I hadn't been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and muscularman with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next to me. It wasjust beginning to get dark.

The long shadows had disappeared, and the weaklight of a closed auto parts store accross the street cast a moonlike glowover the nearby trees and shrubbery. I nervously pulled my purse nearer, looking down. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Barbara, " I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down to myhands. His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could tell his gazehad returned to examining my breasts under my red cardigan sweater. I suddenlyfelt totally nude. Reaching into my purse, I removed several Hershey's Kisses, unwrapped oneand put it into my mouth. It was soft and sticky from the day's heat. "Have some, " I said, handing him two of the chocolates. As he unwrappedone, I toyed the chocolate from my fingers, looking into his eyes with myeyebrows raised. His eyes met mine again with a smile.

"Your hands are a mess, " I said, and reached for his hand. One by one, Iplaced his fingers in my mouth, first sucking and then toying away all tracesof the chocolate with my tongue.

Without releasing his hand I stood, took mypurse, and led him around the bus stop bench. There was a school athleticfield here, and a tiny building for athletic equipment squeezed the loosehedges and trees into an iron fence. In a moment we were in theshrubbery between the fence and building.

His hands reached for me roughly, brushing the underside of my breasts, butI placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed him unprotesting against thewall. His eyes widened. Kneeling then, I unzipped his jeans and pulled themand his briefs down in a single stroke. His length swung slowly before my eyesI could feel its warmth radiating onto my face. Gently I cradled it in myhands, lifting it to my mouth. I moved my tongue slowly around the tip andthen slid it in. It grew pulsatingly larger every second. Placing my handson his hips, I moved them around to his buns and held the loose flesh there, moving his length in and out. A groan escaped his lips and he placed his handon the nape of my neck, slowly stroking my long yellow hair from theunderside. The pressure from his hand increased suddenly, his length filling my throat.His come filled my mouth, and the spasms from his groin pulsated from my headdown my spine.

Swallowing, I stood and smiled at him briefly. A sound fromthe street heralded the arrival of the bus. "Bye bye, " I said, slipping outof the hedges quickly. "Barbara!" he called. I said nothing, leaving himthere frantically dressing himself. As I stepped onto the platform of the bus, I could hear "What's your phonenumber?" faintly over the roar of the bus' engines. Not looking back, thedoors closed behind me and the bus lurched into the deepening night.