with.”
Claire looked at her with a whimsical smile. “I hope you got everything
done.” She asked, raising an eyebrow. A shudder went through Karen. Did she
know? How much did she know? She started to speak but Claire interrupted.
“Can I offer you a lift home? It’s no trouble.”
“No, thank you.” Richard declined. “We’re taking the bus.”
Claire bade them farewell, giving Richard a peck on the cheek in the
process whilst practically ignoring Karen. They watched her walk away, hips
swinging provocatively, before Richard turned and pointed out the bus stop on
the other side of the plaza. He and Karen went over and waited in the queue.
She was getting colder and the rain was falling much more heavily now. She
could feel the nylon of the coat beginning to become saturated and it started
to cling in places to her skin. It started to make her nervous and she wanted
to suggest that they caught a taxi but she knew that he would have none of it.
This was how he wanted it.
Finally the bus appeared through the rain. Slowly they boarded as the
queue worked its way onboard and out of the rain. The lower deck was packed and
passengers stood all along the aisle. Richard headed straight up the stairs.
Karen went to follow him but then hesitated. The stairs were steep and she knew
immediately that not only would she struggle to climb them in her heels, but
that any one of the passengers on the lower deck who happened to glance up,
would be likely to see pretty much all she had to offer beneath the short hem
of the coat. Richard glanced back at her with a stern expression as if reading
her mind. Realising she had no choice she started to climb. The Bus pulled away
with a sharp jerk, and she stumbled forward on the stairs, only saving her self from falling flat on her face by throwing out her
arms in front of her, her boots clattering loudly on the steps as she tried to
regain her footing. Instantaneously she felt the nylon hem of the coat ride up.
With her heart pounding in her chest she managed to pull herself straight and
ran up the remaining stairs. She dare not look back. She knew that all eyes
would be focused on her and she could hear the low murmur of surprised voices.
Her cheeks burning red she spotted Richard seated near the back and
went and sat beside him. She was glad they were at the back of the bus. Looking
down at herself she could see the hard points of her nipples pushing distinctly
against the thin nylon of the raincoat. Over the next few stops most of the
passengers left the bus. They sat in silence, Richard reading through some
papers, until they were largely alone. Karen was starting to feel
uncomfortable. Her bladder was full and combined with her nakedness beneath the
coat and the chill of the dampness of the nylon she began to wish they were
home already.
“Are you uncomfortable?” He asked noticing her fidgeting.
“Yes.” She said quietly.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“I told you. I did everything.”
“Good. How many?”
“Like you told me. Six large
glasses of water just before I left the house.”
He nodded his head with satisfaction.
“I think we’ll get off at the next stop.” He announced.
“But we’re half a mile from home yet!” She protested.
Suddenly he stood, pushed past her and descended the stairs, ringing
the bell as he went. The bus started to slow down. Karen jumped up and hurried
as fast as she could to join him. Taking a deep breath she descended the stairs
with as much dignity as she could. Two middle-aged men seated near the stairs
watched her descent with wide gaping eyes. She felt the blood rush again into
her cheeks and, perhaps even more uncomfortably, felt her juices flow between
her legs. The bus stopped and Richard stepped off and began striding along the
pavement. Karen hurried after him.
“I can’t move very fast in these heels.” She complained.
A cold gust of wind swept up and almost blew the raincoat up around her
waist. The cold air
Claire looked at her with a whimsical smile. “I hope you got everything
done.” She asked, raising an eyebrow. A shudder went through Karen. Did she
know? How much did she know? She started to speak but Claire interrupted.
“Can I offer you a lift home? It’s no trouble.”
“No, thank you.” Richard declined. “We’re taking the bus.”
Claire bade them farewell, giving Richard a peck on the cheek in the
process whilst practically ignoring Karen. They watched her walk away, hips
swinging provocatively, before Richard turned and pointed out the bus stop on
the other side of the plaza. He and Karen went over and waited in the queue.
She was getting colder and the rain was falling much more heavily now. She
could feel the nylon of the coat beginning to become saturated and it started
to cling in places to her skin. It started to make her nervous and she wanted
to suggest that they caught a taxi but she knew that he would have none of it.
This was how he wanted it.
Finally the bus appeared through the rain. Slowly they boarded as the
queue worked its way onboard and out of the rain. The lower deck was packed and
passengers stood all along the aisle. Richard headed straight up the stairs.
Karen went to follow him but then hesitated. The stairs were steep and she knew
immediately that not only would she struggle to climb them in her heels, but
that any one of the passengers on the lower deck who happened to glance up,
would be likely to see pretty much all she had to offer beneath the short hem
of the coat. Richard glanced back at her with a stern expression as if reading
her mind. Realising she had no choice she started to climb. The Bus pulled away
with a sharp jerk, and she stumbled forward on the stairs, only saving her self from falling flat on her face by throwing out her
arms in front of her, her boots clattering loudly on the steps as she tried to
regain her footing. Instantaneously she felt the nylon hem of the coat ride up.
With her heart pounding in her chest she managed to pull herself straight and
ran up the remaining stairs. She dare not look back. She knew that all eyes
would be focused on her and she could hear the low murmur of surprised voices.
Her cheeks burning red she spotted Richard seated near the back and
went and sat beside him. She was glad they were at the back of the bus. Looking
down at herself she could see the hard points of her nipples pushing distinctly
against the thin nylon of the raincoat. Over the next few stops most of the
passengers left the bus. They sat in silence, Richard reading through some
papers, until they were largely alone. Karen was starting to feel
uncomfortable. Her bladder was full and combined with her nakedness beneath the
coat and the chill of the dampness of the nylon she began to wish they were
home already.
“Are you uncomfortable?” He asked noticing her fidgeting.
“Yes.” She said quietly.
“Did you do as I asked?”
“I told you. I did everything.”
“Good. How many?”
“Like you told me. Six large
glasses of water just before I left the house.”
He nodded his head with satisfaction.
“I think we’ll get off at the next stop.” He announced.
“But we’re half a mile from home yet!” She protested.
Suddenly he stood, pushed past her and descended the stairs, ringing
the bell as he went. The bus started to slow down. Karen jumped up and hurried
as fast as she could to join him. Taking a deep breath she descended the stairs
with as much dignity as she could. Two middle-aged men seated near the stairs
watched her descent with wide gaping eyes. She felt the blood rush again into
her cheeks and, perhaps even more uncomfortably, felt her juices flow between
her legs. The bus stopped and Richard stepped off and began striding along the
pavement. Karen hurried after him.
“I can’t move very fast in these heels.” She complained.
A cold gust of wind swept up and almost blew the raincoat up around her
waist. The cold air
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