A Ride to Remember

I?d been getting the same bus, sitting in the same seat every weekday. Two stops later he would get on and sit towards the front. EarPods in, checking Facebook, I did not pay much attention to the comings and goings as the bus fills up but I did notice him give up his seat for an elderly woman. Perhaps chivalry is not dead I thought.He was smartly dressed in a suit, hair brushed, clean shaven, chiselled jaw and in his early thirties, I would have guessed. Now standing there I could admire his athletic physique. We had shared this bus ride all autumn term since I moved to the city to teach at a new school after breaking up with my fiancé last year. Never really speaking apart from the odd excuse me as I?d get off the bus before him.As my stop nears, I press the bell, place my phone in my coat pocket and grab my satchel bag that?s been overloaded with my pupils marking. I stand straightening my pencil skirt and coat moving towards the door as the bus lurches to stop having to grab the pole to stop myself from falling on my heels.Getting off, I walk towards the school, the music starts to jump and I lose connection. Placing my hand where my phone should be, I realise it must have fallen out of my coat. Why does no womenswear have proper pockets? I curse. Turning back, I notice the bus has stopped and he?s getting off as he gets closer he begins waving with something in his hand. It can?t be, he has my phone. I walk towards him closing the gap.?Excuse me, I believe you may have dropped this,? he says in a deep voice.?Thanks, you're a lifesaver, I?d be lost without it,? I reply.*As he passes the phone it pings with a notification, Tinder - you have a new match.He looks at me with a glint in his eye, then looks at the diamond on my finger.*?Oh, I thought you were taken. Must be someone else?s phone.? A sight smirk graces his face.Feeling embarrassed, I sense my cheeks starting to glow, shuffle on my heels, and cover the ring that I couldn?t bring myself to part with despite finding what I thought was my man, the love of my life, with another woman last summer.I look him in the eye, feeling emotional, saying, ?That?s well and truly over.?He introduces himself as Ben and I reply already in teacher mode stuttering ?Ms Bake, sorry Lauren Baker.?Why am I being like this, a babbling school girl I wonder. Sure he?s tall, smart, well-spoken, polite, a gentleman and attractive Dikmen Escort but it?s too soon. I?d only downloaded that stupid app to keep my old uni mate that was putting me up off my back about getting out there. ?Well, thanks again for my phone, I?d best be getting into school.?I reached up and gave Ben a thank-you hug before turning to head to school. Knowing full well that if I kept this up longer the kids arriving would notice and I wasn?t in the mood for their question.I headed for my lab to prepare for the day. Year 7 first, should be fun it?s the last week before Christmas which means experimenting, making goo and letting them enjoy themselves. Year 11 and 13 science mock exams in preparation for January exam season for the rest of the day, boring but at least I?d be able to get most of the outstanding marking out the way and not need to do it over the holidays. The bell goes and the lesson begins, it?s manic thirty pre-teens busily enjoying all that science can offer. Five minutes to go, stopping the mayhem the kids pack away, the bell goes and I dismiss the class.Hanging my lab coat back up, I straighten my red blouse tucking it into the high waist of my skirt. At 26 years old 5ft7, 34B breast, twenty-nine-inch waist, thirty-eight-inch hips and still enjoying netball and park run on a Saturday I looked after myself. I removed the hair band that had been holding my hair up allowing my shoulder-length blond hair to fall.The next class arrives as I instruct them to space out and remember to keep quiet as it?s exam conditions. Once settled I go to start the timer on my phone, seeing a message from an unknown number. I start the clock and open the message;Hi, Lauren, hru? it?s Ben from the bus this morning, hopefully, you don?t mind but I took your number. You and I have been getting that bus for months now and I never got the courage to say anything but I have noticed you and think you might have too.wow, my heart skipped a beat as I breathe deeply some of the class in the front looked up at me, ?if you have any questions just raise your hand and I?ll come to you.? I cover my tracks placing my phone below the desk.Phones are not supposed to be used in school and teachers are meant to set a good example as with the dress code skirts must not be more than 2 inches above the knee, tights should be plain black or beige, two-inch heels Dikmen Escort Bayan were allowed for the older girls and teachers but most of the female staff like me wore higher as it?s important to be able to stand up to the boys. smart and professional was the key. My phone in my lap I reply;I?m ok, thanks again for saving my phone. Don?t mind at all, it?s the least I could do for your kind gesture, It was lovely to finally say hi and get your name. xxOh shit, two kisses! Panic set in, my pulse racing, I mean it was just a habit to my girlfriends, teammates or sister, but not some random guy who I?d just met on a bus. What will he think of me, I?m not ready for another relationship or dating. As a million things flying through my mind my phone vibrates in my lap, rumbling through my skirt onto the thin gusset of my thong to my vagina. A waking feeling I?d not felt for a few months and causing me to have to shift on the chair. I feel between my legs warming and getting slightly damp.Lauren or miss Baker if you prefer there is one thing you could do for me, tomorrow, Friday night is my firm?s Christmas dinner and it?s expected that everyone has a plus one, I usually get around it by accompanying one of the juniors but she is now got a partner. So I have no one to go with would you mind helping me out? It would mean a lot. Ben Johnson xxReading the message the warmth radiating up from my groin to my abdomen, I sense my nipples harden and undo one of the buttons on my blouse. ?Fifteen minutes left class,? I declare as I stand to check the thermostat on the wall. It?s gotten warmer in here but no one change the settings. I wander the lab as I wait for the exam to finish, quietly letting the students who have finished go but not disturbing those still writing. My alarm goes off and the two remaining students put their pens down and leave. I collect the papers and leave for the staff room.Still feeling flustered I bump into one of the English teachers Ms Parker or Carlie, my confidant and best friend at the school being similar in age. ?What up girl? You are looking really beautiful almost glowing I?d say, loving your hair down although I think one of your buttons is undone,? she says as we make our way to grab a coffee.I start to fill her in on this morning's events. Carlie turns and hugs me clapping her hands in excitement. ?Ugh, see Escort Dikmen told you they were lezzers.?Turning to the boy Carlie sternly scolds, ?Thomas, that is not appropriate language for school, it?s the last full day of the term, do you want to stay behind or would you prefer we didn?t hear it? By the way, there is nothing wrong or disgusting with same-sex couples.??Sorry Ms Baker, sorry Ms Parker? he snorts as he scurries back off with his tail between his legs. I wish all men were that easy to control I thought to myself.In the staff room, I pass her my phone to show her the messages, popping the kettle on and before I can stop her, Carlie has replied I sit down as Carlie gleefully says ?someone?s got plans tomorrow.? Grabbing my phone I look in horror as she replied, I?d love to, what time, is it fancy?Before I could get angry with Carlie a message came back with details of one of the poshest hotels in the city and asking where I lived. Terror filled me, I had nothing to wear, my hair, my nails, no makeup, and there was not enough time to get ready or go shopping for a dress suitable for a night that fancy. How would I pay for it on just my teaching wage? Carlie took my phone and replied whilst I was trying to regain any sort of composure and get my breathing under control from my panic attack.In a calming voice Carlie says ?Stop your worrying girl, I?ve sorted it. He says he?s got to work until 5 tomorrow but knows it?s a half day for you so a car will pick you up at 12:30 from here everything will be ok and he?ll meet you to go to the dinner.??What? How? Why?? I stutter barely able to get my words out.?Girl, he can afford it. Ben Johnston, son of Trevor Johnston QC of Johnston