Angel

By William Pratt

The Angel at the Bus Stop

The blonde at the bus stop was gorgeous, definitely one of the best looking girls Gary had ever seen. Thanks to the internet he'd seen quite a few gorgeous women, but this one was alive, breathing and no more than ten feet away. He had no warning. She was just suddenly there, almost glowing in the sun, as he ran past the shrub and turned the corner.

Gary hated the damn shrub. It grew out so close to the road that you had to pull out into traffic to see if the road was clear. Even on foot he always worried that he'd be flattened by a bike or a car turning too tightly, but the shining girl was the closest he'd been to getting knocked over and it was purely from her visual impact.

He stopped to stare without bothering to slow and almost fell over. Gravel ground under his feet as Gary kicked up dust stumbling, but managed to catch himself before crashing into her. Fortunately he'd given himself an excuse for his wide eyed stare before she noticed. Staring at a girl from a distance was one thing, you could usually get away with that, but staring from right up close was a quick way to get slapped. Drooling was definitely a non starter.

She stood with her arms crossed in front, a purse dangling from her wrist. Her breasts peeked out of her arm's concealment as she turned to see who was skidding to a halt and gave a friendly "howdy neighbour" sort of smile. Gary did his best to return the blinding flash of white and pink without gawking like a loser and maybe he succeeded, maybe not. He couldn't tell because she went back to looking down the road to the beach, watching for the bus.

While she was watching the road, and before he passed by, Gary took a chance and really looked. She wore clothes that made her look hotter than if she had been naked, the tight fit showing enough to fire his imagination and no more. Her shoulder length, golden blond hair was unadorned, no clips, bandana's or scrunchies; just shimmering waves of gleaming silk. Her blue eyes were a fantasy waiting to happen. He averted his eyes again, not certain if she caught him looking, but he didn't need to see anymore. His mind replayed her face with perfect recall. The memory was definitely worth getting slapped over.

Gary sat on the bench, pulled the book from his jacket pocket, and set about deliberately not looking at the blonde. His eyes would pop up from behind his book, glory in her beauty while "looking for the bus", and then go back to "reading". From his place on the seat behind her he was in awe of the curve as she leaned up against the bus stop sign. Her waist was tiny, hips wide in comparison, and her jeans clung to a butt that was probably the best he had ever seen. Worn, or factory bleached more likely, white patches emphasized the roundness and curve of her seat and cleanly differentiated ass from legs. By themselves, the legs were an amazing sight.

She didn't live around here because Gary had never seen her before, no mistake about that. Forgetting a body or face like that just wasn't possible. With both combined, this girl was going to own his dreams for the rest of the summer. She was about his age, fuelling hopes and fantasies, but she'd probably kick his ass if she knew what sort of fantasies. It sure wasn't the ones in the brand-new-but-read-it-before formula dungeon hack book he was "reading". Gary was fantasizing wildly about their future together.

He didn't really know his place in the world yet; sure, he'd graduate next year, go to a trade school and goof of as much as possible for the rest of his life, but, after high school, life was pretty much a mystery. Despite what the blonde was doing to him in his fevered imagination, Gary knew the odds of the future really containing a glamour model class blonde were pretty slim. All the same he could dream, so he was "looking for the bus" when she started to turn towards him.

Gary quickly began "reading" again. In doing so, he completely missed out as the girl's hands caressed the metal pole advertising the bus stop. She pressed up against it, rubbing herself on it as though the pole was a favoured lover. One leg hooked around the pole, she leaned back to thrust her breasts out and spun around it as she sank. When she was brushing the gravel, she grabbed the pole again with a dainty hand and slid the rest of the way down and into a widely spread, and pleasantly obscene, squat.

Had she been naked, the pole would have concealed her sex from Gary so she softly wagged back and forth, teasing. The jeans gave a very good form fitting illusion, with the zipper taking on very sexual connotations. Pressed against the pole again, she slowly straightened her legs as though she was stretching languorously on a bed. The whole time she cavorted with the pole, her lust filled eyes were on him as much as was physically possible. And Gary studiously saw nothing.

He saw nothing, but he heard plenty and could imagine all of it. The sound of her shoes on the gravel and the squeak of her hands on the pipe was torment; his mind filling in the details of what she was doing with almost exacting lewdness. Gary concentrated on his book while the blonde danced in his mind and gazed on him with eyes pleading for sexual satisfaction.

When silence fell, he counted to fifteen before he took a chance at glancing under the book. He saw her feet; she was still facing him so he concentrated on more "reading". He heard her shoes tap on the ground a few times, gravel moved as she took a few steps, and then his knees got pushed apart, the girl settling between them. A hand started to pull his zipper down. He immediately dropped the unread book and stared. She couldn't blame him for staring, not when she fished in his pants. She found what she wanted and sighed.

Then she looked right into his eyes, smiled her perfect smile and asked, "Good book?"

Gary choked. What sort of conversation was that while masturbating a guy through his underwear? The blonde shifted her grip to the waist band of his pants and popped the top button with the other hand. Her blue eyes glittered, her pupils enormous, as she said, "You could help, you know."

The smile she gave him, more predatory than earlier, set his heart pounding. The tongue that dragged across her glossy pink lip almost made him burst. "H-h-help?" he stammered. "What kind of help?"

She giggled a soft, musical laugh. "Stand up a bit, silly. It's hard to get pants off when you're sitting on them."

Gary shot up almost as erect as his cock. That is, he stood up so fast he got bound in his shorts and bent over slightly to relieve the strain. The girl giggled again and looked up. She leaned back a bit to meet his eye, but failed. Gary's eyes were locked on the gap between neck and shirt exposing her breasts. The sun was placed just right, shining over her head and casting little shadow onto the breasts she had to be presenting deliberately.

"Thaaaank you!" she chirped as his pants and underwear slid to his knees. Her eyes widened further as though in surprise. The girl traced her right hand up his leg, tickled his balls a moment, then her fingernails ran up the length of his cock. "That must be a really hot book you were reading to get you like this."

What the hell? Gary wondered. Was she oblivious to the effect a body like hers, not to mention what she was doing, had on a guy? She leaned back in, cutting off the view, but the loss was worth it as her tongue softly ran across the glans. Gary jerked as all the air he'd gasped into his lungs squeezed out.

"Hold still a minute." She grabbed his shaft and slowly stroked while smudging the tip glossy pink. Gary hardly noticed the cars slowing, the drivers staring, as she slowly engulfed him. Her left hand pushed his belly and she moaned, "Sit."

Gary sat. His eyes rolled up. His head rolled back. Her hand pumped softly, as though she had all the time in the world. Her lips and tongue played with him, she even nibbled a bit with her teeth. Her hand slid off and played with his balls while she pushed her head down onto him, swallowing more than he thought he had.

My god. I'm being deep throated by a complete stranger. What more could a seventeen year old virgin want on the first day of summer holidays? He'd been heading into town by bus to buy comics and visit the library and now he was headed on a speeding train to heaven. The blonde head bobbed a few more times in his lap, his cock being caressed by the finest throat muscles designed by God. Conclusive proof to Gary that God had to be a guy.

And for some reason he'd sent him an Angel.

Her body went still for a moment and she pulled up and off. "Shoot. The bus is coming. I'm real sorry, but we've got to hurry now."

Her head dropped again and she went fucking nuts on his cock, her hands beating up a frenzy, her lips dancing, tongue writhing, cum started spurting and he couldn't sit still. He moaned, but his blood was pumping past his ears so hard he couldn't hear anything. He was cumming and cumming into the mouth of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and she was swallowing all of it and still stroking, still caressing, still keeping him going, making him cum more and more, harder and harder.

He blinked and the bus was there, its door open and the driver staring.

"You getting on or waiting for the next one?" The driver asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"He's coming. Aren't you sweetie?" The Angel pulled off of him to reply as Gary shot another strand into the air. She grabbed Gary by the hand and pulled him to his feet. She then hunkered down, sucked a last bit of cum out of him, and then stood, pulling his pants up with her. "Hey, do them up on the bus. Don't want to keep people waiting."

Gary was half lead, half pulled onto the bus by his Angel. She'd even saved his book. While he fumbled out his transit card, the Angel found a seat and sat down beside a shocked looking old lady. Gary did up his pants and sat down across the aisle. Looking at the Angel sitting across from him and smiling back was getting stiff again.

"Don't," said the blonde as he wriggled to force the erection into a more comfortable position. "See if you can get the guy beside you to trade with me so I can take care of that properly."

Her smile was exquisite, even though it was directed past Gary to the middle aged suit in the window seat. The guy gulped and shot up so fast that his head hit the luggage rack with a dull thud that seemed to go unnoticed. The Angel stood in the aisle as the bus waited a moment for a runner to board then picked up speed. Without a word, the suit squeezed past Gary and flopped down beside the old lady. He looked like he was about to go into shock, his face completely florid, but Gary couldn't have looked much better because his Angel was stripping off her jeans.

"Excuse me!" barked the old lady, sounding indignant. "You can't do that in public!"

The Angel stopped to consider with a sort of stunned confusion. From her expression Gary read that a person stripping on the bus was a common event in her life, but she paused, showing a moment's doubt, before turning to look at the old lady. "I hate to sound disrespectful ma'am, but you totally missed the point of the sixties didn't you?"

"In public?" the lady shrieked.

"Oh, don't be a square. It's not any different from kissing, really, and there are no kids on the bus right now. I checked on the way back here. Besides, you can't shield them forever."

The lady was flabbergasted. "Isn't anyone going to stop them?"

The guy in the suit's head swung back and forth between the demanding old lady and the feast of teenaged pleasure disrobing beside him like he couldn't make up his mind. Gary's mind was made up. His eyes were owned entirely by the Angel.

To answer the lady, the guy who'd been running for the bus firmly said, "Nope. Looks like we're all going to sit back and watch." He excused himself and squeezed past the Angel, careful not to touch anything, and dropped into a seat where he had a clear view.

The old lady squawked something incoherent, but the Angel just smiled at her and finished peeling the skin tight jeans off of a pair of equally tight legs. The jeans had hidden nothing but pink, perfect flesh; the detailing was all the same. Plain white panties, they seemed to stick to her slightly, followed the pants. A few dozen sets of eyes followed the panties, then the feet that stepped out of them. Gary followed the hand that scooped up the clothes and traced up the arm, past the shoulder and onto the still-clothed breasts suspended in front of him as she leaned over and dropped her jeans and panties on the seat beside him. "Hey," asked the Angel, her eyes gleaming as her face hung sideways in front of his. "What are you waiting for? I can't do anything with you wearing these." She ran a hand, dragging her nails, across Gary's thigh and squeezed his groin. "Well I could, but it's not going to be very comfortable and I want to totally blow your mind and ruin you for all other women the first time. We can get kinky later."

Gary had slid his pants down to his knees before he really realized what he was doing and stopped to say something, to question what was going on, it was just too surreal. The words never made it out because halfway seemed to be enough for the Angel. She planted herself in his lap, straddling him, and laid on a kiss the likes of which he'd never experienced--not that it was saying much. Plus the squeezing and relaxing hand she had enclosed his penis with sure helped leave Millie Henley's post dance kiss back in grade ten in the dust.

"Why are you doing this?" Gary finally got out a few seconds after the kiss broke.

"Because you want me to. I can't think of a better reason. Well actually I can: because I want to and you can bet I wouldn't be doing this," she herself up on her knees and smoothly sunk herself onto just the tip of Gary's cock as her hand squeezed, "if I didn't want to."

She slid down just a little bit more and Gary's mind fuzzed. The most beautiful girl in the world . . . he lost the train of thought, lost all thought, as she lifted back up. He only vaguely caught the rest of what she said and spent the next eternity in shock, trying to open and ready his first condom. On public transit. With people watching. That plus the way the Angel was looking at him as he fumbled had him wilting.

"You've never done this before have you?" asked the Angel.

"No," he squeaked.

"So you've just been having unprotected sex with girls? Come on! You look smarter than that."

"No. I've never done this before." And none of the girls in my dreams ever cared about AIDS or pregnancy.

The Angel's face lit up again. "So we get to lose it together? Right on!" She burned out another few years worth of brain cells with a scorching kiss before continuing. "I had you figured as some sort of sexual god with thousands of conquests. This is going to be so great! I knew I was saving myself for a reason. Always thought it'd be marriage . . .."

Her grin exploded into brilliant light. Her eyes gleamed. "Let's get married!"