A Cumslut At The Bus Stop
After missing the bus I find myself with a handsome stranger or two, and some time to kill. I sprinted down the country lane, my boots kicking up dust as I ran, hair whipping behind me. The bus was already pulling away, its engine rumbling as it disappeared around the bend. I stopped at the edge of the road, panting, hands on my knees. "Shit," I muttered, watching the last glimpse of red tail lights vanish. The bus stop was a lonely little shelter, a small brick hut, sitting between two villages. Inside and out...