Break time! Finally! Intercity routes drag, especially during the middle of the day when there’s no one really travelling except those who do so for the sake of something to do (some variety of free travel pass.) Over an hour today so off to the chippy I go, I’ve promised to meet up with JJ in the canteen with fish and chips and damn that boy can eat so I opt for two large haddock and chips.
Much to my surprise as I reach the canteen door JJ is coming the other way, a sickly shade of green and a sour expression “I’m going home, I’ll have to owe you this one” and continued walking. Oh well guess Rick will get his share, although best not let his wife know!
Making my way through the canteen I spot JJ’s trainee, shit I forgot he was mentoring, oh well she looks like she needs the company. I plop down my bag and the lunch and give her a smile “everything okay?” she looks up at me almost in tears “That’s four buddies now!” This girl wasn’t having any luck, passed her test two weeks ago and every mentor she’s assigned gets sick within a day or two. “What are you doing to them, Polish cooties or something?” I grin but the humour doesn’t translate.
She’s mid-20s, bright green eyes like you’d find on a cat, very slim with shoulder length very straight and very black probably dyed hair. Outline tattoos on both arms and a silver ring on every finger. Striking to say the least even with the uniform doing nothing to flatter her frame. I even overheard one of the older girls refer to her as “the pointy Polish” clearly jealous of the attention she was getting.
I spy Rick beckoning me through the allocation door and know where this is going! I poke my head in “no, absolutely not. Not after what Rabbit tried!” “Look, I don’t have another option, she needs to learn East Village and Farhampton and you’re the only person I’d trust to do it” Rick is ranting so I offer him JJ’s portion “Stop trying to distract me, I don’t have time and I’ve promised to take Helen out tonight. The three other buses have new drivers so they can’t take her and all the other mentors have trainees and on early shifts. I’ll owe you a dodgy deal?” “Fine! But if I get sick I expect to still be paid, she seems cursed!” Rick makes a note of the duty and I slip back into the canteen. “Well I can’t complain about the earlier finish!” I slide the note across to Mary “JJ said they’d con you to take his shift” she seems happier now and is eyeing up the fish and chips “… we didn’t get chance to buy lunch…” well that settles it, and saves me eating double.
End of break so I pop to the gents then grab my bag and without slowing my pace shout over my shoulder “Come on Typhoid Mary, our public awaits!” We have a brief chat on the way to the stand and agree she’ll start and if needed I’ll take over. Her driving is smooth and she’s good with the passengers, clearly picked something up from the previous 4 mentors! It’s mid-October and the light is almost gone by 8pm, just as the timings get cut and there’s little margin for going slow. We’ve completed one circuit and heading out again to East Village when she pipes up “where’s the next toilet we can stop at?” Oh dear, clearly this hasn’t come up with anyone else “The only place open this late will be McDonalds in town, about an hour and a half away.” Her face flushes and there’s a muffled “Kurwa!” from the cab. “Don’t worry, I’ll take over at East Village and get ahead for Farhampton, we have a wait there and the turning circle never has anyone waiting” she seems both relieved and slightly confused about what I mean.
We pull into the Farhampton turning circle ahead of time and with 15 minutes to wait. “It’s dark and no one will see you back there if you’re quick” I tell her, she nods in understanding and hurries down the side of the bus. I set the bus up for our return and then off the lights. I crack a smirk as I think up a prank to play on her, pulling out my phone I hold it to my ear and, when I can see her walking back I say just loud enough “… well I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t a problem Rick…” a worried look on Mary’s face as she looks around to see what the problem might be “… yeah, there’s definitely something pissing out the back of it” a look of shock crosses her face until she realises I’m referring to her prior act when it changes to an embarrassed flush and she thumps me in the arm.
“How long did you say we had here?” Her look changes but I can’t read it “We’ve got another 12 minutes here, why?” “Well, there was definitely something fucked back there” tilting my head to work out whether she’s being serious I recognise the smirk “there is, or there wants to be?” Before I can finish she’s walking along the side of the bus again, stopping halfway to throw her knickers back at me. Did she plan this or did I? Not wishing to keep her waiting in the cold I hurry along after her, she leans against the bus and beckons me toward her. Our lips meet and the kiss is passionate and quick, I begin to wonder how long she’s been thinking about this but the thought is cut short as she spins me around to have my back against the vehicle. I feel her hand slipping down my front and deftly undoing my trousers, sweeping my boxers aside and taking a firm hold of my engorged cock. The kissing slows and she bends down to give the end a quick suck into her mouth, tongue swirling around the end teasing me close to the edge. Damn she knows how to treat a guy! Cupping the back of her head with my hand I pull her back up to my lips to kiss her again, using my other hand to run around her skirt and give her bum a good squeeze, she moans against me and pulls my cock under her skirt to rub against her wet slit. We turn again as she raises a leg to wrap around my hip, pulling me into her and pinning her to the bus, she bites my lip softly as she moans “Kurwa” again. I’d heard that people revert to their mother tongue with pleasure but never experienced it before. I pump in and out of her with increasing pace, her controlling the speed with the leg that isn’t supporting her before raising that too and now being solely held up by my cock and the force of fucking. The pace slows a little as it becomes less of a rush and we settle into a good rhythm, once again kissing passionately. The bus radio crackles into life “Evening Control signing out, have a good night everyone and thanks for all your help, any issues call the duty mobile” before beeping to a close. I bite her lip gently and kiss to her ear “I’ve got an issue, I’m gonna cum in my trainee” her cheek brushes mine as she grins, “do it then” she squeezes me with her muscles and kisses me again. I pound her harder again, building to a climax and letting go inside of her, slowing as I run out of steam. She clearly hasn’t finished as she darts a hand between us, and whilst still using her legs around my waist to keep her up begins to rock her hips and finger herself til she’s panting and squeezing around me with her orgasm.
After we disentangle I notice there’s an obvious shape in the dirt on the back of the bus where we were fucking, Ooops! “I’ll let you catch up, we should’ve left 2 minutes ago and don’t make a mess on that seat” I wink and sit in the front seat smirking as I retrieve a drink from my bag to cool down. The whole journey back we barely speak but her cheeks flush periodically, remembering what had happened earlier leading me to stifle laughs which she scowls at. As we reach town Mary headed into McDonalds to freshen up and I hop off to have a quick chat with another late driver about how Rick had screwed me, she sauntered past towards the cab “not the only one” she mouths at me.
After one more, less eventful, round trip we take the bus back to the depot and I text JJ; “You still awake?” “Yeah still painting the toilet orange, how was Mary” “Three trips, started slow but she soon warmed up. You could say she really performed” “YOU DIDN’T! Tell me you didn’t!” “Didn’t what? I’ve missed mentoring ;-) Night JJ!”
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