Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 17:01:18 +1200 From: sexytanya36@hotmail.com Subject: Bus Ride Bus Ride By Tanya Hill It started off as any other normal day. Getting up out of bed, shower, breakfast for myself and my two kids. But today was the first day at high school for my 13 year old daughter. She had to catch a bus to school now that took 45 minutes. I had taken the morning off work so I could ride to school with her. I sent my little one to the next-door neighbours as her child went to the same school as my young one. There we were, standing by the bus stop, on a beautiful sunny Monday morning. The bus pulled up and we climbed in getting dragged to the almost the rear of the bus by my 13 year old daughter who went on to say that all the cool kids sit at the back. I didn't want to point out the cool kids don't take they mom's but I was happy to be there. I looked around and saw that there was not many people on the bus and thought that this must be the start of the run. I am divorced, and as such, I haven't had a relation, or anything, for a long time. I normally look after myself but didn't have the chance this morning as my oldest ran into my room first thing. I envied it as I always look forward to my morning play. the bus slowed down after about 3 minutes and after mom and her daughter got on. It seemed that my daughter knew her as she waved out and the other mom was pulled to the back just as I had. the seats we are sitting on face each other and the other mom pushed in next to me as her daughter sat next to mine. We started talking and discovered that her name was Lisa and they had just come into town and our daughters had gone to the same Christmas child care. We chatted for a while then fell silent. I looked at our daughters and they seemed to be chatting like old friends. I suddenly felt a hand rest on my knee. I just about jumped. I looked over at Lisa and she was just looking out the window. I mumbled something and pushed her hand away. She put it straight back. By now my face was blushing and I tried to push her hand away again. She held onto my knee and began to stroke it. It felt so good, but I couldn't have this. I push hard at her hand and she let go and quickly put her hand on my thigh. before I realised she was stroking my inner thigh and I was sighing. I put my handbag on my lap so our daughters couldn't see. My gosh my daughter, I had only just thought about her, had she seen anything? I looked over at her and saw that they were both reading books. I sighed and realised that it just wasn't because my daughter wasn't watching, Lisa had her hand on the front on my panties and I had my legs open. Only then did I find out how wet I was for this. Lisa kept on rubbing for what seemed like ages, but infact was only about 2-3 minutes. I felt her whisper in my ear. "Tanya, do you want me to keep doing this?". I just barely managed to whisper "Yes". Lisa then whisper, "well if you want me to, then you have to stand up and take off your panties!". I gasped and slammed my legs together, to quickly that my daughter looked up. I smiled a funny smile and told Lisa I couldn't. "Well if you don't, then I won't finish you", I just about begged her to finish me, it had been so long. "Ok then, you can take you panties off just where you are sitting, but you have to do something else for me instead" I agreed without really thinking, just thinking that this was better than standing up and doing it. I lifted the rear of my skirt slowly and hooked my fingers into the strap of my panties. I lowered then slowly until I got to the edge of my skirt then pretending to knock my handbag off my lap, I quickly pull then off as I reached for my bag. My face was bright red and I looked up to see if anyone was watching. My daughter was looking at me funny over her book, but she went back to reading it, and no-one else was looking. "Give me your panties" Lisa whisper and I handed them over. Lisa's hand went back to my thigh and I sighed as I opened my legs and put my handbag back so no-one could see. Her hand found my swollen clit and began to rub, "does that feel nice" she whispered into my ear. "Oh yes" I moaned back softly. "Now for that something else" I heard her whisper. I watched as she moved my handbag. I made a grab for it, but she took her hand away my now moist and throbbing clit. "Please....." I begged again. "That something else is that you have to let your daughter watch as I bring you off" I heard the word being whispered. I slammed my legs together with her hand between my legs. "NO" I tried to whisper as softly as I could. Her hand began to rub again and I closed my eyes in an effort to keep my legs closed. Her other hand reached over and slowly with, I must admit, not much resistance from me. My legs were now wide open and if my daughter looked up, she would have a good view of everything that was going on. With my eyes still closed, I wished that my daughter wasn't watching. It felt so good. I was so close. It feels good, doesn't it" Lisa whispered, I moaned "yes", "Your daughter is seeing everything" Lisa whispered. I opened my eyes and to my shock I found that my daughter was watching, her eyes glued to what was happening to her mother. I was so close, I couldn't do anything. I keep my eyes on my daughter and see looked up and we looked at each other and then my daughters eyes went back to my mound. I actually found my legs opening wider so she could see more. I felt this feeling inside me, so intense, that I had never felt before. It was so exciting to have my daughter watch as I was being "brought" off. With a silent scream, I felt my whole body shake and I had one of the best orgasm's I had in a long time. When I opened my eyes the bus was empty, bar me and the driver. I hadn't even heard or felt the bus stop and everyone get off for school. I went over to the bus driver and asked him to stop. He pulled over and I walked home. I called in sick the rest of the day, and stayed in bed. Please, if you enjoyed the story, just want to ask questions or have something to say my email address is sexytanya36@hotmail.com. This is my first time writing a story.