Jason's Journey - Sex Stories

Jason's Journey

Chapter 1 Jason 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 ...