I tried to tell them European kids travelled at much earlier ages than me, some even younger than sixteen which I thought was a bit young, but I was already nineteen and eager to see some of the world as Australia was so far away from everyone else.
The school assured them I would be properly supervised once I arrived, that they need not worry. My parents then feared I’d be abducted travelling alone by plane and other forms of transport. I begged and pleaded until finally they resisted allowing me to fulfill my wildest of dreams
I’d hated the school I’d been in. The girls had found out what my sexual preference was and since then they’d made my life a living hell. I’d been tormented and teased by a bunch of immature bitches. The worst part was I had no one to share my misery. My parents did not know, only my sister Laura knew, and she was working interstate and couldn’t always be there when I needed her.
Now here I was in a cold bus shelter far from their spitefulness and bullying. I pulled my jacket around me tightly, the wind fiercely strong as the bus was only minutes away. I was on the final leg of my journey. I was bursting to talk to someone and while I waited, I made the acquaintance of an older woman, Pamela, who was also waiting for the same bus.
When it pulled in, we’d already decided we’d sit together. There were two older couples sitting at the front chatting amicably, so we decided we’d have the back to ourselves.
It was midafternoon and we spent the next few hours getting to know each other sipping Schnapps from a bottle she produced from her bag. I found myself telling her everything, all about the other school and even my sexuality. The Schnapps had me opening up more than I had to even Laura. The more I talked the freer I became until I was almost wild with freedom and longing.
She was a great listener and as my eyes grew heavy, she suggested I lie down and use her lap as a pillow. Innocently I did just that. There was something about Pamela that made me feel comfortable. It was as though I’d known her for years. She stroked my forehead like my mother used to when I was a child. I was totally at ease, relaxed and at peace now that I’d purged.
Slowly I began to doze off. A few minutes had passed before I noticed a fluttering of her fingers at the bottom of my jumper as though she were attempting to pull it up. I feigned sleep even though alarm bells were ringing. I guess I wanted to see what she was up to.
Her hand slipped under the layers and lay still on my stomach. My head spun, not only from the wine but excitement as it rushed through me. When I didn’t respond she slowly made her way up towards my breasts. My eyes were still tightly shut but my breathing was becoming erratic as I tried to control myself. I’ve never had an intimate relationship with an older woman before and was finding it unnerving.
Her hand stole further up until she was slipping her fingers beneath my bra to tantalize a nipple. It hardened under her touch. I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me with a smile on her face.
“They’re beautiful,” she said, caressing them.
I couldn’t think of anything to say and after a while when her hand went downwards towards my track pants and I froze. She inched her fingers over my mound, plucking at some pubic hair and onto my slit. I held my breath in anticipation. A wiggle of her hand, then a slight slap had me opening my legs a fraction then one finger slipped straight into my pussy.
I sighed heavily from utter excitement. I didn’t even know this woman I was allowing to finger me in the back of a bus. If my parents could see me now, they’d have a fit.
“Nice,” she murmured.
“Oh, God, yes,” I whispered blushing furiously.
Her thumb rubbed lazily over my nub as her finger dipped in and out of me. I wiggled my track pants down to give her easier access.
“Drop your knees open,” she said, and so I did.
Now she attacked my clit more vigorously daubing it with my juices, so she slid over it easily finding my central point and zoning in on it. I stifled an orgasm which gushed from me as I squeezed my knees together holding her hand there.
“Take your pants right off,” she said, reaching over the front of our seats to grab her coat. “Panties, too,” she said assertively.