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Warning, this portion of my story contains sexually graphic material. If you are easily offended buy such things, please skip this portion.
Driving the late night busses, you are often exposed to sexually graphic stories or situations. I have never been involved in these situations but haven’t always been a willing witness. The first time this situation manifested itself, I was caught quite off guard and found it kind of shocking. On my 1:05 run at Old Town Square I boarded three college aged ladies. These ladies were pretty drunk but still in enough control to get on the bus and converse fairly well. Not far into our journey one of the girls piped up and said to her friend, “You have no idea how fucking horny I am!” She then started to sing “Summertime” (the old blues tune made popular by Janis Joplin) but with a twist. She changed the words as she went along to reflect her “horny” feelings. “Havin sex on my own ain’t easy, I need a man to fuck me,…” I don’t remember all the words she used but found it kind of funny how easily she changed them without a lot of stopping and thinking about it. I was further shocked by her saying, “Man, I need somebody’s cock up my ass so bad!” The three of them sat there (right behind me) talking back and forth about sex and what they like to do. The second one was talking about how little cock she could get into her mouth before she started to gag. Pretty much all the last girl did was sit and giggle.
Not long later we were starting to approach the CSU transit center, I was feeling like I needed a cold shower but relieved to think the girls might be transferring to the other night bus. Well, as luck would have it, they decided to stay on my bus as I could get them a little closer to where they lived. During the time we were stopped, I had the front door open, which changed the “in bus” topic to the weather outside.
I took the time at the transit center to give my bus the once-over. The next run would be my last for the evening, so to save time I started to cover a number of the “post trip” items. After checking the tires and outside lights, I finished up with a walk through to secure any items that may have been left behind by passengers. Once the wheels were rolling and the inside of the bus warmed, again the talk behind me drifted back to sex. I’m not so sure any further detail would be of any value to this story, suffice to say, the one girl with “the need” called a neighbor on her cell phone. I could only hear one side of the conversation, there was no beating around the bush here. She told him exactly what she wanted and what she expected. The call must have ended favorably as when we got to her stop she didn’t walk towards home, she ran!
On another run, the last this time, I picked up a load of students at Old Town. Mostly guys with some girls mixed in, all fairly drunk. It was fairly noisy but not troublesome until I noticed a couple laying on the floor not far behind me about to have sex! Her shirt was open, pants undone and the fellow was starting to lie on top of her. I don’t like to think of myself as a prude but it was necessary to pull the bus over and deal with this situation. Not so much because you don’t do that sort of thing on a bus, but more to protect the woman here. The couple were so concerned with each other, they totally missed the seven or eight men gathering over them, looking like their turn was next!
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