The Driver 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...