Pamela had been riding the school bus from her home, about 15 miles outside of Sweetwater, Tennessee for several years. She had lived in the area since she was born and while it was great as a young child, she was a bit of a tomboy back then and could keep up with any other kid, boy or girl, now that she was getting older, she was finding the small town life a bit of a bore.

Although she only lived about 25 minutes from the school, by the time the route had taken her home, with all the little side roads the route had, it took considerably longer. But that was fine with Pam, as she liked Tom. He was a kind old man that she had grown fond of as almost a grandpa type, in fact she called him Pops as kind of an affectionate pet name.

Pam was just starting her senior year at Sweetwater High School, when one day she boarded the bus as usual. She was always the first one on the bus every morning and the last one off so she could have a little time both directions to just sit and chat with Pops, her favorite part of the trip. She could do without all the chatter from the other kids; a full bus annoyed her. But when it was just her and Pops, she had a good time.

As her and Pops drove to pick up the other kids, he gave her the news that he would be retiring in a couple weeks and she would have a new bus driver. The news made her sad, she loved Pops and she loved riding his bus. No one was going to be able to replace him!

But she knew he was getting up there in years and they weren’t going to let him drive a school bus forever. So she put on a happy face for him and at least sounded excited for him.

Those two weeks seemed to race by and it wasn’t long before she had taken her last bus ride with Pops. When they reached her stop on that final trip of the final day, Pam gave Pops a sweet kiss on the cheek and told him to stop by from time to time so they could keep in touch.

She was relieved that Pops wasn’t leaving the area ... she would still bump into him in town on occasion, which made her feel better. Pops gave her a medal, his good driver medal, that he had gotten a few years back for driving years without an accident. It was special to him, but he wanted his favorite passenger to have it. Pam’s eyes teared up and took it happily. She would miss her Pops.

Pops retired on a Friday so Pam had the weekend to wait to see who would be her new driver. She wondered if she would be able to talk with this new driver like she did with Pops. She knew that some bus drivers didn’t want any talking on the bus because it was distracting. She would have to check this new driver out and see what he was like.

Monday morning came and while Pam was sad that she knew her friend Pops wouldn’t be coming to pick her up, she was interested in seeing who would. She got to the end of her driveway where the bus would come and pick her up and she waited. Her father had carved a seat out of the stump of an old oak tree at the end of the driveway where she could sit and wait for the bus.

Shortly she heard the bus coming and she stood up and gathered her things. The bus pulled up and the door folded open. There, sitting in the driver’s seat was Pam’s new bus driver, Dave. Pam noticed right off that Dave was cute, tall and well-built. He was about 30 years old, eight years younger than her father and very handsome. Pam immediately felt a tingle in her young pussy as she boarded the bus and got a better look at him.

She took a seat a couple rows back and on the same side as him so she could watch him in the rear-view mirror. She still didn’t know if he would allow her to talk to him while he drove, and frankly, she was too shy and self-conscience at first to talk to him even if he did.

She didn’t want to sound childish and immature; she was, after all 17 years old now and she wanted to act and sound more mature than some smitten little 13 year old “tween” girl! Pam knew that men would not usually get in trouble for having sex with her, which removed inhibitions she might have otherwise had.

Pam was not a virgin – that little “obstacle” had been cleared two summers ago by a neighbor boy who fortunately for both of them was her same age. She had hopes of flirting with Dave if he would be open to it, but she had to feel him out first and see what he was like.

She watched him in the mirror and whenever he would look up she quickly looked away like she was watching the scenery go by. But she knew that she wasn’t always quick enough; he caught her a few times looking at him.

Pam had lost her tomboyish look now that she was getting older. She let her hair grow to its current mid-back length, and she had filled out some too, developing a more lady-like, and quite appealing, figure. She had began wearing a little makeup, still trying to find her look, with mascara, lip gloss, and just a hint of blue eye shadow her usual choice.

She remembered when she first came to school wearing makeup; how Pops had complimented her and told her how “grownup” and pretty she looked. He joked and said that if he had been 40 years younger he might have made a play for her. She giggled at his remark and told him playfully that she liked older men anyway and might make a play for him!

But Pops was gone now and in his place was the very attractive and, she hoped, more open and responsive Dave. She hoped he would find her attractive as well and not look at her like a child or be afraid he would get in trouble for “taking advantage” of one of his charges.

She would soon find out. Pam planned to make her move that Friday afternoon on the return trip. She had carefully formulated the most sensible and believable story she could, involving heavy traffic, a late start and other delays to explain to her parents the reason why she was so late getting home from school.

She made sure that she took her birth control pills religiously for a few days prior to that Friday; a baby was not part of this plan! She was pretty good about taking them already, but “pretty good” wasn’t good enough in this case.

On the day she was to put her plan in action, she dressed in her usual school clothes with a couple exceptions. Rather than wear her usual tights under her dress, she opted for panties and socks to make the actual seduction easier and the sex less cumbersome. She made sure she packed her makeup in her backpack too, so she could slip into the bathroom right after school and get herself made up for him.

As soon as the last bell of the day sounded and school was over, she rushed into the nearest restroom and got right to work. She raised her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and quickly pulled them off. The cool of the bathroom air hit her naked, young ass giving her a devilish thrill and making her even hornier.

Next, she reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and stuffed it and the panties into her backpack. Once her outfit was the way she wanted it, she went to the counter and began putting on her makeup.

She finished quickly – she didn’t want to miss the bus – and when she was ready she gave one last critical look at herself and then rushed off the catch the bus home. Carrying her backpack with her schoolwork plus her bra, panties, and makeup, she moved up to the seat directly behind Dave. She normally sat a couple rows back so he was surprised when she moved up as kids got off the bus along the route.

Finally, they were the only two left on the bus and she had moved to the seat behind Dave.

“Hi, Pam. It sure is a nice day out, isn’t it?”

“Hi, Dave. It really is a nice day, but can you pull over, please?”

“Why? Is something wrong? Are you sick?” As he spoke, he looked up into the rear-view mirror that enabled him to see the interior of the bus.

“No, I’m fine. I just want to show you something,” She was smiling sweetly at him in the mirror, her green eyes wide open.

Always willing to oblige a pretty girl and worried there might be something wrong with the bus, Dave pulled over onto the wide shoulder of the road. As he concentrated on maneuvering the bus to a safe stop, Pam unbuttoned her blouse but held it in place with her hands. She wanted her display to him to be sudden and memorable.

With the bus safely parked off the roadway, Dave turned sideways in his seat to see what Pam wanted to show him. She got to her feet, stepped forward to face him and give him a good view then bent over, pulling her blouse open to show off her breasts.

They weren’t very big, only a C cup, but they had pretty pink nipples that were already standing erect and proud. and Pam was proud of them. She was five foot four inches tall, just the right height to thrust her tender young tits into his face where he could reach and fondle them or even suck them if he wanted to, as she earnestly hoped he would.

And he did want to. But he was a bit wary; after all he had only known Pam for a few short weeks. And even though she was 17 years old and no longer “jailbait” he also knew that if word got out that he was fucking one of the students riding his bus, his days as a bus driver would be over. And there wasn’t much else Dave was qualified to do in the small town of Sweetwater.

After quickly glancing in both directions for approaching traffic, he reached up and took one of her beautiful breasts in either hand. “Very nice, Pam. You know, you are a really beautiful and sexy young woman.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you think so, but I hope you’re interested in more than just copping a feel of my titties. There are other things we could do if you want to,” she said with a coy smile.

“Oh?” he asked. “Like what for instance?”

Pam smiled and parted his legs, getting down on her knees between them. She placed her hands on the tops of his thighs and slowly slid them up his legs, watching his facial expression as she did. She reached his crotch and she could feel the bulge that had began growing there. She wrapped her small hand around the large protuberance.

“Oooh, what have we here? Looks like someone wants to come out and play!” she said giggling. She reached up and unzipped his pants, eager to see what was causing such a bulge and to feel his cock in her hands and her mouth.

Dave stopped her though. “Wait a minute, we can’t do anything here on the side of the road like this. Somebody could come along and see the school bus and stop, thinking we’re in trouble or broke down or something.”

“There’s an old farmhouse about two miles up ahead on the right hand side of the road. It’s been abandoned for years – nobody lives or works there anymore. You can pull off the road and behind the barn so anyone driving by won’t see us,” she said. So far, things were going exactly as Pam had planned, and the unattended farm was an important part of her program.

As Dave pulled back onto the highway and drove the short distance to the farm, Pam knelt on the floor beside him, her hand inside his pants and around his cock. It was fully erect and she loved the feel of the hard, throbbing member.

To her delight he was a good sized man too; his cock felt big enough to give her mouth and pussy a really good time but not big enough to hurt her too much. She was looking forward to feeling it stretch her young tight twat.

“Right up here,” she told him, and Dave turned the big bus into the weedy driveway and pulled to a stop behind the huge red barn. He saw that, just as Pam had told him, the bus was completely hidden from the highway behind the old barn.

He turned in his seat again, hoping the pretty young woman would pick up where she left off and continue with what she had started to do, but Pam stood up and held out her hand.

“Why don’t we go into the barn. There’s more room in there and it will be more comfortable,” she suggested. Dave wasn’t sure what she had in mind but if she wanted to do it in an old abandoned barn, he was up for it. He took her hand and let her lead the way.

She took him inside the neglected but still usable barn and then she started up the ladder to the hayloft. “Just where are you taking me, young lady?” he asked. He didn’t mind the view of her white panties, but he was curious about what she had in mind.

She looked down the ladder at him and giggled “Come see for yourself!” His head cleared the hayloft and he saw what she had been planning. There was a nice, thick pile of hay with a blanket, a couple old pillows, as well as an old metal trunk that she kept them in to keep out the mice and bugs.

“This is where I come a lot to think and be alone. I only live about a half mile from here through the woods, although it’s another two miles by road. So I come here when I need some alone time. At home there’s no place I can get away and be by myself,” she explained.

“I see. Looks pretty comfortable!” he said.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!” she said, flopping down on the blanket. “Come on and try it!” she said patting the blanket next to her. Dave laid down next to Pam and she immediately rolled over to get on top of him kissing him and making out.

Dave responded in kind, putting his arms around the young girl and returning her kiss with equal enthusiasm. He liked the taste of her sweet lip gloss and the feel of her pressing down on him. Pam was herself wriggling around on Dave’s exceptionally hard cock, letting it roll over and massage her pussy and toy with her eager clit.

“Mmmmm...” Pam moaned into his mouth as they kissed and she felt his hardness where she most wanted it. They kissed like that for a few moments before Pam broke the kiss, sitting up straddling his hips.

She hiked her skirt up out of the way then settled back down on him rubbing her panty-clad pussy on his hard cock through his jeans. She unbuttoned her white blouse and removed it, tossing it to the side of the blanket.

She looked down at Dave as he took in the sight of her, licking his lips as he gingerly touched, then caressed, then grabbed her young firm tits. Pam giggled at his first tentative touch.

“It’s okay, Dave, you can touch them.” she coaxed him. Then she purred as his touch became a soft caress. Seeing that she was accepting and enjoying his touch, Dave got bolder and her purring became moans of desire as he sank strong fingers into the creamy pliable flesh.

He pulled her down to his mouth, taking one hard nipple into his hot hungry mouth and licking and sucking on it. Pam propped herself up with her elbows, running her fingers through his hair as he suckled her. Pam’s hips began to grind on their own against his cock, her pussy wanting to share in the glorious feelings her tits were enjoying.