Stephanie

Written by PantyMan

My friend was having an extended stay in Hospital, several miles from where I live.

As it was Saturday, and I was not at work, I decided to pay him a visit but, as the traffic there is always horrendous, I decided to use the bus.

The bus was almost empty as I took my favorite seat right at the back.

As I had a longish journey in front of me I settled back in the seat and started to doze.

After a while the bus stopped to pick up more passengers, and I sensed, rather than saw, some people come down to the back and sit across the aisle from me.

As the journey continued, I found myself drifting into a deeper sleep.

My dream was vivid - lots of nubile young girls dressed in white blouses and very short skirts running around playing in a park, giving me lots and lots of white cotton panty flashes.

I was in heaven.

Suddenly I heard an angel start to sing with a beautiful voice and, as I slowly came out of my slumber realized that I really could hear singing.

I opened my eyes to discover two people sitting across the aisle from me.

One was a rather fat middle aged woman, who was sat level with me, whilst her companion was a rather plump child who was sat in the seat in front of her.

It was the child who was singing and she really did have a lovely voice

I studied the child through partially closed eyelids.

She appeared to be early teens with two rather large breast, and was wearing jeans and a flimsy floral top that was held up by two very thin straps.

I realized that I couldn’t see any bra straps.

The one thing that spoilt her was that, in addition to being on the plump side, she was also rather plain.

I opened my eyes fully and the girl realized that I was watching her sing.

She did that typical child thing of suddenly becoming very shy, and stopped singing mid verse.

"Don't stop," I said, "That sounded really nice."

Her mum, for that is who it turned out to be, smiled at me and told the child to carry on singing.

After some hesitation, she coyly smiled at me, and started singing again.

I noticed that when she smiled, she had the most gorgeous blue eyes, and with the smile her whole face lit up, losing the plainness.

After that I struck up a conversation with the woman, whose name was Delia, and discovered that they were making a weekly trip to visit relatives.

Before long, she had told me what seemed like her whole life history, and whilst I won't bore you with most of it, the important bits were that she was a widow and that her daughter Stephanie was 9 and really missed her dad.

Suddenly Stephanie became more interesting.

When she finished singing, she started reaching for her mother's bag, in order to get a drink and some candy bars. ......(cont)

.......Read the entire Stephanie ....written by PantyMan.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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