I turned to face her, even though I could only see her vaguely with the little light the moon gave through the windows.She took my hand and placed it ...n a breast, the nipple thrusting into my palm. I leaned my head forward until our lips met in a gentle caress. It became a kiss, first tentative, then more urgent.I traced a finger in increasing circles around her breast and then slowly back to the nipple, to pinch lightly, then a little harder as I felt her respond to the touch. Her arm went. I no longer felt quite as much guilt but I still felt no desire for female company of any kind. A strange but true thing about the buses are the groupies that congregated around the bus stations. I have no logical explanation for this but it did occur and many drivers were known to take advantage. I can honestly say that I was never tempted. Nor did I succumb to any of the temptations working in an office staffed predominantly by young women. I heard more than one rumour and many more innuendos. Her large tits wanting to bust out of their restraint, her perfect body winding down to a pair of really great sexy legs. "So you like what you see baby?" she asked "Fuck yes" I replied as she moved up next to me "Would you like to have this anytime you want?" she asked as she ran her hands down her tits and then down to her waist. "I would love it so much" I answered back. She moved up to me and placing her hands on my cheeks, moved in and once again we kissed as though we were two lovers. All she could manage was a silk purple tank top and a short black skirt with knee-length black leather boots. She didn’t have much in the way of a wardrobe yet so she had hoped this would suffice. She felt completely out-classed by his outfit but, reminding herself of his profession, decided not to try and compete with him on that aspect and merely hoped he would find it acceptable. Garak, on the other hand-could not take his eyes off of her legs or the tops of her breasts as he approached.