When we got to York I was horrified to see that there were dozens more passengers waiting to get on and I didn’t notice any girls that I fancied sit...ing next to me so I didn’t move my case. The bus filled up and I deliberately looked out of the window ignoring everyone who tried to sit next to me until out of the corner of my eye I felt someone staring at me so I had to look and was pleasantly surprised to see a very attractive young lady who had a big overcoat with a hood up so I hadn’t seen. This wasn’t unusual especially when they were successful. This time though there was something different, something in the air, so to speak. In these times, one of the survival skills was to be in tune with your surroundings, the lack of one thing or abundance of another, were signs. The little ones were being readied for bed and the women folk were tending to the last of the days’ chores. A few guards were posted but they were young and inexperienced. It had been peaceful for so long that many. One afternoon, after finishing the math class I taught for last hour, I was in the classroom alone. I was finishing some paperwork, and packing things up, ready to head home. And in walked Meghan, one of the girls in my last hour. She was one of those girls that I could not take my eyes off. Yes, I know. A teacher isn't supposed to look at his students, isn't supposed to have "those" thoughts, or act inappropriate. I had never made an immoral comment. I'd never made an inappropriate remark. And. Should I? Was this my signal to caress that beautiful body from top to toe? Was this my signal to, well, fuck her? But before I had the chance she stood up and wandered to the side of the boat and stood bending over the handrail peering into the water. I watched every naked sinew of her body, her shapes, her moves her curves and slits. “What are these fish?” she asked. I stood up and, hard cock pointing the way, swaying and bouncing in front of me, I joined her. Side by side, skin to skin..