I stood behind her in line at the park and ride bus stop.
She wasn't dressed for the weather, with only a thin overcoat over a silk blouse and a short skirt.
She wasn't wearing nylons either. I could see goose bumps on her smooth, pale legs.
"Just move here?" I asked.
She nodded, looking miserable. "California."
"Seattle winters take some getting used to."
The bus wasn't much better.
"Sorry folks," Jim the bus driver said, "Heater's broken."
I followed her to the back of the bus where we found only one open seat left.
She scooted herself in, sat, and watched me as I followed her into the seat.
"Ok?" I asked.
The bus lurched and then slowly entered traffic on I5.
She clutched her arms around her body and huddled down into her seat looking miserable.
"Hey," I said, "look, I've got my suit jacket on under my coat. Why don't you borrow my coat for the ride."
She looked like she might cry, but said, "I couldn't do that. Then you'd freeze."
"Chivalry and all that. I'm a guy. It's what I do." I said.
"I'm not sure."
"Okay, how about this. I take my coat off and we share it."
"You'd do that?"
I nodded. "Yep."
She tipped her head to the left and said, "Thank you. You're being so nice."
I shrugged, grinned, and stood to remove my coat.
The bus really was awfully cold, and her eyes were blue under dark lashes.
We arranged my coat so it was up around our necks and I found my arm around her with her shivering body cuddling up against mine.
She smelled of lavender and coffee.
"John." I said.
She didn't understand, and looked at me with a question on her face.
She smiled. "Hi John. I'm Melissa. Thank you for sharing. I'm feeling better already."
The bus slowed, stopped, accelerated, and then repeated the process over and over. Seattle traffic is never good on a good day, and moves easily into hellish after it snows.
Her body was warm against mine.
My arm rested lightly round her, and I could feel the slight swell of her breast against the back of my hand.
She was turned toward me with her arms folded, her head against the seat, but the rest of her body touching mine under the cover of my coat.
The vibrations of riding in a bus have always had a slight effect on me, but add a warm, pretty, woman to the mix and I was soon moving slowly, secretly, to adjust my rising erection.
She closed her eyes, and her head bobbed as she fought off sleep.
She yawned, "Mmm, sorry. I'm warm now and it's making me sleepy."
"Go right ahead and sleep. I usually nap as well."
She smiled at me. Pretty, with sparkling eyes.
She rested her head against my shoulder, and she smelled very feminine, almost intoxicating.
Sleep took her quickly.
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