“ fountainhead, okay, I'll see you this afternoon then. My planes estate at 2:15 and its flight 714. Okay, tell Cindy that grandpa will be there. I wouldn't miss her commencement exercise for the world. Okay, I'd better go, they're calling my flight,"I said over the phone to my daughter.

They called my seat duty assignment so I got in telephone circuit and we slowly marched to the tag agent and then down the jet way to card the planer. It was just me, no one else. It has been just me since my Saint Bride of 42 age passed away two years ago right after we moved down here to Florida. We had bought a family in a retirement neighborhood so after she passed I decided to appease. The weather's keen and the golfing is sensory with estimable, understanding champion to hold on me entertained, so it's OK I guess, not as good as if my mollie was here though.

I really wished that my daughter lived a lilliputian closer so I could spend more meter with Cindy, but after Bill's caller transferred them to Mile-High City, well, I guess it all worked out for the unspoiled. Anyway, Cindy had grown up to be a real ma'am and was now graduating from high school and going to college next fall. I don't sleep together where just yet, she changes her intellect every other workweek, just for ripe measure. As I found 24C - I always chose the isle backside, creaky knee you know, so I can at to the lowest degree base on balls when I get there - and just got settled in, I noticed a young charwoman take the air up to 24F, stoppage and look right at me, then she smiled and went to her seat.

There was something very comrade about her but I couldn't put my finger on it. My brain 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 window, I saw her long blood-red blonde hair and then it came rolling back to me. I hadn't persuasion of her in a long, long sentence, but now those memories came flooding back and instantly I was back over forty year, back to 1968.

How can I be so sure of the date ? Well, it was December 27, 1968 to be demand and I was on a Greyhound bus going Confederacy on I-5 just North of Salem, Oregon. It was 1230 and we were just about to stop in Woodburn. I remembered it as if it was yesterday and all of a sudden, I was there in that prison term in that place. Yes I remembered it like it was yesterday.

I had been home on leave before heading back to Nam for my 3rd term of enlistment. I liked it over there, I guess because no one was ever shooting at me like most of the early cuss over there. I was in administration, a serjeant-at-law in the Army, E-6 on my way to an E-8 by the time I retired after my twenty. Anyway, I was heading back to Fort Ord near Monterey and I was kind of tired 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 unseasoned woman, well barely a woman, more like an sometime daughter, maybe eighteen or so. She looked my direction for a long bit, I smiled and she looked shocked and mortified. Then she turned to her seat, excused herself and crawled over the older gentleman to take the window place. 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 while was the backrest of head and her reddish blond hair.

I had worn my dress uniform because service men got a break of serve on their fare costs if they wore them, even though it was a target for revilement and ridicule from some people. I tried not to let it vex me most of the clock time but I wondered if my wearing it had brought on such this emotional chemical reaction from the girl by the window."Oh well,"I thought,"You can't please all of the mass all of the time."

We arrived in Salem around 1300 and the device driver announced that we were to assume a schedule break so we could grab some chow, so I headed for the isle and just as I got there, the girl stood up, looked at me again, lowered her head and walked off the bus. I was right behind her and as we walked towards the terminal, I reached out and took the door for her and said,"After you Miss."She didn't look up at me or my unvarying but walked through the doorway 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 the great unwashed these Clarence Day and I just want to say to not let it inconvenience you at all. I'm a nice guy, I've never killed anyone and don't intend to either. I'm staff sergeant Philip Warren 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 lunch,"I continued to talk, escorting her over to a table and pulling back the chair for her. She sat down and I took the one on the diametric face as I kept up the chatter.

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

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

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

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

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

She looked heterosexual ahead and a tear came to her eye. She didn't result, she didn't have to. Her solvent was in her snag rolling down her cheek.

"I'm so sorry,"I said earnestly and stand for it."Was it your blood brother or husband or ally ?"

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

I was truly bear on and reached out to took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She looked startled at first and I thought maybe I had been too forward in showing my solemn grief for this girl but, just as I was about to aim it away, she reached out her other hand and placed it over the pair. I was touched beyond notion as I looked into her eyes and saw the terrible suffering that she felt.

Just then the waitress came up to get our Holy Order and the enchantment, or whatever it was, was lost and we looked down at the computer menu. We hurriedly ate our lunch and headed back to the bus and upon arriving at our seating room, the sometime valet must have gotten off because he was nowhere to be seen. I let her in and asked,"Do you bear in mind,"indicating that I would wish to sit down with her. She looked form of timid but didn't say a word as turned her head and looked out of the window. I took that as a"No I don't mind,"and sat down in the seat nearest the isle for condom keeping.

I chatted and she continued looking out the window, not really saying anything in reaction. I didn't mind and kept up the constant poke of chatter all the way to our next stop in Eugene. We stopped but for an split second and were soon on the road again continuing on our way south.

About 1630 it started getting dark as the sky was telling me that a storm was a brewing and the sun was cook to set to bring up. I had lived in the Seattle arena for well-nigh of my life sentence and I had seen many night like the one we were heading into. I suddenly felt a chilling picnic run through the bus and saw the little girl physically shiver. I looked up in the overhead compartment for a mantle of some kind and found one nicely folded right where it should be stored.

Taking it down and spreading it over her lap for warmth, she looked up at me and for the foremost time she smiled and said,"Thank you Andy."

I sat back down and scooted over a buns and crawled up under the other half of the blanket and put my paw down on my knee for lovingness. She duplicated the movement with her hand and in an flash, they met under the mantle and we both froze.

She turned her pass and so did I. We looked into each other eyes and then she did the strangest thing, she placed her hand on top of mind and scooted it over to her articulatio genus and rested it there. My heart skipped a beat as my paw came to stay on the silk stocking covering the skin on her knee. It felt rough and scratchy at first-class honours degree but oh so soft and delicate as I got used to it. She had turned her promontory back around to the window as my script rubbed her knee tenderly.

"Did you know Bobby over there. His gens was PFC Robert Daniel Jones, he was in the 7th Army. He was form of tall, about 6'4"and kind of…"

"I haven't been over there in a duo of long time and there are so many guy over there and I…"my interpreter trailed off to nothing.

"Yeah, I suppose so,"she said almost as a second thinking."He wanted me to grant in to him you know."Turning to look at me she explained,"You know he wanted me to, ah, you know, make dearest 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 remember 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 uncontrollable snag."Now I'll never know what it feels like to make believe have sex with him. He's not coming back !"

She threw her caput into my articulatio humeri as the tears flowed from her center. She was letting it all come out of her psyche ; the hatred, the guilty conscience, the departure and the grief, all flowed out with the rent. As she cried, she moved her face upward and the More she cried, the gamey her fount went until she was looking right into my eyes, only a few inches away. Then, taking me by my cheek, she pulled me down until our lips met in a warm show of affection.

I realized that she wasn't kissing me but was giving Bobby what she could ; all of the love that she could summon. My hand that was touching her knee suddenly felt the warmth of hers sliding it up her intimate thigh, up the nylon covered flesh towards her Holy Grail. It reached her firmness of purpose that only a girdle can farm and at that very mo, the coach light came on and the driver announced that we were arriving in Roseburg.

She removed my script from her thigh and folded up the blanket. Smoothing her skirt out with her hired man, she told me,"excuse me, I have to go to the public convenience,"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 freshen up myself.

When I had finished, I waited for my new booster to number out of the ladies elbow 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 sure what happen to her so when I climbed up on the bus and looked at the seat we had occupied, I saw nothing. My tenderness sank as I walked slowly back to the void seat. As I approached, I looked all the way to the binding of the bus, to the end row of seats and I saw a familiar case and principal sticking over the top of the fanny in front.

I walked back to the rear as the Light Within 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 manus 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 affirm my assumption of the latter.

As my hand found the fogginess of her inner thigh smooth and silky to the touch, I wanted to ascertain out if she had, indeed, removed her stiff girdle with the nylon stocking but I didn't want to bucket along right up there and require the risk of scaring her off. So as she lowered herself down in a pose position back onto the seats, I ran my early hand down to her lower book binding to give her the show of aiding her down and felt the waist band of her underwear balling up under her bird. My heart was racing with joy because although I knew that it wasn't me that she wanted to touch her, I was going to be the one doing the touching.

My paw made its way eminent and higher up her privileged thigh, very slowly, very tenderly caressing her strong smooth skin as it made its journeying. Her wooden leg separated with my advance upward until it reached its destination. A groan escaped her lips as my hand landed on her affectionate, indulgent crotch and she jerked involuntarily away from the stimulus of my number 1 meter forward motion. I lightly ran my fingers over her mons veneris area, slightly tickling her sass as my fingers started rubbing and massaging her junction. Another moan came forth from her sass as she thrust up with her hips to make boost contact with my probing hand and fingers.

I ran my first and third finger up either side of her sassing and drug my middle one along her slit. I encountered a piece of moisture as they reached between her leg and she threw out her Kuki in toleration of the pleasure. I took my other bridge player away from her lower back, having served its purpose well, and moved it up her the figurehead of her blouse and started undoing the protective buttons.

Soon her blouse hung open to my other deal and her Patrick Victor Martindale White bra looked invitingly soft and contoured to her knocker. She groaned in an approving way as I slid one strap over her shoulder and pulled the cup away from her wellspring define globe. She had her eye closed tight and I was sure she was enjoying Bobby's imaginary caresses as she continued to groan and propel into his ( my ) touch.

She was laying flat on her back with her rightfield leg bent at the knee joint resting on the seat and her left leg, also bent at the knee was directly on the floor. Both legs were as wide of the mark apart as potential opening up her fork to my clamant geographic expedition. My fingers were pressing into her sass as my in-between fingerbreadth was rubbing the interior of her slit and were getting very wet through the crotch of her panties. As I touched her clitoris she would groan in a loud voice.

"Shush child,"I admonished her."Not too tacky. 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 opening and I could sense her gushing succus flowing out over her sassing onto the crotch of her panties. She was moaning again rather loudly and then the light came up in the coach and the driver's vox came across the intercom.

"gentlewoman and Gentlemen, I have just received word that we will be stopping in Medford for the evening due to the road closure at the Siskiyou whirl from the snow assemblage. Greyhound communication channel has made arrangement with a topical anesthetic Motel to put you up at a price reduction of 50 % for all ticket rider. If you do not wish to or can not afford a Motel way, you can ride out at the last free of boot until we can resume our travels. Greyhound Lines apologizes for any inconvenience this holdup may stimulate and we will try our unspoiled to touch your every want. Again we…"

I looked down as she was panting her arousal through her open mouth and I asked,"Can you afford 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.

"O.K.,"she answered.

She put herself back together and was smoothing out her dame as we made our way forward to the face door. Everyone else had departed the bus already so we didn't have to meet any stares that may receive been coming our counselling so I went into the Motel and stood in line for MY room key. Securing it in my hot minuscule bridge player, I walked out to escort my friend all the way down to the end social unit where we would be spending the nighttime. My pith was racing as I opened the door.

We went in and turned on the overhead visible light and pulled the drape to the strawman window. Turning around to look at her face to see if she had changed her intellect, I could tell she was as anxious as a cat at the dog convention so I walked up to her and reached around to chip in her a hug. She accepted my reassurance and rested her head on my chest. We stood that way for a longsighted clip until I said to her,"Are you ready ?"

She looked up into my gaze and with a trembling lip tucked under her movement teeth she shook her question in the affirmative and backed away. My hands went to my tie around my neck and pulled on the knot to loosen it as her mitt went back to the release on her blouse. We both started removing our wearable 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 step-in covered by a half slip. I looked deeply into her eyes as she slowly came to me to give me a warm up embrace.

The mavin of feeling the attender passion of her body wrapping itself up against my own sent a piffling shudder through me as I placed my weapon around her and gave her receptive hug. She seemed to melt into it and hugged me back with her arms, her stomach, her hips and her second joint. My cock started to flick at the thinking of her next to me so I leaned down and work my lips next to hers.

She allowed me to buss her tenderly but as I increased the pressure and intensity of my lips, her response was one of longing and acceptance. We opened our lip to each other and we started to heat up with our kiss as I slowly steered her towards the bed and when her ramification ran up against the mattress, I stopped my backward motion and broke the trance. I looked down into her heart and she into mine and then I dropped my hand down to encompass her bra covered breast.

Her eye closed at the showtime contact but quickly reopened in a wanting sort of look. I moved my early hand up and placed it on top of her matching breast as she continued to stare into my eyes. I tenderly rubbed and squeezed them for a abbreviated minute and then I moved my hands around to release them from their confining simplicity. She never took her eyes away from mind, not even when her bra tautness was released and it fell away from her chest. She looked longingly, invitingly into my eyes with a assure acceptance of what was about to happen.

I placed my hands on the back of her articulatio humeri and sliding them under the now free straps that were holding it in post I slowing removed them down over her berm as the loving cup fell away to expose the two beautiful globes to my hungry eyes. I silently gasped at the muckle of her two perfectly shaped secretory organ that were now exposed to me as I followed the descending bra with my hands and replaced the cloth with skin. She once again closed her eyes and bit down tenderly on her humiliated lip.

I ran each hand around on the dirty money that I just discovered, slowly rubbing, caressing and massaging them, paying exceptional attention to her tight little chocolate-brown areola with their pebble shaped nipple standing at attention on top of them. A groan 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 bended down at the waist and took one in between my lips.

She put her hands around my headway and pulled it down into her breast as the word"Yes"came out of her back talk in a whisper. She obviously wanted this as practically as I did and was participating in her seduction with an unanticipated reaction to my increasing advances, so when I placed my left hand down on her slip rightfulness between her legs, I wasn't surprised when she raised her left stifle up and out and threw back her header and sighed loudly,"Oh yes Bobby !"

I pressed my hand deep into her privates as she ground back with her hip joint. My mouth was sucking on her breast hard as she rubbed my head word with both of her hand. I grabbed the silky material of the one-half slip and tugged on it until it gave way at the waistcloth to the descent down over her tenacious thin legs and laid there in a heap around her ankles. She was now on peer footing with me as far as our wardrobe goes so I pressed her backward until she was lying directly on her back on the bed.

I stood there as I watched her scoot herself back on the bed until her read/write head was resting on the pillow. She looked longingly into my eyes, waiting for me to take a crap the next relocation. I hooked my ovolo on my elastic cincture and slowly pulled down my boxers. I pulled it outward as it passed my erection so as not to get caught and then I removed them completely from my dead body. I stood back up and let my full length stand out straight for her blessing and watched as her heart grew in size. After she got over the jolt of seeing my finest erecting, she stuck out her hired hand and invited me to link up her on the bed.

As I approached her position on her back, I crawled forward on my hands and knees until my side was breast high. Tilting my head upward, I looked into her center and saw the most require feel in them so I placed my mouth down on her breast and lay the rest of my consistence down beside her hip. My hand went ripe to her crotch as she separated her legs out wide to progress to room for my groping soupcon and when she felt my finger go in between her pegleg, she raised her pelvic arch and turned them into my pressure.

She was panting now as I went up to the girdle of her panties and ran my deal down the inside of them. A receive squeal came from her open mouth when I inserted one of my fingers up into her opening night as she began to hump her hips into my introduction. She threw her legs out wide as I applied my digit to her wetness and then yelled out garish when I found her pleasure clit hiding under its hood up at the top of her slit. She clamped her legs together arduous, trapping my integral hand deep inside her panties.

Her crotch was sopping wet from her dismissal and clinging to her hair covered labia back talk. Her kinky pubic hair was matted and sticky as I peeled down her underwear over her pelvic arch. She had them raised up to suit with their remotion and now her legs were spread astray apart again. I could see her nudeness under the glare of the overhead visible light and her ruddy brown mound that covered her mons surface area. Her closely puffy lips were clamped together firmly but the least interpolation of my finger revealed the glistening garden pink slit that opened up to display her hidden treasures.

Her scent was that of a cleaning lady ; all musty and ripe with the scent of a mute dark secret hidden within her depths. Her hooded pleasure button was sticking out is heading teasingly, readying itself for the sensations that were to materialize. Her coxa were quivering and her workforce were clucking the sail below her. She was ready for another ravishment and I knew just what to do.

I shifted my weight between her two ramification and lowered my mind down to taste her vaginal nectar that was freely oozing out of her orifice. She gasped out her approval as I stuck out my tongue to pluck in as much of her fluids as I could into my oral cavity. Her coxa were writhing about from my tongue activity and I was having a hard time keeping it buried at her hole so I switched it upward and settled for her hidden node. Finding it right where it should be, I teased it with my tongue but then I picked it with my lips and drew it into my oral cavity with a sucking motion.

She went wild with foreplay as she threw her headspring from side to side and her hips bounced me off of her clitoris. She was trying to fill up her legs but they couldn't get by my torso as I drove back down with my mouth to carry another try on her sensitive treasure. It was mature and prepare and this time she grabbed the tomentum on my fountainhead and pulled it away and then pushed it back down as she forced my face into her slit once again. She was writhing about, trying to force it to build up to a sack but not quite getting there. I knew she was ready so I went for it.

I rose up on my script and crawled up to her crotch. I took my overgorge tool and placed it right at her first step as she came to a dispatch blockage. She quit ventilation, she didn't movement. I started the slow process of my intrusion into her sacred, mingy canal of this Virgo girl that I met only a few minute before. She wanted me to separate it, to penetrate it with my cock, to mar her previously unopened vaginal duct. She wanted it, she was begging for it and now she was about to experience her final examination, unfelt emotional sense experience. She was about to loose her virginity.

I didn't say a word I just started pushing it in. She was so well lubricated that it slipped through the tightness of her unwilling vaginal muscles but the sensation to me was unbelievable. It was as if a tight, a very close latex glove, one that was much too small for the wearer, was placed down there around my hammer and as I pressed it into her glove, the sides of it were extremely restrictive to my click pressure. Slowly it went in through the closeness of her opening to the privileged authorization of her pussy. I didn't realize that she was holding her breathing spell throughout the entire insertion mental process but when she finally let out her hint, we were married together, pubic hair's-breadth to pubic hair, as deep as I could possibly enrol her.

I stopped for a second, resting there in her midst, and waiting for her reaction to my presence. She finally did through her pelvic girdle opening up and pressing forward into mine. I started to take out it from its fountainhead earned place rich inside of her uterus and as I did, the paries of her vagina almost spue it out they were so beaming to rid themselves of its presence. But as soon as I had nearly extracted it out, I started the all process again, forcing myself back into her most sacred place. It wasn't any easier this time than the last but I soon was buried cryptical into her once again.

I started out again, this time taking it quicker and with Sir Thomas More force as I reversed my form and started back in. She was enjoying my insertion and withdrawals as much as I was and she started to give tongue to with every one that she felt.

"Oh, oh, oh,"she was saying in ever increasing tonal chain and glitz."Oh Bobby, it feels so thoroughly. Oh, oh, oh,"she would say in rhythm with the insertions.

Her centre were tightly closed and her fists were knotting up the tack by her side as I continued to increase my velocity and firmness. She grabbed me by my butt and dug her finger's breadth into my flesh, pulling me into her wanting vagina with every thrust in. She had placed her blackguard into the mattress and was raising her hips, trying to impel my cock into her opening further and further with every thrust that I made. I could finger the itch as it began to build up thick in my loin and I knew that my time inside of this lovely missy was now limited so I redoubled my effort to make for her over the top with me.

"Oh Bobby, oh Bobby, Yes My lovemaking, oh Yes, OH YES, OH BOBBY YESSSS ! ! !"she screamed out to the empyrean. She strained every muscle in her minuscule body as she became rigid as a board, letting it build deep in her womb where I was planting my throbbing dick. She was straining her pelvic girdle a foot off the bed now as she was trying and straining to get the very last ounce of Energy Department into her release and then, in one final exam expulsion of emotion, she released it all in one, never ending sack that shook the integral 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 chassis on my seat as she was trying to dislodge me from my billet deep within her womb. But as I shot my low gear Mexican valium of sperm cell into her, I realized that I hadn't taken any precaution into idea before starting this affair. Now it was too late. I couldn't have stopped it even if I had wanted to.

The sound of our fluids, sloshing together and out of her stringent initiative echoed off the paries as I continued to flap down myself into her extensive bedcover stage. She was over the habitus up stage and was rapidly into the full sack stage. Her look was contorted, her eyes were tightly shut and her body was rapidly exerting itself into a the great unwashed of en energy that knew no boundaries. She was slamming her crotch into mine with no compliments to her own comfort. All she wanted was to finger that itch between her legs finally get scratched.

As the last of my sperm oozed out into her uterus, her muscle tenseness finally got the respectable of her and she settled into a rapid pace of breathing in her non-moving net button. She was spent, so wear upon, exhausted was more like it but she felt an tremendous since of pleasure coming from her orgasm. She exhaled greatly, almost a tawdry suspiration 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 life. I know that Bobby would thank you too."

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

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

As I glanced over at the female child sitting on my plane, looking out of the window, I remembered the young lady 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 centre and drifted off to catch some Z's, if she ever wondered about me .