The Bus Stop - Sex Stories

The Bus Stop

I sat next to her waiting on the bus. We had exchanged pleasantries once or twice. I'd steal small glances at her occasionally, and sometimes I'd hold them just long enough for her to catch me, then look away quickly as if I didn't want her to.

She had long red hair, and these cute little glasses on that almost perfectly matched the color of her eyes. She'd told me her name at one point, but not being able to remember it, I'd taken to calling her various pet names.

Everyday, it was like clock work. I'd get to the stop early, and hide across the street till I saw her come and sit down, then I'd make my way to the stop, and sit down near, but never right next to her. It had worked. Eventually she would move closer. I didn't speak to her often, except to offer the occasional good morning, or comment on the weather.

Eventually, she would cave, and I could move in. They all did. By being semi cold, and acting as if I didn't want them, they'd begin to pursue me. We sat in silence most days, her listening to her headphones, and me just staring straight ahead.

One day, she was reading a book, and I happened to see the title of it. It was a dark romance novel that I knew well, because I had written it about one of my earlier 'conquests'. I had two unique abilities, having kept them when I escaped the pit.

The ability to change my facial features slightly, and if I could make a person fall for me, in love or lust, I could affect their memory of events involving me. It ...

... basically gave me free reign to satisfy my needs.

Sometimes, it was calm, loving, and peaceful, and I didn't have to change their perception of our meeting. Other times, it was a dark, carnal, meeting that left them terrified and shaking in the aftermath, and I'd have to change their perception to keep them from permanent damage. The one thing that always held true, is 12 months to the day of our 'meeting' they would completely forget me. Even if they saw me again in the face they'd seen before.

It never took long to lure them in, because I had a natural ability to know if (and how long) they were single.

The day it happened with her, we were sitting at the stop like always. I was looking across the street feigning disinterest, when she tapped on my thigh, and asked me to dinner. I knew I had her. I had been working on her a little longer than I was used to, so I was famished.

We agreed to a restaurant(one of my choosing) and met there for dinner. The night went much as I had expected, with her drinking just a little too much, and agreeing to come back to my place.

I led her to my flat, (which technically didn't exist in the real world) and after she stepped through the door, I locked her in. In her slightly drunken (enhanced by a few well placed pills) state, she didn't fully realize what was going on until we walked into the dungeon (cliche, I know.)

It was at this point, she uttered her first refusal. I stepped close and shushed her, moving her back against ...