I Want Her.
She stood there waiting for the bus, forth day in a row now. I don’t know her name, but she looks simply incredible. The last four mornings have been the same since I noticed her standing by the bus stop sign.
I’m a 22 year old, rock chick. Black mid-length hair, bluey green eyes. My body’s curvy and I stand at 5’6″. I like to think my breasts are nice and in proportion with my body at a nice firm, young C cup. My tongue is pierced and have several more in my ears. A few tattoos and wanting a few more. My nails are painted black, and my make up is fairly dark with black eyeliner and mascara to define them.
Sitting, perched on the bench at the bus stop and looking up the road, my eyes couldn’t help but go back to her leaning against the sign. I had to look again. She is so stunning, beauty I had never seen before. Short, straight black hair that complimented her heart shaped face. Her nose so perfect with the end slightly tipped up. Her eyelashes were extremely long, and her lips were small with a fresh coat of red painted on them. She was petite and slim, her nails painted black too from what I saw when she changed the music on her Ipod Nano. Her cute little fingers flickered over the device untill she settled on one she liked. My eyes just couldn’t stop looking at her. Running down her body, her neck wrapped up with a large neckerchief scarf, resting lightly above the clothing on her tits. I rolled my gaze down to her slender legs, that were squeezed into a pair of tight skinny jeans, till I got to her black boots with chains on them. She was definitely something else.
I cant stop switching my view between her and looking to see if the bus was coming. Her head turns in my direction, and I look away, anywhere. Fuck, did she see me? She must of noticed I was looking. I look back over at her and sees back to looking up the road. I don’t think she noticed. I look up the road to see the bus coming down in the distance. I get up and move closer to her at the sign. As the bus gets closer to us it looks full. The guy behind me moves in front of me and her and gets ready to jump on. I hate people like that and I drop back a little and let him get on with it. The bus stops in front and the doors open. So many people were on the bus, we moved closer to the doors, when they open the man jumps in front of the girl, pulls out his oyster card and swipes it on and he’s in. As I take a step onto the bus, with the girl in front of me, the bus driver says “Sorry love, there’s no room.” She turns around and knocks me off balance, and I fall off the bus onto the ground.
This is all I fucking need. I’m blushing like hell from this girl, my cheeks burning, and she’s apologizing profusely. “I’m soo sorry are you ok..?,” she says as her hand takes mine to help me up.
Her touch is so soft, her hand so delicate. I tighten my grip and pull myself up. “It’s fine,” I reply as I slowly remove my hand from hers.
She pulls her head phones out from her ears. “I didn’t realise you were so close,” her face so worried.
I smile nervously “No, no, it’s fine. I should of canlı bahis looked where I was going,” my hands brushing the dirt from my arse.
“I guess we gotta wait a while now for the next one,” she says as she looks up the road.
I move back to the bench, and perch myself on it again. “Yea,” I pause…. “I guess so…”
I can’t believe I just fell in front of her. I must of been bright red.
“How long do you think the next bus will be?,” I heard her say as she started to come towards me. She sat down next to me on the bench.
Turning my head a little…”Im not too sure…..maybe 10? 15 minutes?”
“Urgh!, 10 maybe 15 minutes more I could of had in bed!,” her eyes meet mine and I smirk in agreement.
Her eyes are so blue, a light blue. Like the sky on a summer’s day and there being no clouds. I gazed up the road past her looking for the bus.
“Im Jay,” she turns turns quickly, saying it to me. “Well, …Jaydine, but every one calls me Jay,” she finishes, smiling at me.
“Lex,” I respond, smiling. “Well….Lexi, but people call me Lex.” She laughs. Gosh…it’s so pretty, I cant help but laugh with her.
“Where are you off to, if you don’t mind me asking?,” she says so naturally.
“Oh, just into town. I work there,” I replied, casually.
“Where do you work?,” she asks me.
“Just at the Call Centre, opposite the Post Office?,” I reply. Ha, like she’s gonna know where that is?
“Oh?…..I know where that is…it’s on Harnet Road, off Sterling Road, yeah?”
“Yeah,…..it is.” I guess I was wrong.
“Sweet, I work at the tattoo and piercing place. “Inked Up,” on Sterling Road.”
“That’s pretty cool. You a tattoo artist?,” I ask, stunned a little by the fact that we’re talking so easily.
“Yeah! I am…..Started four days ago.” Hence why I haven’t noticed her before. “I moved here from City Central.”
“Must be a bit of a differnce then hey? I mean….big city, and you move to this place. Move for the job?” Urgh gotta slow down on my questions…..moving for a job though? Hmmm…maybe she has a guy who moved here?
“Family, mainly. Most of my family live here, so I bought a flat not too far from here.” Her head turns up the road, looking out for the bus.
“Ahh right. I understand. ” I move my head in her direction looking for the bus too and I see it just coming over the hill.
“Well….we didn’t have to wait long, just please don’t knock me over again,” I say as I laugh, and I hear her giggle again.
“I promise. You can go in front of me,” she jokingly tells me with a slight laugh.
I get up from the bench and head to the bus sign waiting for the bus to come near and stop. As it stops, the doors open, and I climb up on. Swiping my card across the scanner, I move up towards the back of the bus. There’s only a few people on this time, so most of the seats are free. I see a seat halfway between the middle and the end of the bus and sit down.
“One please,” Jay says to the driver, and puts her money in the tray under the perplex glass. I watch her as she takes bahis siteleri her ticket and turns, walking up the aisle. The bus begins to take off again, slowly. Her red lips stretch into a smile at me. She walks to the seat in front of me and sits down sideways and turns to me.
“What are your hours like?,” she continues to talk to me. I can’t believe we’re still talking. I thought she would of ignored me once she was on the bus, or felt guilty for knocking me over earlier.
“They”re not too bad, start at 9.00 finish at 5.30”
“That cool,” she pauses. “I finish at 5.45. Weird, huh?”
I chuckle to myself. “Ha, just a little bit.”
I turn my head towards the window and watch the people walking and trees go by as the bus picks up speed. Turning my head back towards her, I see her looking down into her lap, fiddling with the headphone piece in her fingers.
“What are you listening to? Anything good?,” I ask her.
“Listen for yourself,” she raises her eyebrow as she hands me one of the headphones. I put it in my ear and watch her flick through the song. “This one’s awesome!”
Her face watches me as the song starts, A faded song begins to get louder at the beginning. Like a guitar solo, I listen more as the drums kick in for the build up to the song, then it blares out. I smile back at her, so she knows I’m enjoying it.
“Who is it..??,” I ask as I begin to fall in love with this song and her even more.
“Chiodos, they’re an American band. They’re good, aren’t they??,” she smiles as she puts the other ear piece in her own ear.
“They are intense! I need to find their album.”
“Oh, I’ll do you a copy if you want?” Wow, she hardly knows me and she wants to give me a copy of their album.
“Yeah?….that would be great.! Thanks”
“No problem….I got loads of other bands and groups that you’d probably like,” she tells me.
The bus pulls up to the main bus garage and I give her back her head phone. She takes it and wraps both the head phones round the player and stuffs it back in her bag. I pick mine up and sling it over my head and shoulder and get up at the same time as her. “Do I ask for her number or something? I have no clue on what to say. Shall i just ask her?,” I think to myself.
She moves to the doors of the bus and I follow behind her. Stepping off the bus I look over to her.
“Jay?…” I’m just going to do it. “Do you want my number?…Then you can give me a text or a call and let me know about the copy,” My hands fiddle in my bag as I fish out a pack of smokes and my lighter.
“Sure!, That’ll be great.” Her smile broadens a little. She dives in her bag and gets her phone out and hands it to me. I punch in my number and name, then hand it back. Clicking my lighter to light my cigarette, I inhale and blow it back out.
“I’m under Lex.” I laugh, “Just so you know.” As I begin to walk away from the bus garage, she turns and smiles at me. I hear a slight laugh from her mouth.
“I gotta go, but give me a text, yeah?”
“Yeah!” She raises her voice a little as she walks bahis şirketleri in the other direction. I walk up Sterling Road in a daze. I gave her my number. All I can think of is her as I walk further up the road. I take another puff as I turn into Harnet and make a little jog for the Call Centre, flicking my smoke away. Pushing open the entrance, I make my way over to the elevator. Jay’s so sexy. Her lips are amazing. I wonder what it would be like to kiss them. I bet they taste great, smearing her lipstick over mine. I cant help but get excited. Under those clothes she must have a perfect little body, nice little tits, gorgeous little waist. God, I want her.
The elevator sound goes and the doors open and I step inside. I wonder how her pussy looks. Is she shaven, or if she has a Brazilian wax. The doors shut. My own little pussy is twitching at the thought of her.
The doors open and I get out. Hmm….I think I’m gonna head to the toilets to freshen up. I turn and head for the ladies room. Pushing open the door, I look for a cubicle. Swinging my bag over my head and throwing it on the floor of one. Closing and locking the door behind me, I think about her sweet, slim frame. Her little butt and long legs in those tight jeans. I pull down my black leggings with holes in, along with my black thong and sit down. Leaning against the back of the unit, my hand slides down to my pussy. She’s so wet thinking about Jay. I run my fingers over my lips feeling my juices seep onto them.
“God Jay, I want you,” I whisper to myself as I push my fingers into my clit, circling it. Thrills of pleasure begin to run through my body. I want her hand where mine is. I want her naked body on top of me as lick her pussy. I want to taste her so much. Her sweet liquid trickling down my face as I feel her tongue on me. “Oh God!” I can’t be too loud, someone will hear me. But…”God, I want to taste you,” I whisper again. My pussy begins to throb and ache for her.
My fingers slip down from my clit and I push them deep into my snatch. I breathe in as I feel my fingers plunge into me. Her fingers would feel so good in me. Thrusting them deep in me. I begin to pick up speed and fuck my little cunt silly.
“Yes Jay, fuck me. Make me cum over your fingers honey,”
I whisper a little louder as I feel the hard thrusts hit me. My pussy begins to tighten around my fingers as I continue to pound them into me, forcing them deeper into me.
“Yes Jaydine, right there baby,” I gasps. Fuck, I cant take it any more! I have to cum!
“I’m coming, Jay!!!,” I scream.
I force my fingers a few more times and feel my cunt muscles tighten around them.
“Ohhhhhhh shit, Jay!!”
I’m panting as I come down from my climax, my fingers still deep in my pussy, covered in my sweet cum. I pull them out and look down at them glistening in the cubicle light. I raise them to my lips and taste them. “Mmmm” I love the taste of my cum, so sweet and sticky. I lick and suck them clean. My heart still pounding, I rise up and pull my thong and leggings up.
“Whoa!” Head rush, and a little dizzy, I pick my bag up and open the door, stepping out to the sinks and the mirror, I check my reflection.
“Shit ,work!” Dammit! I move towards the door and exit the toilets and run up the corridor to the office.