The other students began to
grumble and shift in their seats.  He cleared his throat.   She looked up
from her book and glanced out the window, but then turned back to whatever
novel she was reading.  More shifting from the restless students who were
very eager to be on their way.  He shifted the bus into gear and continued
on his route, wondering if his prayers to spend just a bit more time with
her were going to be answered.

At the next stop, she moved from her seat and took the one directly behind
the driver.  He inhaled at her nearness to him, but she still just read
her book, crossing her legs and letting the upper one bounce a bit with
the movement of the bus.  She seemed oblivious to everything but the book.

Finally, they reached the last stop.  The three boys that had been on the
bus shuffled off to return to their studies at home.  He sat still in his
seat, waiting to see what she was going to do.  Was she going to get off
the bus?

She put her book away and looked up at him with clear, shining eyes.
"Wanna go for a drive?" she said.  It was the first time he had ever heard
her speak.  Her voice was musical and sweet-sounding, almost intoxicating.
Speechless, he could just nod and start driving.  He didn't even know
where he was going...

She leaned forward until her lips were within about an inch of his ear and
whispered some directions to him.  That sent a shiver down his spine and
he felt a twinge in his pants just hearing her voice again.  

She directed him to an out of the way (and rarely used) park on the
outskirts of town.  He was surprised to see no one around at all, since it
was such a beautiful day outside.  He stopped the bus in a little clearing
surrounded by trees.  She told him to turn the bus off and to follow her.
Then, she exited the bus and took her bag with her.

She stopped in an area of the park that was fairly secluded, with trees
all around.  The sound of bees and birds could be heard, and somewhere in
the distace was the sound of children playing.  She turned towards him and
his eyes focused on her full red lips.  He was beginning to sweat and
truly wonder if the heat had gotten to him.

"I have been waiting for so long to do this," she said quietly, and her
demure attitude made the twinge in his pants turn to a definite erection.
She easily pulled her shirt off, causing his jaw to drop and wonder if he
should pinch himself to make sure he was awake.  She hadn't been wearing a
bra, and stood there before him and reached up and pinched the nipples on
her perky breasts.  "What's wrong?" she said, "I have a feeling that you
wanted this, too.  And it doesn't feel as good when MY hands are the
ones rubbing my breasts."

She stepped up to him and unbuttoned the front of his shirt.  Once he was
free of the garment, she rubbed her breasts on his hairy chest.  He seemed
so masculine to her, and so strong and aged.  To her, men were like wine,
the older the better.  

The driver, who to this point had been rendered speechless, was overcome
with lust from her transformation from innocent schoolgirl to fearless
vixen.  He ran his fingers through her hair as he felt her nipples gently
grazing his front and her hands sliding up his back.  He moaned softly and
began to kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and exploring it with
all of the passion that he'd had for her for so long.

She took his hands in hers and placed one on each breast.  His lips never
left hers as he began to rub them and gently play with her nipples.  The
longer they kissed, the more he wanted her, yet he was still afraid that
this was all a dream.  She was so young and that seemed so wrong.
But, she was so beautiful and it had been so long since he'd touched
a woman.  Dream or not, he was going to do his best to enjoy it while it
lasted.  

He was getting more daring and his hands began to roam all over her.  They
traveled to her back and then he ran his fingers through her beautiful
hair.  He slid his hands down to her ass and was not surprised to feel
that it was firm and round.  She let her hands travel as well, and soon
found her way to his pants, which she unbuttoned, but did not take off.

At long last, her kisses drifted from his mouth to his ear, which she
lingered on just long enough to nibble at for a second.  A shiver went
down his spine at this.  She planted soft, gentle, womanly kisses down his
neck and chest, and worked her way down slowly until she was on her knees
before him.  She kissed his waist and legs as she slowly pulled down his
pants and briefs all at once.  His erection stood out before her, the
hairs around it curling around it in little wisps.  She almost seemed to
ignore it as she continued to kiss his legs and thighs.  

She took a moment to smell his balls, enjoying the masculine smell of
them.  She tickled them with her nose, then began to massage them with her
hands as she finally took interest in his swollen manhood.  She kissed it
gently, just enough to tease, then began to suck on the head.  By now, his
eyes were closed and his breath was coming faster and faster.  It had been
many many years since he has received this type of attention from a
female, and he was thouroughly enjoying it.

She suddenly stopped kissing and sucking him and instead looked up at him
with eyes that were decievingly innocent.  "Are you tired of standing?"
she asked, as if he would have stopped her from blowing him if he was.
She laid down in the cool green grass and motioned for him to join her.
He pulled off the rest of his clothes and lay down next to her.  He
couldn't wait to touch her again, even though it had only been a few
seconds since he had last felt her touch.  Her lips touched his and he was
on fire once more.  Any inhibitions that he had previously been feeling
were suddenly gone, and all that was left was a woman, a man and enough
lust for them both.

He kissed her lips and face and neck and worked his way downward towards
her breasts.  They were soft and round.  She had obviously been tanning
topless, since her nipples were dark and the skin around them was a light
brown color.  He took one beautiful nipple into his mouth and sucked
gently.  

She stroked his hair and ran her fingers down his back and she enjoyed the
ecstacy of his toungue and lips on her body.  His broad, mature back
turned her on so much more than any "man" that she had met in college.
Just the thought of an older an turned her on, while everyone else had
just been boys.  She smiled as she realized that her whole body had begun
to tingle and she had never felt that way with another lover.  As he
worked his way from her breasts to her stomach, she moaned softly.  she
had been waiting all summer for this day to come.

He continued kissing her, trying to take no skin for granted, and
finally, slowly, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, pulling them and her
silk panties off of her gently, as if she were a china doll.
Losing no time, his kisses began again on her hips and thighs,
until his lips reached her soft mound.  She was already dripping wet when
he first touched her, and his lips on her caused her to let out a soft
moan.  He moved his tounge gently around her clitoris, until her moaning
became louder and her hips began to move with his tounge.  Not wanting her
to come too soon, he moved above her.  He kissed her with fierce passion
and she returned his kiss with equal force.  The taste of her own juices
on his lips only turned her on more.  She let out a gasp as he inserted
his long shaft into her, filling her completely.  

As he began to move inside of her, the velvety softness of her was almost
too much for him to handle.  He tried  to keep it slow, but it was  so
difficult for him to hold back.  She came so fast, moaning and writhing below
him, and he pounded into her, hoping that he wasn't hurting her as she was
being pressed into the grass.  She moaned and said, "aren't you going to let me
have a chance at fucking you?"  Sorry to leave her, he pulled out and took his
place on the grass, while she straddled his hard cock.  "Oh, you're so big and
hard," she moaned, rolling her head back in ecstacy.  She fucked him hard,
riding up and down his shaft until he could bear no more.  As she came a second
time, he nearly screamed as he exploded inside of her, with an absolutely
amazing feeling of release.  She bent down and kissed him on the lips, "that
was amazing," she purred, "thanks for the ride."

The two of them enjoyed each other's company a few more times that year, but
eventually she graduated and went off into the real world.  They never even
knew each other's names, but he still remembered every moment...

THE END

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