I’d been getting the same bus, sitting in the same seat every weekday. Two stops later he would get on and sit towards the front. EarPods in, checking Facebook, I did not pay much attention to the comings and goings as the bus fills up but I did notice him give up his seat for an elderly woman. Perhaps chivalry is not dead I thought.
He was smartly dressed in a suit, hair brushed, clean shaven, chiselled jaw and in his early thirties, I would have guessed. Now standing there I could admire his athletic physique. We had shared this bus ride all autumn term since I moved to the city to teach at a new school after breaking up with my fiancé last year. Never really speaking apart from the odd excuse me as I’d get off the bus before him.
As my stop nears, I press the bell, place my phone in my coat pocket and grab my satchel bag that’s been overloaded with my pupils marking. I stand straightening my pencil skirt and coat moving towards the door as the bus lurches to stop having to grab the pole to stop myself from falling on my heels.
Getting off, I walk towards the school, the music starts to jump and I lose connection. Placing my hand where my phone should be, I realise it must have fallen out of my coat. Why does no womenswear have proper pockets? I curse. Turning back, I notice the bus has stopped and he’s getting off as he gets closer he begins waving with something in his hand. It can’t be, he has my phone. I walk towards him closing the gap.
“Excuse me, I believe you may have dropped this,” he says in a deep voice.
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver, I’d be lost without it,” I reply.
As he passes the phone it pings with a notification, Tinder – you have a new match.
He looks at me with a glint in his eye, then looks at the diamond on my finger.
“Oh, I thought you were taken. Must be someone else’s phone.” A sight smirk graces his face.
Feeling embarrassed, I sense my cheeks starting to glow, shuffle on my heels, and cover the ring that I couldn’t bring myself to part with despite finding what I thought was my man, the love of my life, with another woman last summer.
I look him in the eye, feeling emotional, saying, “That’s well and truly over.”
He introduces himself as Ben and I reply already in teacher mode stuttering “Ms Bake, sorry Lauren Baker.”
Why am I being like this, a babbling school girl I wonder. Sure he’s tall, smart, well-spoken, polite, a gentleman and attractive but it’s too soon. I’d only downloaded that stupid app to keep my old uni mate that was putting me up off my back about getting out there. “Well, thanks again for my phone, I’d best be getting into school.”
I reached up and gave Ben a thank-you hug before turning to head to school. Knowing full well that if I kept this up longer the kids arriving would notice and I wasn’t in the mood for their question.
I headed for my lab to prepare for the day. Year 7 first, should be fun it’s the last week before Christmas which means experimenting, making goo and letting them enjoy themselves. Year 11 and 13 science mock exams in preparation for January exam season for the rest of the day, boring but at least I’d be able to get most of the outstanding marking out the way and not need to do it over the holidays. The bell goes and the lesson begins, it’s manic thirty pre-teens busily enjoying all that science can offer. Five minutes to go, stopping the mayhem the kids pack away, the bell goes and I dismiss the class.
Hanging my lab coat back up, I straighten my red blouse tucking it into the high waist of my skirt. At 26 years old 5ft7, 34B breast, twenty-nine-inch waist, thirty-eight-inch hips and still enjoying netball and park run on a Saturday I looked after myself. I removed the hair band that had been holding my hair up allowing my shoulder-length blond hair to fall.
The next class arrives as I instruct them to space out and remember to keep quiet as it’s exam conditions. Once settled I go to start the timer on my phone, seeing a message from an unknown number. I start the clock and open the message;
Hi, Lauren, hru? it’s Ben from the bus this morning, hopefully, you don’t mind but I took your number. You and I have been getting that bus for months now and I never got the courage to say anything but I have noticed you and think you might have too.
wow, my heart skipped a beat as I breathe deeply some of the class in the front looked up at me, “if you have any questions just raise your hand and I’ll come to you.” I cover my tracks placing my phone below the desk.
Phones are not supposed to be used in school and teachers are meant to set a good example as with the dress code skirts must not be more than 2 inches above the knee, tights should be plain black or beige, two-inch heels were allowed for the older girls and teachers but most of the female staff like me wore higher as it’s important to be able to stand up to the boys. smart and professional was the key. My phone in my lap I reply;
I’m ok, thanks again for saving my phone. Don’t mind at all, it’s the least I could do for your kind gesture, It was lovely to finally say hi and get your name. xx
Oh shit, two kisses! Panic set in, my pulse racing, I mean it was just a habit to my girlfriends, teammates or sister, but not some random guy who I’d just met on a bus. What will he think of me, I’m not ready for another relationship or dating. As a million things flying through my mind my phone vibrates in my lap, rumbling through my skirt onto the thin gusset of my thong to my vagina. A waking feeling I’d not felt for a few months and causing me to have to shift on the chair. I feel between my legs warming and getting slightly damp.
Lauren or miss Baker if you prefer there is one thing you could do for me, tomorrow, Friday night is my firm’s Christmas dinner and it’s expected that everyone has a plus one, I usually get around it by accompanying one of the juniors but she is now got a partner. So I have no one to go with would you mind helping me out? It would mean a lot. Ben Johnson xx
Reading the message the warmth radiating up from my groin to my abdomen, I sense my nipples harden and undo one of the buttons on my blouse. “Fifteen minutes left class,” I declare as I stand to check the thermostat on the wall. It’s gotten warmer in here but no one change the settings. I wander the lab as I wait for the exam to finish, quietly letting the students who have finished go but not disturbing those still writing. My alarm goes off and the two remaining students put their pens down and leave. I collect the papers and leave for the staff room.
Still feeling flustered I bump into one of the English teachers Ms Parker or Carlie, my confidant and best friend at the school being similar in age. “What up girl? You are looking really beautiful almost glowing I’d say, loving your hair down although I think one of your buttons is undone,” she says as we make our way to grab a coffee.
I start to fill her in on this morning’s events. Carlie turns and hugs me clapping her hands in excitement. “Ugh, see told you they were lezzers.”
Turning to the boy Carlie sternly scolds, “Thomas, that is not appropriate language for school, it’s the last full day of the term, do you want to stay behind or would you prefer we didn’t hear it? By the way, there is nothing wrong or disgusting with same-sex couples.”
“Sorry Ms Baker, sorry Ms Parker” he snorts as he scurries back off with his tail between his legs. I wish all men were that easy to control I thought to myself.
In the staff room, I pass her my phone to show her the messages, popping the kettle on and before I can stop her, Carlie has replied I sit down as Carlie gleefully says “someone’s got plans tomorrow.” Grabbing my phone I look in horror as she replied, I’d love to, what time, is it fancy?
Before I could get angry with Carlie a message came back with details of one of the poshest hotels in the city and asking where I lived. Terror filled me, I had nothing to wear, my hair, my nails, no makeup, and there was not enough time to get ready or go shopping for a dress suitable for a night that fancy. How would I pay for it on just my teaching wage? Carlie took my phone and replied whilst I was trying to regain any sort of composure and get my breathing under control from my panic attack.
In a calming voice Carlie says “Stop your worrying girl, I’ve sorted it. He says he’s got to work until 5 tomorrow but knows it’s a half day for you so a car will pick you up at 12:30 from here everything will be ok and he’ll meet you to go to the dinner.”
“What? How? Why?” I stutter barely able to get my words out.
“Girl, he can afford it. Ben Johnston, son of Trevor Johnston QC of Johnston & Bailey Law. one of the top barristers in the country.” opening Google on her phone.
“But we get the same bus, the rich don’t use the bus.”
“It’s the quickest way to get to work you say that yourself, you Netballing later?” As Carlie leaves to go back to class, my head spins from today’s events.
This morning I was a happy single woman on her way to a good job but now I’m the date to one of the most eligible bachelors in the country with nothing to wear. The rest of the day went slowly school finished and I joined Carlie to walk to Netball. Getting home late and finishing marking the exams collapsed on the sofa forgetting about earlier events. My dreams were wired through, a cross between the Princess Diaries and Cinderella.
The next day my housemate woke me telling me to hurry up or I’ll be late. I missed my normal bus then my phone pinged, it was Ben asking if I was ok and if 12:30 was still ok. I replied that I was looking forward to it.
The last day of school was a waste of time, more doting the i’s and crossing the t’s but it did give me a distraction to think about what Carlie had signed me up for later. The kids were all gone, and we exchanged gifts in the staff room before Carlie reminded me that I had to be somewhere else.
As I approach the front of the school a massive black BMW pulled up and a man dressed like a chauffeur got out, opening the door for me. “You must be Miss Baker my lady, don’t worry Sir has told me where you need to go” he greeted me as I got in the back seat my leg could stretch out without reaching the front seats.
Before too long, we stopped opening the door the driver helped me out before knocking at a door where a voice asked if we had an appointment. Walking in, it was awash with posters of the rich and famous adorning the corridor all of them looking like they were going to the Oscars. I was led to a chair and a glass of the sweetest champagne was given to me.
My heels were removed and my feet placed into a large bowl, it felt funny soaking my feet but it was kind of relaxing. I must have had them soaking for about fifteen minutes or so and then the girl started working on them with various brushes and tools. The girl started to do a French manicure on my toenails. She did one toe just to let me decide. I loved the way it looked so she proceeded to do all ten toenails after she placed some cotton between each toe to keep them separated until they had time to dry. As they were drying she moved me over to another table so they could start on my nails. I didn’t realize it but it had been arranged for them to do acrylic tips. I usually kept my nails a little on the short side so this new length would be quite a change for me. I was kind of mesmerised by the transition as my nail length grew. The French manicure added to the illusion of my ultra-feminine hands. By the time all the polish had dried, I felt prettier than I had in a long time.
The afternoon continued along the same lines, my hair was done with extensions added then up in the fanciest way imaginable. A lady came draping over her arm the most beautiful gown I’d ever seen. It was red but shimmering in the light. Hanging it up, she turned to state, “The right outfit starts on the inside.” producing the finest underwear I could imagine if not a little nonexistent.
The dress was now clearly asymmetric cut and going to be quite revealing. Placing it on the lady zipped up the back it clung to my every curve showing my hourglass figure. It hung from my left shoulder to the floor by my right foot leaving most of my left leg exposed. The most beautiful silver Louboutins with five-inch heels were slid onto my feet. Jewellery and perfume were added and my engagement ring was placed on my right ring finger. I was finally shown a mirror and if I’d had a crown I’d been a true princess, I was fit for any red carpet or award show.
I began to leave and the door opened there he was Ben in his tuxedo looking better than ever. My date, the man who saved my phone, I’d lusted over these past months, my reasoning for getting that bus and who had paid for all this. He offered me his arm and gratefully accepted as the heels were taking some getting used to. Luckily at 6ft 2, Ben was still the tallest. The driver opened the car door. “Good evening Sir and may I say my lady you look amazing.” He greeted us.
The drive was short with only small talk between Ben and me. Arriving Ben said, “You look beautiful tonight, just follow my lead, you have nothing to fear. I bet all eyes will be on you tonight.” He held my hand and I squeezed his back and rested my head on his shoulder before exiting the car.
The dinner was brilliant with everything cooked to perfection. Ben with his arm around me made small talk with increasingly drunker old men. Then pulling me in right to him he grabs my peachy bum as another friend comes up asking where he found me. As this guy pervs over me trying to cop a feel, Ben turns and walks me towards the lifts. Turning to face him I can’t hold it anymore as I lean in kissing him deeply our tongues entwine he returns my passion. I get that warm feeling again and my nipples start to harden. Moving me back towards the lift, “You want to take this upstairs?” Ben asks I nod my head and we go up to the top floor.
Taking my hand Ben leads me towards the room. Opening the door he trusted his mouth back against mine as we kiss spinning towards the bed I fall back into the moment of passion. Ben’s hands were all over me groping me up and down. I start clawing at Bens’s shirt buttons feeling his strong ripped body and wanting to examine every inch. Stopping I kick off my heels, standing I undo my zipper my dress falling to the floor to reveal my whole body. Ben removes his shirt exposing his chiselled abs, I look down, seeing the bulge and the outline of his cock begging to be freed from those tight trousers.
I bite my lip before moving closer to the bed. Pushing him back on the bed I move my hand up his thigh as his penis hardening strains at the tight trousers. I playfully brushed my hand against it before moving up and kissing him on the lips, my nipples are rock hard poking out they can be seen through my strapless bra.
As Ben’s hand moves up my thigh I part my legs more and quietly purr then mouth silent “I’ve been wanting this for ages”. I feel the warmth as it radiates from between my legs. I’m getting wetter and I think Ben can tell.
Stopping kissing me he moves his hand over my panties bushing the outside of my vagina, sending waves of electricity up and out over my body. “Ohh….arrrh” I cry as my hips buck in response to his touch.
Ben moves between my legs and starts to kiss the inside of my thighs up toward my now-dripping pussy, stopping he breaths in. “You smell magical, I bet you taste even better.” Planting a kiss on top of my thong-covered clitoris, he hooks his fingers in the thin straps pulling them down, to reveal my shaven pussy.
Breathing heavily I feel Ben breathe on my pussy, my mind racing with lust for this man. It’s been 7 months since I had intimacy with another person, sure I’d masturbated but nothing comes close in comparison with the emotional connection of someone else. It’s like every nerve is heightened, on full alert and ready to explode.
Ben looking up, craws up over me like a tiger on the prowl. Caressing my breast as he moves to kiss me. I reach behind to unclasp my bra, fumbling with the hooks as I’m not used to my long nails. Tossing it to the floor, I lie there my pert B cup breast with nipples like bullets standing to attention.
Ben sits up, smiles tell me I look more beautiful than he imagined before kissing me deeply and nibbling at my ear and down my neck. I exhale as I feel his gentle touch on my neck and move down towards my breasts.
Not able to take any more I reach towards his trousers, using my legs to pull him in. Grabbing my wrist to stop me, Ben continues to work his way down my body one hand pinning my arm to the bed and the other massaging my breast as he uses his mouth on the other. Sucking and flicking my tender nipple. Moving to my other he repeats the action.
Moaning and cooing I know I can not take it much longer I slip my other hand down to my vagina as it drips and cries for attention. The attentive man he is Ben starts to lick down my abdomen griping with his teeth the jewelled stud in my belly button. Instinctively my back arches, my leg releases him and he moves to kiss my mons pubis. Taking my hand he looks into my eyes and sucks the fingers coated in my juices “mmmm” he purrs, smiling he then continues to kiss and blow around my vagina.
A tickle, a flutter in my stomach begin to build I moan and thrust my hips towards him. Ben used his tongue on my inner thighs and labia, flattening his tongue and licking up the entire vulva, stopping short of my clitoris. Gently sucking on my labia, teasing me and again, building tension. His kisses and tongue flickering drive me mad with pleasure. Spreading them all over my labia and clit, I rive on the bed. The tickle and a flutter in my stomach build into a warm pressure and I know a great orgasm is on its way.
Keeping a steady rhythm he continues sending waves of pleasure through my body. Grabbing the sheets as the intensity increase, I reach down and twirl his hair in my fingers. My muscles started contracting, and I can’t tell if I was getting wetter, or if it was just his tongue. Either way, it feels amazing. The way he looked up at me darkly, knowing I loved it, turned me on even more. I couldn’t help but squirm and moan.
I eventually orgasm, I feel it most in my head, which is full of lights and tingling, while all the muscles in my vagina contract. Waves of pleasure start in my clitoris and then spreads, somehow slowly and all at once through my whole body, down to my toes and fingertips. I’m lost in the pleasure as Ben keeps up the pace, it’s like I’m riding a unicorn over a rainbow.
Gripping his hair I come down from the orgasmic cloud, catching my breath. he looks up at me, smiles, wiping his mouth. “We need to continue this later, the annual awards are soon to be presented.”
Shocked, I’m slammed back to reality, I need to get dressed. My clothes are everywhere, my dress a wrinkled mess on the floor, my thong still damp from my previous arousal and my hair all over the place. Seeing my panic Ben straightens himself up and picks up the phone calling room service.
Within minutes, just enough time to pick up my stricken clothing and get under the bedsheets. A lady arrives with a new gown more beautiful than the first one. Opening a drawer Ben makes his excuses and sits in the living room of the penthouse room. The lady looks at me, smiles and hands me new lingerie that I slip on. She then helps me into the dress before fixing my make-up and hair. I feel and look a million dollars as Ben grabs my arm leading me back to the lift
