Jason's Journey_(1) by Schaka

Chapter 1Jason Beavaneax surveyed the grimy waiting room of the Collegetown bus station. The cracked greyish white tile was littered with the flotsam and jetsam of a public place. The occasional hot dog wrapper, the carelessly discarded cup and, yes, people marginalized by choice or circumstances wafted around the room. A maintenance worker with a short handled broom and dustpan was making a desultory attempt to clean up the trash. His duties did not extend to the people.

Aside from Jason, there were ten people waiting for this last bus of the night. They covered the gamut from a disreputable looking, rheumy-eyed transient to a young migrant couple. However, one denizen stood out from the rest. She was an older white woman.

Jason’s hobby was people watching. He had a native ability to read body language. When combined with his minor in Psychology, he was very successful in reading the inner workings of a person’s mind.

This woman was under some stress. The firm set of her lips suggested that. The way she sat with her knees spread and legs crossed at the ankles suggested an asexual person or at the other end of the spectrum, a sexually repressed person.

She had an interesting face. It was reddish and heavily freckled. The moon shape, weathering and deep, heavy lines added character.

Hell, he thought, she had to be at least 50! Aside from a decent rack and some fair legs, she was typical of the truck farmers in the area. Grey mingled liberally with her reddish brown hair. Her dress was a threadbare faded print affair. It looked like it would hit just above her knees. He guessed she was 5′ 7′ or so, maybe 150 pounds. His eyes moved on, looking for a better travelling companion.

“Ben Lomond, Ben Lomond! The bus for Ben Lomond departs from Lane 1!” The dispatcher’s nasal voice issued tinnily over the PA system.

Jason rose from the grey plastic bench, retrieved his backpack and casually slipped it over one shoulder. He stretched, his 6′ 4”, 240-pound football player’s body loomed large in the tiny waiting room. He slouched slowly toward the boarding area.

Hearing the boarding announcement, the farm lady fumbled for her suitcase and purse. She stood and bumped into Jason.

“Excuse me,” Jason exclaimed, moving quickly to the side.

The lady skittered back so quickly that the back of her legs hit the seat and she unceremoniously fell back in her seat with her legs flying into the air, her skirt billowing. She frantically used both hands to catch her dress. As she struggled to get her dress down, Jason caught a glimpse of a hairy pussy.

“That’s…that’s ok,” May Allen stammered nervously.

Although May had some contact with Black men in and around her small town, she had never interacted with one. The closeness of this large young Black man intimidated her. She cast a sidelong glance, taking in his broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. His head sat like a block of mahogany on his square shoulders. His unusual slate grey eyes were penetrating, mesmerizing causing May to hold his look for longer than was comfortable.

Her face colored as she realized he had probably seen her pussy. That possibility was embarrassing. She instantly regretted her rebellious decision to go without panties. However, Henry, her husband, had made her so dammed mad by ignoring her. May flashed back to earlier that evening.

***
May Allen stepped from the shower and strode nude across the threadbare carpet into the bedroom. She retrieved two shabby towels from the linen cabinet. One she coiled like a turban around her greying red hair. With the other, she began drying her back, seesawing it back and forth. She was aware that her pendulous breasts moved in opposition, swaying back and forth.

“Gawddamit, May, I don’t see why you have to go visit your sister! I need you here to help with the chores.

Her husband, Henry, stood shirtless in the bedroom door in well-worn faded bib overalls. They were blue/white with tattered knees. Dirt and straw from cleaning the barn covered him.
Steel grey hair sprouted from his chest. His face was heavily lined and weathered. His bushy eyebrows topped a face that always looked as if he smelled something bad.

“First off, Henry, get the fuck out of the house and stop tracking mule shit, dirt and hay into my clean house! Second, I only get to see my sister a few times a year. I will go when I fucking well please!”
May placed one leg on the kitchen chair in the bedroom. Her husband took no notice of her nakedness. She dried first one leg then the other. She took the towel between her legs and vigorously dried her thick thatch of reddish brown pubic hair. A faint shock went through her as this action encountered her clit.

“Hurry up then! I need to get back here to finish cleaning the barn!”

I am standing here necked as a jaybird and all he is concerned about is cleaning the fucking barn, she thought. After thirty years of marriage and five children, it was as if I was part of the furniture. Or a fucking field hand!

She turned to the chest of drawers and retrieved a plain white bra. The faded label read 38C. She donned it and inspected herself in the cracked mirror. Her breasts bulged out of the top of the old bra. At 48, her breasts had lost the fight with gravity. In contrast to her heavily tanned legs and arms, they rested like large white melons on her chest surmounted by her large pink eraser like nipples. The rubbing of the towel had caused them to become hard and erect. Hard work kept her belly flat and her legs toned. Even so, having five babies left a pattern of stretch marks across her abdomen.

A quick inspection of her panty drawer revealed they were all in a sorry shape. They were frayed and worn. She angrily slammed the drawer shut. A woman should have a decent pair of panties to wear. However, her husband was frugal to the point of being scrooge like. To hell with it, she thought, he would not let me buy any lingerie; I will just not wear any!

May had these moments of rebellion before. Unbeknownst to Henry, she often went to church without panties. It made her feel incredibly wicked. It thrilled her to hear the minister preaching hell and damnation while she could feel the breeze from the fans blow across her naked pussy.

From their closet, she took her best dress, a faded flowered button up the front affair. It stopped about 1” above her knees; showing off what she thought was her best feature, her long, well-muscled legs. As she slipped it on and buttoned it, she felt a queasiness in her abdomen. Fucking great, I’m ovulating, she thought.

May and Henry had not had sex in nearly five years. She decided birth control pills were an unnecessary expense. Besides, her irregular periods suggested she was entering menopause. An unwanted pregnancy was the furthest thing from her mind.
***
“Here, let me help you,” Jason offered his hand.

May was stunned at her boldness when she let his massive ebony hand engulf hers. Her tanned arm looked pale compared to the deep dark brown of his arm. He effortlessly pulled her to feet. She stood uncertainly in front of him. An unaccustomed warmth started in her nether regions and permeated her body.

Jason stepped back to let the lady move in front of him. He chuckled to himself as he thought about the beaver shot he got. Who would have thought that an older woman would go commando! As she moved in front of him and started toward the doors, he noted the soft sway of her full hips. Not bad, he noted, not bad at all! He stepped around her and pushed the swinging door, allowing May to move from the lounge area to the boarding area.

Diesel fumes assaulted his nostrils as he followed May through swinging doors. The old Scenic Cruiser sat in its lane, idling roughly and belching fumes. The paint job was faded and the exterior displayed the scars of years of use.

Jason and May were the last ones to board. The driver, his grey uniform frayed at the cuffs and collar, took their tickets and ushered them inside. He and the old Greyhound retread had seen better days.

The motley residents of the waiting room filled the first ten seats on the lower level behind the driver. Jason followed May as she moved past the smelly bathroom and up the stairs to the upper level. He noted the hard muscle in her legs as she climbed the few stairs.

May was aware that he could see her legs well up her dress. She felt an odd little thrill. Henry never looked at her legs. She felt a dampness between her legs. It was followed by a heat that permeated her body. May brought one trembling hand to her ample chest. Dear god, she thought, what is happening to me?

May sidled up the narrow aisle, stopping midway of the upper observation section of the bus. She easily lifted her suitcase and was about to shove it in the overhead. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason standing patiently. Unlike the strong independent woman she was, she pretended to struggle because of its weight and the height of the bin.

“Here, let me help you,” Jason offered.

He slid in behind her in the narrow aisle. He reached over May and pushed the bag into the bin. In the process, his cock brushed over her full mature ass. The firmness of her ass surprised him. Did she push back against him?

Uncharacteristically, May pushed her ample behind back against Jason. An electric shock coursed through her. It felt to her like it started between her legs and radiated upward and downward through her body. She broke out in a light sweat. She felt a flutter in her abdomen and her nipples grew hard as diamonds. Her legs wobbled and she thought she was going to faint.

“Thank…thank you,” she mumbled.

Dear lord, she thought, what has come over me! I actually rubbed my ass against his crotch. Lately May felt an unaccustomed heat course through her body. Some she knew were the hot flashes of menopause. The others were an intense sexual arousal. Her nipples would get hard and sensitive. This usually occurred when she was ovulating. However, the intensity of both was more than she experienced in years.