The Bus Yard

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I was returning to my district's bus yard to park my school bus for the weekend. It was Columbus Day weekend and I was excited for three days off. The streets were black without a single vehicle on it besides mine. The Lakewind High School District's transportation department was placed in the middle of nowhere. Lakewind Township consisted of vast farmland and miles of long, winding roads stretching across the hills. The bus yard was about twenty-five minutes away from the bustling, suburban heart of the town, which increased the level of darkness on the back roads. My headlights washed over miles of swaying grasses and stalks of wheat as I sang along to a random rock tune on the radio over the roaring diesel engine. Suddenly, a small, silver-lined shadow appeared about a half mile up the straight farm road as the bus sped toward it. It looked like a girl stumbling on the side of the road. Thousands of questions rushed through my head. Should I risk my safety and pick up a stranger? There were no students on board, but non-students aren't authorized to ride a district vehicle. I didn't want to end up dying in the woods without a kidney and a stolen bus! As I got closer, the feminine figure became more familiar to me. At the purring of the Blue Bird's engine, the girl looked back at me and my heart sank. It was one of my students, Ashley Urie, stumbling through the tall, moist grass. Her jeans and t-shirt were torn up as bruises and oozing scratches lined her arms. Acting on paternal instinct, I quickly stopped the bus alongside of her and opened the passenger door. I unbuckled my seatbelt and ran after the girl, pleading for her to stop running. I kept shouting her name until all of my breath was gone. Ashley finally turned around in a dazed state. Her pink and black eye shadow ran down her cheeks as she sobbed hysterically. Her straight black hair was matted and a mess. "Mr. Richard," Ashley squinted through the gleam of the bus's headlights. "Is that you?" "Yes, it's me!" I called to her, desperate to find out what was going on. "Come with me! You're too vulnerable walking these streets alone!" Only a few feet from me, Ashley slithered toward the bus. She hesitantly Escort Göztepe (http://goztepe.t2bro.net/) took my hand as I climbed the bus stairs. Her body was trembling hard as she clutched onto herself, struggling to hide the bruises from me. I grabbed a large fleece blanket from behind the driver's seat and wrapped her in it. She was crying and shaking to the point where she couldn't even speak. Her usual shiny, elated blue eyes were reddened and cold. At that point, I decided to take her back to the bus yard with me. She couldn't possibly tell me anything even if I begged. "Let's patch you up, Ashley," I growled, pulling the bus back onto the road. "Don't worry." *** I managed to make it to the bus yard within fifteen minutes after flying down the country roads at 80 mph. Ashley fell asleep in a matter of minutes. When I returned around 10 PM, the transportation office was pitch black, which was unusual. Usually our supervisor waits for all drivers to return. From the outside of the automatic gate, every school bus was in its spot except for mine. With an unforgiving howl, the old automatic gate struggled to open for us. At last, I was able to park my bus and complete my post-trip inspection. As the bus's engine purred until silence, Ashley stirred in her seat. From that fifteen minute rest, she seemed better, but her body was still disheveled. "Mr. Richard," Ashley whimpered as her eyes twinkled in the parking lot lights. "Where are we?" "Sweetie, we're at the bus yard," I replied, gently. "There are nice, new showers at the back of the office for the drivers to use in between or after runs. They're always kept spotless. You can take my ID badge to get in while I do my post-inspection. Then after, I can find out what the hell happened..." As I sent her down the bus stairs, I unclipped my district ID from my safety vest and handed it to her. Ashley just stood there, watching it with an apprehensive glare. "Can you come with me, Mr. Richard? I don't want to go alone." I sympathized with young Ashley, though I still didn't have an idea of what happened to her. With a deep sigh, I got off the bus and led her to the showers. You can access to them from Caddebostan escort (http://caddebostan.t2bro.net/) the outside of the building with an ID to swipe in the door lock. I chose the first shower out of five, because the first one had a locked door entry to the driver?s locker room. Opening the heavy steel door, I let her in first. Her loud gasp and a "wow!" took me by surprise. Each shower stall was gigantic and handicap accessible, having a shower, a large space to get dressed and a little sink with a mirror along with two benches. The sandy brown tile was gorgeous and a wise investment. My hope is that the other drivers treat it well and maintain it. The ceilings were high, causing a little echo. As she started stripping her clothes off, I got a better view of her in the bright light. She had a few bruises on her arms and scratches all over. I grew uncomfortable watching a student undress in front of me, so I decided to go to my locker and get her some towels and warm clothes. "Ash, I'm going to the locker room," I warned her. "I'm in the other room getting you some sweatpants and a t-shirt to put on. Plus, I've got some fresh towels and wash rags in there." I was gone for maybe five minutes until I returned, finding her naked and sitting on the shower floor. She was truly a sight to behold. Ashley?s eyes were a light blue as her jet black hair spilled over her breasts. She held her body tight, obviously insecure being bare in front of me. I opened the glass door of the shower, putting the bottle of body wash and everything in its place before lending a hand to lift her up. "Can you take a shower with me, Mr. Richard?" Ashley fluttered her eyelashes up at me. Now, THAT was asking way too much! In shock, I stuttered, explaining to her on how I was sixty-three years old and old enough to be her grandfather. Even though she was eighteen, I'd still risk losing my job if I was caught with a student, especially on district property! What a goddess though... her young tits were large, milky globes with hard, pink bitty nipples. Ashley could tell I was aroused due to my constant staring at her chest and a tent growing in my pants. Being this old, Bağdat Caddesi escort bayan (http://bagdatcaddesi.t2bro.net/) it takes a lot to give me a hard on...After a few minutes of pleading, I stripped off my clothes and sneakers and joined the young woman in the shower stall. A relaxed smile grew on her face as she looked my old body over. She turned the handle of the faucet, letting loose a strong stream of steamy water to sooth our weathered skin. "Now," I trembled, handing her the bottle of body wash. "Can you tell me what the hell happened before?" Her thin, slender fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling my body into hers. Ashley's eyes lit up at my nervousness as she seductively massaged the strawberry soap into her skin. My cock was rubbing against her ass cheeks, hardening at her movements. Suddenly, she turned around and started to lather my large, hairy stomach. "Well, I had little argument with my parents over the dumbest little things. But, I thought I was woman enough to walk to Upper Lakewind at 10:30 PM alone. Then, when I was walking along Pembroke Road, I slipped off of the dirt path and ended up in the drainage basin! I blacked out for a bit, because I slammed my head hard against the boulders. So, when I woke up, I started to walk toward the district offices since they were the closest buildings out here. I feel like such an idiot though." I watched her small hands roam my body, admiring each gentle scrub of my skin. "As a teenager, hormones are raging and any situation could be blown up due to emotions. Even when I was that age, I would challenge my father to physically fight me. I knew damn well that I would never win, but my male testosterone was only validated by 'noble' challenges. My friends and I thought we were man enough to do anything, like we were invincible. We were even bold enough to ride horseback to Ryan County, the place notorious for daylight coyote attacks." She gasped, still massaging my pelvic area. "Why would you ride all the way out there? What if you had gotten killed?!" "And, I ask the same to you." I retorted, sharply for her to understand my point. Ashley's eyes widened at full comprehension. She sulked, knowing fully well that I was correct. With the influx of criminal activity on these farm roads, something worse could've happened to her and she wouldn't be found for weeks. Her sparkling blue eyes stared up at me with a wave of tears cresting at the bottom. With gentle sobs, she threw her sore arms around my neck. "Mr. Richard," Ashley sighed, tearfully.