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Wednesday, May 4, 2016
by TA Malone
In my mind, there is nothing wrong
with riding a bus. In fact many of the most memorable moments in my life
revolved around riding public transportation and women. And this morning, as I reminisced, three moments
in particular came to my mind.
They all happened in my hometown of Philadelphia, PA with the first occurring during my third year in college. I was riding the C bus one morning, when a young
lady got on wearing a white blouse, black mini skirt and sneaks. Right away her
outfit held my attention and I discreetly enjoyed the sight of her cute little
socks with the furry ball at the back of the ankle as she paid her fare. And as she walked to the back
of the bus, I enjoyed the gentle sway of her hips and the slight whiff of the perfume
She gave me a smile, and I gave her
a nod as the bus began to move. She was pretty, with butterscotch skin, and jet
black hair. Her eyes or contacts were hazel just adding to her beauty. She sat demurely,
smoothing out her skirt before placing a nicely rounded backside onto a very
lucky seat. I went back to listening to Ice Cube on my Sony Discman –yes this
was a while back early 1990's- and staring out the window as Broad Street passed me by. I
heard paper unwrapping, but paid it no mind, and enjoyed listening to Cube rap about
how good the day was.
My disc skipped as the bus ran
over a pothole. I looked down to push the button to start the song over, and
then I looked up at the beauty nearby.
She was sucking a lollypop. A Tootsie
Roll to be exact.
And not just sucking it…she was
killing it. And her actions just seemed to fit the music blaring in my ears…
waking up in the morning gotta thank God
don’t know but today seems kinda odd
Her thick tongue entwined around the sucker, licking and
slurping on that Tootsie Roll as if her life depended on it. For about five
seconds I stared hypnotized by her actions, before I snapped my head around,
and adjusted my crotch as discreetly as I could.
I swore I heard her snicker, but
went back to Cube:
in my mirror and not a jacker in sight
a beep from Kim and she can fuck-
The young beauty coughed and I looked
over to see her slide her lips over the cherry ball of sugar and work her
tongue around and around as it sat in her mouth. I could not believe it; for the first time in my
life, I was envious of a piece of candy.
Then, her eyes met mine.
Now remember, they were striking,
and had me hypnotized from minute one. Now was no different, only now, my 22
year old ass was rock hard and thinking how after all this I could get her
Then she smiled, and pulled the lollypop from between her succulent lips with a resounding pop.
“Last stop!” the bus driver roared,
“End of the line,”
The woman got up, allowing me a flash of
her thick toned thighs. She picked up her bag and looked at me, the pop back between
her ruby red lips. “Bye,” she said and got off.
I thought about baseball for a few more
moments before I followed suit, my gym bag strategically covering my enlarged
crotch. I still had a chance to get the digits, or so I thought, for with some
regret and a lot of lust, I watched the beauty climb into a car, and a guy
around my age driving off, who was I am sure, well aware he was dating Muffy the Lollypop Slayer.
Another moment found me on a train,
sitting across from a very naturally pretty woman. She wore a dark colored
skirt, which fell just above her knees and very little is any makeup. She too wore sneakers, and our eyes met
on more than one occasion, but I would just smile, for the wedding ring on her
finger looked as if it were worth more money that my student loans at the time.
But still we would share a glance,
for there was nothing else to look at as the subway train rolled along. I
figured if I looked down, I could do no harm.
But when I looked down, I saw her
legs. It was obvious this Italian beauty worked out, and her thick tan calves looked absolutely tantalizing. I
worked my way up to her knees and thighs when the train lurched to a stop and
folks got on and off obscuring my view, so I just looked around the train. When the train doors closed and it started up again, I happily went back to her knees,
and noticed they were a little farther apart.
I thought nothing of it, and just continued
to stare. I looked up and she looked away, a grin on her face, as I looked
down again, the gap between her knees was wider.
And…were those panties I saw?
Granted she was older than I was, probably in her early thirties, and still striking. So getting to see between her taught thighs was a surprising
pleasure. I had to lick my lips and glance away as the train started to slow
down. I looked back and easily saw the pink pattern racing its way across the crotch
of her underwear, and when I looked up at her face, the grin she wore was wide
and bright. Again the train lurched to a stop and she got off without a word. It
was then, and now that I figured she enjoyed the attention from strangers on a train. We all love attention, it lets us know we are still attractive, and provide a daily dose of ego boosting. I was also pretty sure, a very lucky hubby would reap the benefits of her arousal once the kids -if any- were tucked away in bed.
The last and most memorable public transportation moment, is not so much erotic as
I sat alone in a pair of blue and
beige seats, with my holiday shopping bags between me and the side of a half
empty trolley bound for the Sharon Hill area of Pennsylvania when she got on.
The first word that rushed into my
brain was regal.
She was maybe 5’6”-5'8” maybe. I couldn't tell you. What I can tell you was she glowed. She radiated that light only some of us have, and with her, it shined bright. At first I could only see the profile of her face, as she stood with her left side facing me while she paid her fare. The long
black coat she wore covered her figure, but by the way the midsection curved, there was enough evidence to warrant she at least had a booty. She stood straight and
elegantly, and she wore a long dark colored skirt and of course a pair of
sneaks blanketed what I imagined were a pristine pair of tootsies.
One would think she were a descendant of Egyptian Kings and Queens.
Then I saw her face, and…well…years
later, Dru Hill wrote a song entitled Beauty which perfectly sums up how I was feeling at
that exact moment…
The woman that's stolen my heart And beauty is her name
I mean she was at the time the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen that was not on TV, a movie screen, record/CD
cover, or a magazine or an ex girlfriend or future wife. She had golden brown
skin, green eyes, and light, almost honey colored hair, which blended perfectly
with her skin. I couldn't help but to stare, my mouth open, then, sliding into a smile of appreciation for such beauty.
She did not walk far and just smiled at
me as she took a seat near the driver. And wow, she even sat like a queen. Her back was straight and proud as her manicured hands folded over her stylish purse as it sat in her lap. And twice when those captivating green eyes stopped staring forward and glanced my way, I had to take in a breath, and then cough, because I was on a trolley.
I forget where she got off. I know it was before my stop. But watching her leave, while sad, was just as delightful as watching her majestic arrival. Her walk likened her to one who was used to
rose petals being bestowed at their feet. She thanked the driver and looked at
me in the mirror. My balls took over and I said good-bye. She smiled and said
bye as well and got off the bus.
Why I didn’t pursue her, I will never
know. I just know she was one heck of a beauty, and that sometimes I really,
really miss riding the bus/train/trolley.