Post by Steve on Oct 10, 2008 19:04:24 GMT -5
Chapter 11
The sun was fading as she dropped her cigarette and boarded the 322 that would take her two blocks from the grocery store. She sat in the first empty bench seat and began reading a female confessionals poet from the 60`s ignoring the living poetics that surrounded her. The person behind her bumped her seat throwing her eyes off the line that she was presently reading. Again there was a bump through the thin fabric covering the springs. Liz turned about in her seat and found the reason why there was constant shifting in the seat rear of her. A man nicely dressed, from what she could see, was kneeling on the floor with nearly his entire head up the skirt of a young woman. Her eyes were closed, a hand on the back of the man's head directed him to where she wanted him, and her tongue would whip a crossed her lips in between biting it. Her blonde hair was falling over her face and her left breast was slipped out from the bra, no doubt to make her nipple easier to access.
Liz thought otherwise of interrupting their, well, moment only because it was the man on his knees and not the female. She had no problem with giving, or receiving oral, but with the load on her mind she was relieved to see the domination leaning towards her own sex. There was no reason to continue trying to read so she closed the cover and stared at the couple's reflection in the window. The woman opened her eyes once and seeing Liz watching smiled then closed her eyes again.
The bus stopped, sending the man's head into Liz’s seat one last time before she vacated the bus, then inched back up to speed down the road.
A young girl at the counter was relieved to see Liz walking through the doors. She had
The sun was fading as she dropped her cigarette and boarded the 322 that would take her two blocks from the grocery store. She sat in the first empty bench seat and began reading a female confessionals poet from the 60`s ignoring the living poetics that surrounded her. The person behind her bumped her seat throwing her eyes off the line that she was presently reading. Again there was a bump through the thin fabric covering the springs. Liz turned about in her seat and found the reason why there was constant shifting in the seat rear of her. A man nicely dressed, from what she could see, was kneeling on the floor with nearly his entire head up the skirt of a young woman. Her eyes were closed, a hand on the back of the man's head directed him to where she wanted him, and her tongue would whip a crossed her lips in between biting it. Her blonde hair was falling over her face and her left breast was slipped out from the bra, no doubt to make her nipple easier to access.
Liz thought otherwise of interrupting their, well, moment only because it was the man on his knees and not the female. She had no problem with giving, or receiving oral, but with the load on her mind she was relieved to see the domination leaning towards her own sex. There was no reason to continue trying to read so she closed the cover and stared at the couple's reflection in the window. The woman opened her eyes once and seeing Liz watching smiled then closed her eyes again.
The bus stopped, sending the man's head into Liz’s seat one last time before she vacated the bus, then inched back up to speed down the road.
A young girl at the counter was relieved to see Liz walking through the doors. She had