One Week In October

A Week in October

Part XV Entrepreneurial School Girl

Next morning the alarm wakened me at the usual time and I immediately started to run through the days schedule in my head, the whole day had been turned over to organising the Aitken's shoot on the Wednesday with one exception which brought a smile to my face – Sadler was to find me a costume for the ball on Wednesday evening.

After showering I stood in front of an open wardrobe debating what to wear, given that I was to be shopping for a costume I wanted something that could easily be slipped on and off. Deciding a dress would be the easiest option I picked out a plain, dark navy, sleeveless number which I knew was one of Andy's favourites, largely because it was cut down to the middle of my back and I never wore a bra with it. Matching it up with a dark blue, three quarter length knitwear cardigan I reviewed my choice in the full length mirror, deciding it didn't make me feel quite sexy enough I slipped into a suspender belt and pulled on some fully fashioned, seemed, navy stockings and finished off with three inch stilettos. Rummaging around in the lowest of my three underwear drawers I managed to find what I had been looking for, a pair of pure silk panties Andy had bought a few weeks back but I hadn't had them on as yet although I suspected they would fell wonderful against my newly naked pussy – I was right – now I felt ready for anything and I suspected I might just find it if the last two days were anything to go by.

Pulling my raincoat tightly around me against the bitter wind I stepped out of the building and headed towards the tube station. Rarely looking up into the oncoming wind I set off at a good pace and arrived a few minutes earlier than usual. Pinned to the metal gates blocking the entrance a notice read

"Due to industrial action this station will be closed until further notice"

"Shit " I barked at it.

People were milling around as if not believing the notice and somehow their journey to work would not be interrupted, like me I guess they had no prior warning or were sufficiently disinterested in the media not to have been watching the news at ten. Living in London was synonymous with disrupted travel arrangements and everyone plans alternative routes depending on the failed service, I knew I was going by bus which would only extend my travel time by around one hour – lucky me. Joining the queue I wondered just how many buses were going to have to arrive before there was space for me to even begin my journey. Fifteen minutes and eight buses later I climbed aboard a no 43 to be scowled at by a harassed driver.

"Seats upstairs" he said grudgingly

The only seat available was the long bench which run under the back window. I settled down, resigned to the miserable journey ahead of me and stared blankly out of the window, the shop fronts were travelling so slowly that I was able to read some of the handwritten notices in the windows. Two schoolgirls directly in front of me giggled and chattered in barely audible whispers, the two geriatrics in front of them were American apparently at least that's what his baseball cap would have you believe, at a second glanced I reckoned they probably were American given that everything they wore was a shade of sky blue and made out of light cotton you could spit peas through – didn't they look at the likely temperature range in UK before leaving Florida.

The seat opposite the girls was occupied by a "residentially challenged" person who looked like he had been there since Saturday night, slumped across both seats he was sound asleep. The grubby ex-army overcoat was home to at least one bottle whose neck was clearly visible in the inside pocket, there was not telling who or what shared the dubious address. Two shop assistants sat in front of him their green and white uniforms clearly visible below the windcheater anoraks they both wore, probably purchased with a 50% employee discount from the already discounted store where they worked.

Lurching along at snails pace the bus seemed to empty and refill at every stop, I would be lucky to reach the office before 5:00pm at this rate. Checking our progress I peered down the isle and out through the front window, just before I could make out exactly where we were someone near the front stood up and started walking back towards me completely blocking my view. Looking up I saw it was a young boy of around fourteen or fifteen, he appeared to be looking at and walking directly towards me. As he reached the back of the bus I was about to say something when he stopped suddenly and bent over the two girls in front of me – a discussion ensued and the girl on the outside stood and sat down on the opposite end of the bench from me. Further discussions and the boy pulled something from his jacket pocket and handed it to the girl. For the next few minutes neither spoke to or looked at the other – in fact anywhere other than at each other, my curiosity now aroused I scrutinised the two more carefully and realised I could see the side of the boys face, he was constantly scanning the passengers that sat closest while the girl looked mainly out of the window. A further three of four minutes and the boys eyes squeezed tight shut and his head tilted forward suddenly he leaned right forward as if the captain had just hailed "BRACE BRACE" and he had assumed the emergency landing position, a few moments later he stood and returned to his original seat and the girl sitting along from me returned to hers. The girls resumed their giggling and whispering. What the hell was that all about I thought to myself.

Braking sharply the bus ground to an instant halt, all the sober and awake passengers were left bracing themselves against the seat in front as the drunk was dumped onto the floor. Being wakened brusquely had disorientated him , he picked himself up and headed down the isle, as he stumbled downstairs I heard him hurl abuse at the driver who opened the doors and I watched out of the window as the drunk disappeared into the crowd. Two more girls from further up the bus immediately took residence in the vacant seat, they too giggled and whispered but in addition periodically stared across the isle at the other two. At the next stop a teenage boy appeared at the top of the stairs and scanned the passengers presumably looking for a seat, as he walked back the bus I reckoned he was the around same age as the boy who had sat down next to the girl. Gathering my handbag from the seat I assumed he was about to sit down next to me but instead he stopped and lent over the two in front. Same routine – girl on outside gets up and sits down along from me – boy sits down next to remaining girl – reaches into jacket hands girl something then scans the passengers. Looking at the girl who had moved with a puzzled expression on my face she giggles and turns to look out of the window. The two new residents were now staring across and the pair in front of me, neither was now giggling – just staring. Shifting slightly forward in the seat I am just about able to peer over the back of the seat and perhaps get a better idea of what is going on. As I surreptitiously leaned further and further forward more and more of the seat was coming into view, quite unprepared for what I was about to see I gasped as it suddenly became apparent that the girl had her right hand wrapped around the boys erect cock and was causally masturbating him as she gazed out of the window. Hearing my gasp the boy's head snapped round to face me, after a moments panic he realised I was smiling and smiled back, the girl seemed quite unperturbed that she now had and audience. Leaning on the back of the chair I settled in to watch the show, the girl who had changed seats shuffled along and sat next to me peering over the seat. Eyes now closed the boys immanent orgasm was hailed by several whimpers which attracted the attention of the two shop assistants, with six spectators now eagerly awaiting the finale the boy finally ejaculated to squeals of delight from the two girls opposite. He had managed to send a jet of spunk two or three feet in the air before it fell back into his lap, as he double over the girl slid her hand out of the way and continued to gaze out of the window, the two opposite giggled and whispered and the shop assistants went back to their analysis of Eastenders. Sitting back in my seat I turned to the girl next to me who was now wearing a huge grin

"How much does she charge " I asked

"Three quid for a hand job and fiver for a blowjob" she announced.

"Don't do women" came a voice from the front, all I could do was laugh.

Over the next 30mins another four came and another four came. Three hand jobs and one blowjob, by my reckoning that was twenty quid she had made on her way to her place of business - school. Once the girls had exited the bus the remainder of the journey was pretty uneventful and as predicted I arrived at work one hour and thirty five minutes late.