“You know hospitals right?” I snap back to reality from eating my lunch. “Hey, your fecund eminence I’m talking to you.” Rick always has a way with words and somehow coined that as my nickname on account of usually very toxic farts. “Yeah yeah, not done the village route for a while. Any changes?” “Nothing noteworthy but you won’t need the village one.” Must be shuttles I think and quickly accept, they’re easy and I won’t take any cash. As I make the change in my diary for tomorrow he pokes his head back out “oh and you’ll be teaching Mary.” Ahhh! Knew there’d be a catch, can’t complain though as we’ve been flirting since I last trained her and this could get interesting, even if it doesn’t she isn’t like the usual lunatics driving at top speed everywhere so it’ll be a relaxed shift non-the-less.
Author: SchmutzigKatze
Tales from the Bus: Typhoid Mary [MF]
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.
Moon Boots [MF]
*Disclaimer: I’m still prone to a long and (for anyone but me) irrelevant lead up to the events but I don’t care. These are written to get them out of my head and into writing as it happened, if you want to skip forward follow the ##*
“Two trips left, just two trips then I get a day off,” middle shifts were a particular bugbear for me, you start just before rush hour and finish just after rush hour so overall it will always be a frustrating day. I hop off to check my phone, I’m waiting for an email to confirm the latest console has been dispatched but before I can check a message comes in “Can I see you today? x” I don’t have to check the sender to know who it’s from. I quickly tap out a reply “I finish at 7pm, any good?” Before I can click the email app the dots of reply appear shortly followed by another message “Superstore at half past then? I have a job there” “I’ll be there x.” I head off back out for a few more trips with more to look forward to now.
Campus Facial [MF]
Another story from my time at university and yet another display of my naiivity. Late shifts are generally easy Monday to Thursday and only the Friday and Saturdays get a bit busier. This was a Friday night close to the end of the first term, I’ve been given the delight of what is known as the “Uni booze bus” bringing back students after their night out. The usual nonsense when I’m loading them, taking their open cans and bottles and emptying them out of the cab window before chastising them for trying, then a 20 minute drive to the campus where they all stumble out and back into their halls of residence.
As the last few are getting off the final group are giggling away “she’s waiting for you” before running away. I close the doors and think about driving back to the depot but a speck of dark showing on the cctv screen says I should take a quick look upstairs anyway. Making my way up the stairs I find a girl still at the back, smirking away and clearly having had a good night and still not finished yet “Did my friends tell you? What are you waiting for?” Confused I walk slowly towards her as she slides from the seat and to her knees, eyes locked onto my crotch I begin to understand what she means as my cock rapidly hardens.
Butterflies [M]
Just a quick jerk story for today.
Sometimes when I get home I find myself irrationally horny, my day has been fine, no one has given me cause to feel this way but still I arrive home rock hard.
No problem I think, go upstairs, do my evening routine and go see the other half. Fast. Asleep. Well there goes that plan…. Still horny though. Maybe I could slip off to the bathroom, find a good porn and quickly whip one off, no that doesn’t feel right and it’s a waste of good spunk.
An idea hits me, very naughty, probably shouldn’t, I’ll give it a go.
Once in the bedroom I find the other half is not only fast asleep but on top of the duvet, well that solves on problem. I lower myself down to lay next to her, listening to see how asleep she is, she’s snoring so that tells me I can probably get away with this. Slowly I pull down her top, releasing first her left boob and then her right, she stirs, I freeze, she snores again, success. Slowly I raise to my knees above her, reach over for my bottle and take a sip to cover if she does suddenly wake. Placing it back beside the bed I look at her now exposed breasts, there’s not enough light coming through the blinds so I’m still having to use my imagination.
I [23M] invite a [18F] Cockney Sparrow round for some fun
There was a time when I was innocent, that was 20 years ago and this story harks back to “only” 10 years ago. I was familiar with the online world having frequented various (innocent) chat rooms since I became a teen spanning from the first foray into talking with people I could never have hoped to have known in real life up til this point where online hookups were commonplace but still pre-Whisk(other dating apps are available.)
It was my last year in university and I had just finished the last of my exams, the house was still contracted to us for another week but my housemates, both male, had already moved out. Bored and not wanting to waste my last week I decided to see what the chat rooms held. Booting up my laptop I went to the last place I remember having multi-age group chats and found a small somewhat quiet chat, probably less than 10 people and obviously the site was dying away to the variety of app based chats available.
Some people will do anything for a free ride [MF]
***Disclaimer – I used to write sexy stuff in my youth but haven’t done so for many years, please excuse any rustiness. There will be a lot of setting up the hows and whys so if you do like the story I can add other encounters without needing to go over everything again. I’m always open to constructive criticism and this definitely stretched out longer than I anticipated, sorry!***
From day 1 of training I had said that I wanted to join this particular network but knew it required a lot of time and experience to get there. In fact I managed it in 6 months of getting my license. Clearly a good interview is still worth a lot in this world.
Ofcourse I had heard stories from the old timers of things you could get away with, I’d never imagined that with the new tracking systems, and 24/7 CCTV that it would be worth the risk let alone something I would do. When I joined the network I was only in my early twenties compared to the existing team’s average age of around 50 I was certainly fresh meat. I’ve never really considered myself unattractive but my strike rate was far poorer than I wanted to admit. This would soon change.