“ Well, okay, I'll see you this afternoon then. My planes lands at 2:15 and its flying 714. Okay, severalise Cindy that Gramps will be there. I wouldn't miss her commencement exercise for the Earth. okey, I'd better go, they're calling my flight of stairs,"I said over the telephone to my daughter.

They called my rear end assignment so I got in billet and we slowly marched to the ticket agent and then down the jet way to circuit board the plane. It was just me, no one else. It has been just me since my Brigid of 42 years passed away two years ago right after we moved down here to Everglade State. We had bought a house in a retirement vicinity so after she passed I decided to detain. The weather's great and the golfing is sensational with respectable, understanding Friend to keep me harbour, so it's okay I guess, not as sound as if my Molly was here though.

I really wished that my daughter lived a short closer so I could spend more sentence with Cindy, but after Bill's company transferred them to Denver, well, I guess it all worked out for the ripe. Anyway, Cindy had grown up to be a real noblewoman and was now graduating from high school and going to college next drop. I don't experience where just yet, she changes her intellect every other week, just for good measure. As I found 24C - I always chose the islet seat, arthritic genu you know, so I can at least walk when I get there - and just got settled in, I noticed a Young woman take the air up to 24F, stopover and see right at me, then she smiled and went to her seat.

There was something very familiar spirit about her but I couldn't put my finger on it. My mind was straining to recollect what it was about her when she looked my direction again and she smiled once more. She looks so familiar, what is it ? She is wearing a white skirt and floral blouse and as she looked out of the windowpane, I saw her yearn crimson blonde hair and then it came rolling back to me. I hadn't cerebration of her in a long, long time, but now those retentivity came flooding back and instantly I was back over forty years, back to 1968.

How can I be so surely of the particular date ? Well, it was Dec 27, 1968 to be exact and I was on a Greyhound bus going south on I-5 just N of capital of Oregon, Oregon. It was 1230 and we were just about to halt in Woodburn. I remembered it as if it was yesterday and all of a sudden, I was there in that time in that plaza. Yes I remembered it like it was yesterday.

I had been home on leave before heading back to Nam for my third tour. I liked it over there, I guess because no one was ever shooting at me like most of the other fellas over there. I was in administration, a Sergeant in the regular army, E-6 on my way to an E-8 by the time I retired after my 20. Anyway, I was heading back to fortress Ord near Monterey and I was kind of commonplace having boarded that bus a 0730.

I know three people got on the bus in Woodburn ; two Russians, a father and his son and a Whitney Young woman, well barely a woman, more like an older girl, maybe eighteen or so. She looked my direction for a tenacious second, I smiled and she looked offend and mortified. Then she turned to her seat, excused herself and crawled over the previous gentleman to postulate the window bottom. She never looked my way again but I noticed right off that she was crying a little as she turned her head towards the window. All I saw of her for a spell was the spinal column of head and her reddish blond hair.

I had worn my dress uniform because service men got a break on their transportation costs if they wore them, even though it was a quarry for insults and derision from some people. I tried not to let it bother me nigh of the fourth dimension but I wondered if my wearing it had brought on such this emotional chemical reaction from the female child by the windowpane."Oh well,"I thought,"You can't please all of the mass all of the time."

We arrived in capital of Oregon around 1300 and the device driver announced that we were to subscribe to a scheduled suspension so we could take hold of some chow chow, so I headed for the isle and just as I got there, the girl stood up, looked at me again, lowered her headland and walked off the bus. I was right behind her and as we walked towards the terminal, I reached out and took the doorway for her and said,"After you Miss."She didn't look up at me or my uniform but walked through the door and towards the café. I walked behind her and quickly introduced myself.

"young lady, I'm sorry if my undifferentiated bothers you. I know it bothers a lot of people these days and I just want to say to not let it bother you at all. I'm a courteous guy, I've never killed anyone and don't intend to either. I'm Staff sergeant Anderson, but you can call me Andy, everybody does."

She just looked at me but didn't say a word.

"I was wondering if I could buy you some chow, you know, some tiffin,"I continued to speak, escorting her over to a tabular array and pulling back the chair for her. She sat down and I took the one on the diametrical side of meat as I kept up the chatter.

"I don't know how you feel about this war and all, but…"I started but she interrupted with.

"rich person you been over to Viet Nam ?"she blurted out.

I smiled at her and answered ;"Why yes, two clip and I'm…"she interrupted again.

"I hate that place ! I hate it more than anything !"she spat out.

I suddenly got her message and asked her,"Did you lose someone over there ?"

She looked flat ahead and a teardrop came to her eye. She didn't answer, she didn't have to. Her resolution was in her tears rolling down her cheek.

"I'm so lamentable,"I said earnestly and meant it."Was it your brother or husband or friend ?"

She fought for her composure as she mumbled, barely audibly,"My fiancé. We were suppose to be married a soon as he got back home. Well, he's back house in Woodburn but we're not getting married,"she said through her tears that ran down her face.

I was truly touched and reached out to took her manus and gave it a squeeze. She looked startled at first and I thought maybe I had been too forward in showing my sincere grief for this female child but, just as I was about to conduct it away, she reached out her other mitt and placed it over the duet. I was touched beyond belief as I looked into her eye and saw the terrible hurt that she felt.

Just then the waitress came up to consume our orders and the turn, or whatever it was, was lost and we looked down at the menu. We hurriedly ate our lunch and headed back to the bus and upon arriving at our seats, the former gentleman must hold gotten off because he was nowhere to be seen. I let her in and asked,"Do you heed,"indicating that I would like to sit down with her. She looked sort of cautious but didn't say a word as turned her nous and looked out of the window. I took that as a"No I don't nous,"and sat down in the seat penny-pinching the islet for safe keeping.

I chatted and she continued looking out the window, not really saying anything in response. I didn't mind and kept up the constant drone of chatter all the way to our next halt in Eugene. We stopped but for an instantaneous and were soon on the route again continuing on our way south.

About 1630 it started getting night as the sky was telling me that a storm was a brewing and the sun was make to set to bring up. I had lived in the Seattle country for near of my life-time and I had seen many nights like the one we were heading into. I suddenly felt a cooling breeze run through the bus and saw the girl physically shiver. I looked up in the command overhead compartment for a blanket of some kind and found one nicely folded right where it should be stored.

Taking it down and spreading it over her lap for affectionateness, she looked up at me and for the first clip she smiled and said,"Thank you Andy."

I sat back down and scooted over a posterior and crawled up under the early half of the blanket and put my hand down on my articulatio genus for warmth. She duplicated the movement with her bridge player and in an wink, they met under the blanket and we both froze.

She turned her head and so did I. We looked into each other centre and then she did the foreign matter, she placed her hand on top of judgement and scooted it over to her knee and rested it there. My heart skipped a beat as my hand came to rest on the nylon stocking covering the peel on her stifle. It felt bumpy and scratchy at first but oh so soft and finespun as I got used to it. She had turned her question back around to the window as my hand rubbed her knee tenderly.

"Did you know Bobby over there. His name was PFC Henry M. Robert Jones, he was in the 7th regular army. He was sort of tall, about 6'4"and kind of…"

"I haven't been over there in a distich of age and there are so many hombre over there and I…"my voice trailed off to nothing.

"Yeah, I suppose so,"she said almost as a second thought."He wanted me to afford in to him you know."Turning to count at me she explained,"You know he wanted me to, ah, you know, make love with him before he went over. He said that if he didn't come back,"she broke down and started to sob out her story."If he didn't come back then I would at least have this to call back him with,"she sobbed."And I wouldn't do it with him. I said"I wanted to wait until we were married !"she broke down into ungovernable tears."Now I'll never know what it feels like to pee-pee make out with him. He's not coming back !"

She threw her head into my shoulder as the tears flowed from her eyes. She was letting it all come out of her soulfulness ; the hate, the guilty conscience, the red and the brokenheartedness, all flowed out with the tears. As she cried, she moved her face upward and the more she cried, the higher her face went until she was looking right into my eye, only a few column inch away. Then, taking me by my impertinence, she pulled me down until our lips met in a warm appearance of affection.

I realized that she wasn't kissing me but was giving Bobby what she could ; all of the love life that she could muster. My manus that was touching her knee suddenly felt the warmheartedness of hers sliding it up her inner thigh, up the nylon covered pulp towards her holy place grail. It reached her firmness that only a girdle can bring on and at that very consequence, the four-in-hand luminousness came on and the driver announced that we were arriving in Roseburg.

She removed my hired hand from her thigh and folded up the blanket. Smoothing her bird out with her mitt, she told me,"Excuse me, I have to go to the wash room,"and got up to file out of the bus. I didn't know what to do or to say so I just followed her to the restaurant and went to the men's room to refreshen up myself.

When I had finished, I waited for my new supporter to come up out of the ladies room but to no avail. I waited and waited until the final call for the bus rang out over the speaker. I hurriedly walked to the loaded bus not knowing for indisputable what hap to her so when I climbed up on the bus and looked at the tail end we had occupied, I saw zippo. My sum sank as I walked slowly back to the evacuate tail end. As I approached, I looked all the way to the back of the bus, to the last row of stern and I saw a comrade aspect and head sticking over the top of the behind in front.

I walked back to the rump as the lights were dimmed and we drove away. I swung down beside of her sitting under the cover that she had brought back with her and she threw it up to welcome my return. She took my paw and led it down to where it had been but this time it felt nothing but skin, the skin of her bare thigh. She had removed her nylons and I bet her girdle too. Now all I had to do was reassert my assumption of the latter.

As my script found the softness of her internal second joint smooth and silky to the ghost, I wanted to witness out if she had, indeed, removed her stiff girdle with the silk stocking but I didn't want to stimulate right up there and take the risk of scaring her off. So as she lowered herself down in a laying position back onto the rear end, I ran my other hand down to her humbled back to give her the coming into court of aiding her down and felt the waist banding of her underwear balling up under her skirt. My middle was racing with joy because although I knew that it wasn't me that she wanted to adjoin her, I was going to be the one doing the touching.

My handwriting made its way higher and higher up her privileged thigh, very slowly, very tenderly caressing her strong smooth skin as it made its journeying. Her leg separated with my advance upward until it reached its destination. A groan escaped her lips as my hand landed on her warm, soft private parts and she jerked involuntarily away from the stimulant of my first clock time advance. I lightly ran my fingers over her Mons area, slightly tickling her rim as my fingers started rubbing and massaging her junction. Another moan came forth from her lip as she thrust up with her hips to micturate foster middleman with my probing hand and fingers.

I ran my outset and third finger up either side of her lips and drug my heart one along her twat. I encountered a plot of moisture as they reached between her legs and she threw out her Kuki in banker's acceptance of the pleasance. I took my other paw away from her low-pitched back, having served its role fountainhead, and moved it up her the front of her blouse and started undoing the protective buttons.

Soon her blouse hung open to my early hand and her clean bra looked invitingly easy and contoured to her breasts. She groaned in an plausive way as I slid one strap over her shoulder and pulled the cup away from her wellspring defined earth. She had her eyes closed tight and I was sure she was enjoying Bobby's imaginary caresses as she continued to groan and incite into his ( my ) touch.

She was laying flat on her back with her right leg bent at the human knee resting on the seat and her left leg, also bent at the stifle was flat on the floor. Both legs were as wide apart as potential opening up her crotch to my insistent geographic expedition. My fingers were pressing into her lips as my middle finger was rubbing the interior of her slit and were getting very wet through the fork of her panties. As I touched her button she would groan in a flash voice.

"Shush infant,"I admonished her."Not too trashy. You don't want everyone wondering what we're doing back here."

"Oh Bobby, it feels so good,"she whispered."I knew it would."

I didn't let on that it wasn't Bobby that made her tactile property so good but just kept up with my action. I pressed my palm into her junction, right over her scuttle and I could feel her gushing juices flowing out over her sassing onto the private parts of her pantie. She was moaning again rather loudly and then the luminance came up in the coach and the driver's voice came across the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just received word of honor that we will be stopping in Medford for the evening due to the road shutdown at the Siskiyou passing game from the snow accumulation. Greyhound business line has made system with a topical anaesthetic Motel to put you up at a bank discount of 50 % for all fine passengers. If you do not wish to or can not afford a Motel elbow room, you can stay at the terminal free of charge until we can resume our travels. Greyhound Lines apologizes for any inconvenience this time lag may make and we will try our right to meet your every pauperization. Again we…"

I looked down as she was panting her arousal through her exposed mouth and I asked,"Can you open a room ?"

"I don't know, how much are they ?"she answered in a breathy voice.

"I'll get one for the both of us, okay ?"I stated.

"OK,"she answered.

She put herself back together and was smoothing out her skirt as we made our way forward to the movement door. Everyone else had departed the bus already so we didn't have to run into any stares that may have been coming our focusing so I went into the Motel and stood in line for MY room key. Securing it in my hot little hand, I walked out to escort my admirer all the way down to the end unit where we would be spending the nighttime. My heart was racing as I opened the door.

We went in and turned on the overhead Inner Light and pulled the curtain to the straw man windowpane. Turning around to bet at her expression to see if she had changed her mind, I could differentiate she was as nervous as a cat at the dog normal so I walked up to her and reached around to leave her a hug. She accepted my reassurance and rested her head on my chest. We stood that way for a long meter until I said to her,"Are you prepare ?"

She looked up into my gaze and with a trembling lip tucked under her front teeth she shook her capitulum in the plausive and backed away. My deal went to my tie around my neck and pulled on the knot to loosen it as her helping hand went back to the buttons on her blouse. We both started removing our clothing and soon we had our outer wear lying in a pile on the floor. I was standing there in just my boxers and she had left on her bra and scanty covered by a half slip of paper. I looked deeply into her center as she slowly came to me to give me a ardent embrace.

The sensation of feeling the cutter warmness of her body wrapping itself up against my own sent a small shiver through me as I placed my arm around her and gave her sensory hug. She seemed to mellow out into it and hugged me back with her implements of war, her stomach, her rose hip and her thighs. My cock started to yank at the thought of her next to me so I leaned down and institute my lips next to hers.

She allowed me to kiss her tenderly but as I increased the imperativeness and strength of my lips, her answer was one of longing and acceptance. We opened our mouth to each early and we started to heat up with our kiss as I slowly steered her towards the bed and when her legs ran up against the mattress, I stopped my backward motion and broke the enchantment. I looked down into her eyes and she into mine and then I dropped my hand down to encompass her bra covered breast.

Her eyes closed at the low gear touch but quickly reopened in a wanting variety of looking at. I moved my other hand up and placed it on top of her matching tit as she continued to stare into my eyes. I tenderly rubbed and squeezed them for a brief mo and then I moved my hands around to release them from their confining constraint. She never took her eyeball away from mind, not even when her bra tension was released and it fell away from her chest. She looked longingly, invitingly into my heart with a reassure adoption of what was about to happen.

I placed my hands on the spine of her shoulder joint and sliding them under the now loose strap that were holding it in seat I slowing removed them down over her berm as the cups fell away to reveal the two beautiful earth to my thirsty eye. I silently gasped at the sight of her two perfectly shaped glands that were now exposed to me as I followed the descending bra with my bridge player and replaced the material with skin. She once again closed her eyes and bit down tenderly on her lower lip.

I ran each hand around on the dirty money that I just discovered, slowly rubbing, caressing and massaging them, paying limited aid to her tight little dark-brown areolas with their pebble shaped nipples standing at attention on top of them. A moan escaped from her lips as she tilted her head backward and stuck out her chest of drawers in an inviting gesture. I knew that I had to try them so I slowly bent down at the waist and took one in between my lips.

She put her hands around my head and pulled it down into her white meat as the word"Yes"came out of her mouth in a susurration. She obviously wanted this as lots as I did and was participating in her conquest with an unanticipated reception to my increasing betterment, so when I placed my leftover helping hand down on her strip right between her pegleg, I wasn't surprised when she raised her left human knee up and out and threw back her oral sex and sighed loudly,"Oh yes Bobby !"

I pressed my helping hand deep into her genitals as she ground back with her hips. My mouthpiece was sucking on her white meat hard as she rubbed my principal with both of her bridge player. I grabbed the silky material of the half gaffe and tugged on it until it gave way at the waistband to the descent down over her farsighted melt off legs and laid there in a agglomerate around her ankles. She was now on rival basis with me as far as our closet goes so I pressed her backward until she was lying flat on her back on the bed.

I stood there as I watched her scoot herself back on the bed until her principal was resting on the pillow. She looked longingly into my eyes, waiting for me to earn the following move. I hooked my thumb on my elastic waistband and slowly pulled down my shorts. I pulled it outward as it passed my erection so as not to get caught and then I removed them completely from my body. I stood back up and let my to the full distance stand out straight for her approval and watched as her eyes grew in size. After she got over the seismic disturbance of seeing my ok hard-on, she stuck out her hand and invited me to join her on the bed.

As I approached her view on her back, I crawled forward on my mitt and knees until my face was breast senior high school. Tilting my straits upward, I looked into her eyes and saw the most wanting face in them so I placed my mouth down on her titty and lay the repose of my dead body down beside her hip. My hand went right to her privates as she separated her legs out wide to make room for my groping jot and when she felt my fingers go in between her legs, she raised her pelvis and turned them into my pressure.

She was panting now as I went up to the girdle of her scanty and ran my handwriting down the inside of them. A welcoming squeal came from her out-of-doors mouth when I inserted one of my fingers up into her opening as she began to hump her hips into my insertion. She threw her legs out wide as I applied my digit to her wetness and then yelled out garish when I found her pleasure push hiding under its strong-armer up at the top of her slit. She clamped her legs together hard, trapping my full hand deep inside her panties.

Her crotch was sopping wet from her sacking and clinging to her pilus covered labia lips. Her kinky pubic hair was matted and sticky as I peeled down her underwear over her hips. She had them raised up to adapt with their remotion and now her legs were unfold wide-cut apart again. I could see her bleakness under the glare of the overhead light and her reddish Brown mound that covered her mons veneris area. Her tight puffy brim were clamped together firmly but the least insertion of my finger revealed the glistening pink slit that opened up to display her shroud treasures.

Her odor was that of a cleaning lady ; all musty and ripe with the fragrance of a damp iniquity secret hidden within her depths. Her hooded pleasure clitoris was sticking out is head teasingly, readying itself for the wizard that were to befall. Her hips were quivering and her manus were clucking the flat solid below her. She was ready for another Assault and I knew just what to do.

I shifted my weight between her two branch and lowered my headspring down to taste her vaginal nectar that was freely oozing out of her opening. She gasped out her blessing as I stuck out my lingua to tear in as much of her fluids as I could into my mouth. Her hips were writhing about from my tongue action and I was having a severely time keeping it buried at her hole so I switched it up and settled for her out of sight client. Finding it right where it should be, I teased it with my knife but then I picked it with my lips and string it into my back talk with a sucking motion.

She went hazardous with stimulation as she threw her head from English to slope and her hips bounced me off of her clitoris. She was trying to close down her legs but they couldn't get by my torso as I drove back down with my lips to take another try on her sensitive treasure. It was ripe and gear up and this time she grabbed the hair on my headland and pulled it away and then pushed it back down as she forced my face into her snatch once again. She was writhing about, trying to force it to build up to a departure but not quite getting there. I knew she was prepare so I went for it.

I rose up on my hands and crawled up to her crotch. I took my glut cock and placed it right at her possibility as she came to a complete stop. She quit breathing, she didn't movement. I started the slow unconscious process of my intrusion into her sacred, miserly epithelial duct of this Virgin girl that I met only a few hours before. She wanted me to separate it, to penetrate it with my prick, to deflower her previously unopened vaginal canal. She wanted it, she was begging for it and now she was about to live her final, unfelt emotional superstar. She was about to unloosen her virginity.

I didn't say a word I just started pushing it in. She was so well lubricated that it slipped through the niggardliness of her unwilling vaginal muscles but the sensation to me was unbelievable. It was as if a tight, a very tight rubber-base paint glove, one that was much too belittled for the wearer, was placed down there around my cock and as I pressed it into her boxing glove, the sides of it were extremely restrictive to my incisive air pressure. Slowly it went in through the tightfistedness of her orifice to the inner indorsement of her pussy. I didn't realize that she was holding her breathing spell throughout the entire insertion outgrowth but when she finally let out her breathing space, we were married together, pubic fuzz to pubic fuzz, as inscrutable as I could possibly recruit her.

I stopped for a second, resting there in her midst, and waiting for her response to my presence. She finally did through her rosehip opening up and pressing forward into mine. I started to dispatch it from its well earned billet bass inside of her uterus and as I did, the rampart of her vagina almost spatter it out they were so glad to rid themselves of its bearing. But as soon as I had nearly extracted it out, I started the whole process again, forcing myself back into her most consecrated piazza. It wasn't any comfortable this time than the last but I soon was buried mystifying into her once again.

I started out again, this metre taking it quicker and with more than military unit as I reversed my course of action and started back in. She was enjoying my insertion and drug withdrawal as much as I was and she started to express with every one that she felt.

"Oh, oh, oh,"she was saying in ever increasing tonal range and flashiness."Oh Bobby, it feels so trade good. Oh, oh, oh,"she would say in speech rhythm with the insertions.

Her eyes were tightly closed and her fists were knotting up the sheet by her side as I continued to increase my speed and firmness. She grabbed me by my hind end and dug her fingerbreadth into my flesh, pulling me into her wanting vagina with every thrust in. She had placed her heels into the mattress and was raising her rose hip, trying to wedge my cock into her opening boost and further with every thrust that I made. I could experience the urge as it began to make deep in my pubes and I knew that my time inside of this lovely miss was now limited so I redoubled my effort to bring her over the top with me.

"Oh Bobby, oh Bobby, Yes My sexual love, oh Yes, OH YES, OH BOBBY YESSSS ! ! !"she screamed out to the Shangri-la. She strained every sinew in her little organic structure as she became rigid as a board, letting it build deep in her uterus where I was planting my throbbing turncock. She was straining her hips a foot off the bed now as she was trying and straining to get the very last ounce of energy into her tone ending and then, in one final expulsion of emotion, she released it all in one, never ending dismissal that shook the entire room.

"OH GOD BOBBY YES. OH YES, OH YES"she kept repeating over and over as she flooded the bed with her fluids. Her fingernails were piercing the shape on my prat as she was trying to reposition me from my position deep within her uterus. But as I shot my first Mexican valium of sperm into her, I realized that I hadn't taken any precaution into mind before starting this matter. Now it was too late. I couldn't have stopped it even if I had wanted to.

The audio of our fluids, sloshing together and out of her tight possible action echoed off the rampart as I continued to slam dance myself into her wide spread peg. She was over the material body up level and was rapidly into the total release stage. Her face was contorted, her eyes were tightly shut and her eubstance was rapidly exerting itself into a mass of en Energy Department that knew no bound. She was slamming her crotch into mine with no respect to her own comfort. All she wanted was to find that scabies between her legs finally get scratched.

As the final of my spermatozoan oozed out into her womb, her muscle latent hostility finally got the better of her and she settled into a rapid charge per unit of ventilation in her non-moving final release. She was spent, so threadbare, exhausted was more like it but she felt an enormous since of pleasance coming from her orgasm. She exhaled greatly, almost a meretricious sigh and then opened her eyes and smiled.

"Thank you Andy,"she said coyly."Thank you for making this happen for me, for bringing it to animation. I know that Bobby would thank you too."

She put her arms around my cervix and pulled me down into a very sensuous yet thankful kiss. She kissed me with gratitude for all of the meaning that I put into our love making and with respect for the tenderness that I had shown her. But mainly, I think anyway, for proving to her that she can love and be loved once again.

We slept that night in each others munition. But when I awoke, she was gone, she was not in my bed, not in the elbow room and when I went to the bus, she was not there either. She had vanished out of my life as she had entered it, quickly and meaningfully, leaving me warm and disordered but all alone again.

As I glanced over at the little girl sitting on my airplane, looking out of the windowpane, I remembered the fille on the bus some forty years ago and I suddenly wondered where she was just now. I wondered what had become of her, did she ever find another Bobby and get married. I wondered what her children looked like and hoped that one of them looked like me. I wondered, as I closed my eyes and drifted off to catch some Z's, if she ever wondered about me .