Megumi a Silent Passion

Megumi, the final year Japanese school girl, chatted to her companion on the school bus. They were on their way home, and her friend would drop off three stops before she did. Megumi was the third to be picked up in the mornings, and once off the bus, it drove on to let two more, then looped back past her stop and into the distance.

As the bus growled its diesel engine up the hill, the sky darkened unusually and ominous weather loomed. Soon after her friend bolted from the bus, the sky spewed rain filled with hate, anger and violence as Megumi had never witnessed. The bus slowed in an abundance of caution and the driver leaned forward over the wheel peering at the road that had turned into a small rivulet. Winds howled and screamed trying to rip away all they could touch. The farms around were savaged and bare, as humans and animals had found shelter.

This was her stop.

She stood at the door. Everyone watched her and Kenji, the driver hesitated his hand on the lever to pop open the door. Megumi did not turn to him, she just waited. Kenji popped open the door and a rush of violent rain and wind burst into the bus, however, stepped off and made for the little bus shelter, where she paused but did not look back. Kenji snapped the door shut, shook his head and lashed the diesel dragon into life and slipped away.

After the final student ran into his mother’s waiting sheltered umbrella, he slipped the bus down the road and veered left, as he always did. Around the narrow streets he spurred the dragon and was soon facing back to the school, as he always did. Back past the narrow road where Megumi and sort shelter, the bus crawled, as the violence raged outside. As he approached the shelter, the storm had ripped away part of the roof and a swirl drenched the person stranded there. He slowed to see if he could help, as the person was Megumi who was wet thoroughly. Her hair was plastered to her face, her shirt and skirt stuck to her, and the rain seethed onwards, trying to erase the skinny girl.

He stopped.

He opened the bus door, and gestured to her to come aboard.

She ran into the bus and he shut the door.

She went to her usual seat but stood over it, aware that both her clothes and her body were dripping water everywhere.

Kenji knew too, as he guided the bus to the verge of the road, and left the diesel dragon purring. He turned on the heater, as the rain had invited a snap of cold to accompany it to this impromptu dance. Kenji found a modest towel he had used to keep his hands clean when driving. He went to her, towel in hand.

Megumi had both her hands on the overhead rail, shivering a little and her breathing coming in fast as little puffs of cloud escaped her mouth. Her head bowed as he approached. She had never spoken to the man, a courtesy nod was all she extended as thanks. He knew her name, and greeted her every morning, and received a silent nod. Now her head was bowed, silently.

He asked her to get closer to the heater, she did not move.

He asked her to take the towel, she did not move, her both hands stretched above her.

He offered the white towel again, this time he pushed it towards her. Her head turned to look at it, and slowly lowered her left hand, but did not take the towel. Her palm was face down, offering him the trembling hand.

He dabbed at it gently, catching away the angry rain. She put her hand back on the overhead rail and offered him the other hand. He laughed, and dabbed this one too.

“Take off your shoes,” he had to shout to be heard over the storm, but she did not move, she just looked down at her shoes.

He got to his knee and unbuckled the shoe, she lifted her foot obligingly and surrendered the shoe, he pulled off the sock too. She volunteered the other foot and he had those too. He used the towel to dab gently at her feet. Kenji had never been married, never had children, so this was new to him. He took her shoes and placed them close to the heater at the front of the bus and returned to the girl who still clung to the rail. Droplets still danced off her face and hung on her nose before jumping into eternity. He dabbed her face gently, carefully. His towel roamed her bowed head and he dabbed the moisture out of her hair.

She was gasping slowly now.

“Take off your tie” he encouraged as he shouted down the storm.

If Megumi were to be honest, it was that this shouting man, she assumed, was giving her irrefutable orders. Orders that must alway be obeyed. However, in Kenji’s mind he was whispering kindly, but in a voice loud enough to transcend the lunacy of the rain gods romping outside.

She leaned towards him, but did not move. Slowly he touched her tie thinking she could not hear him, and tugged on the knot, his eyes did not leave her face, her hands did not leave the overhead rail. Soon he freed the tie, and looped it over the rail, closer to the heater. Impulsively he undid the first button on her shirt, and if she resisted, he would pull away and return to his seat, his place.

But she did not retreat.

She leaned towards him, and he slowly carefully unbuttoned her shirt. He gasped as her bra came into view. Slowly he pulled the wet shirt from her body, grasping first the one wrist, then the other and slipping the wet garment off her. Megumi’s head was still bowed, but she did not resist. He dabbed the towel over her smooth skin, and he let a finger drift over her well shaped belly. She did not resist. He lifted her arms and returned them to the overhead rail. He stood before her and watched her in silence.

He dabbed her gently and she gasped in appreciation, but he did not hear her. He pushed her head back gently and she complied without recoil or resistance. He dabbed the towel under her chin and neck. Her bra was wet through too, and first he dabbed at her tits with the towel, but involuntarily he cupped her tits with his hand. She cried out in surprise and pleasure, but did not withdraw or shun him. Her bra was soaked and his hand was rewarded with her nipples jumping out as hard rocks.

Without a word he reached behind her and undid the bra. He struggled for a moment, as it had been years since he had been in a position to attend to a woman. As he pulled it forward, she leaned a little towards him but did not move her hands. He dragged his hand up her body, over her nipple and released her fingers from the rail, freed the bra and returned the hand to the rail. Then the next one. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. He rubbed his hands over her body and warmed her skin.

Again he dropped to his knee and undid her belt and skirt quickly, she obliged by stepping out of the skirt and he placed it close to the heater. Still on his knees he looked up at her bowed face, he glanced over her full solid thighs, flat stomach and exposed breasts, he watched her gasping for breath, and her breasts heaving. He reached up, unable to resist and squeezed them, with his eyes on hers. Then he dragged his hands down along her body, slowly and hooked her panties and slowly deliberately pulled them off.

Obligingly, Megumi stepped out of them.

He squeezed them between his fist and a few drops of water rolled away. Kenji thrust the panties into his pocket, he wanted something to assure him, he had not dreamed the day away.

She watched him, naked now, holding the rail, leaning over a man, whose eyes burned with the need to possess her. She spread her legs open, inviting his ownership over her body. He obliged by putting his hands on the insides of her thighs and dragging them up to her pussy. She watched him, breathing fast now, the cold of the rain, forgotten, the cacophony dimmed as she only heard his breathing, and he heard her’s exclusively. The pink entrance to her pleasure was rimmed by dark brown skin, and as his fingers found her, and opened her, she threw back her head and cried out. She had small hair growth over her mound, and his hands parted her and pushed his tongue into her with a violence he did not know he had. The violence of that first lunge was something she too would remember. It bent her body over, made her legs twitch and she needed her strength to keep them apart.

Kenji grabbed her around her butt and pulled her onto his tongue. His teeth grazed her clitoris and lodged into her. She involuntarily rubbed against his bared teeth, and his tongue darted in and out of her pleasure hole. Shudders of pleasure and pain took hold over her, her inexperienced lover who had last read about sex in magazines years ago, stood suddenly and plunged his fingers inside her with some force. For a soft complaint Megumi, it was just the trick to send her on her first of many orgasms. Her body jerked and twisted and this man, past the middle of his life, used his weight and strength to confine her and make her cum on his hand.

As her body went a little limp he pushed her to the back of the bus and dropped her onto the back seat. She fell back keeping her hands clear,choosing not to cover any part of her body from his gaze nor his access. One of her legs fell onto the seat, and the other on the floor. Her pussy opened. She moved her hands over her head and kept them palm up to the sky, that raged still. She watched him undress, his cock was hard, and without pause for dropping his shirt, he threw his cock inside her. He groaned. She squealed and hooked her foot onto the top of the seat to spread wider to make way for him.

He found her tits and grabbed them and squeezed, pulling himself into her using only her tits. She cried at each thrust, but never moved her hands to fend him off nor to slow him neither. She wanted him to have her in a way that was pleasurable for him, for this man, for any man. He stretched over and pinned her hands down, it fed his power over her, and that was what kept him hard and angry. His disused sex soon produced a tingling that was new to him, and it took just a few more thrusts and he exploded inside her. His legs and body shook over her and wriggled violently. She too responded to his final long lunge and her body shuddered in reply.

He lay still for a moment, but she pushed him and he sat up. She dropped her mouth to his cum covered cock and sucked hard and desperately on him. She licked his balls, and rubbed the cock over her face. His hard cock did not go away after this attention, and quick as a wink she threw her leg over him and pushed down and rode his cock forcing him hard. He complied without objection, and let her fuck him. Soon she dropped down and sucked hard at him, keeping his cock thick. She slipped him inside her again and fucked him hard. It took a lot longer for her to drive him to a second ejaculation, and in that time she took her own pleasure many, many times.

“This is what you want!” he shouted over the slowly dying storm.

He pushed fingers inside her and roughly rubbed her hole. Soon her legs tried to slap together as she convulsed. He however, pushed the legs apart and they were soon in a struggle of strength. Him keeping her open, and the spasms from deep inside her, clenching her up. Still, to her credit, Megumi kept her hands over her head, passively. Kenji, watching this wriggling nymph was close again and climbed onto her, pinning. He was wild and uncontrollable, he was wild and rough, and she encouraged him, meeting every thrust with a twist of her hips into him. He growled as he tried to ejaculate, but it was a long way off.

She watched him now, and he could not tell if it was disapproval or disappointment, but it drove him crazy. He slapped her face. A stinging slap. She gasped but did not defend. He crushed her breasts and pinched on her nipples. She yelped but her hands were resigned above her head, passive, compliant to his needs first. He slapped her again and again and she yelped, obediently.

He flipped her over, and pressed her face down into the steel and pulled her leg up so he could get deeper inside her. She orgasmed again and now the orgasms came uncontrollable with each slap or push. Her yelps were almost always the beginning of an explosion in her pussy that seemed to start deep inside her stomach. He entered her pussy from behind. The cold steel tore at her nipples, her belly, her thighs but she endured as each grunt or groan from her was just part of a long orgasm.

He pulled her head off the floor by pulling hard on her hair plaits and held her suspended there. He did not move, but the feeling of her pussy under him slowly brought him to release. It felt like an age to both of them, tears slipped from her eyes as he jerked at her hair.

Finally they slumped together exhausted.

As their sweats mingled, and the smell of each other filled the air, he noticed the ravishing storm and slowed to a drizzling mumble. He stood, guilty, afraid, worried. He quickly recovered his clothes, but she stayed there watching him, dazed.

“Megumi, you alright,” was filled with all the concerns.

She sat up and reached out for her things and slowly dressed. She only had a courtesy search for her panties, but did not challenge him. Once dressed, she retrieved her bag and still wordlessly stood at the door of the bus. He wanted to apologize, or ask her not to tell anyone, but the vision of her there at the door as she had been for so many years, his reflex, opened the door. She stepped out as she had a hundred times. Only this time she turned and offered a very small bow to him, then ran off.