Preteen Exhibitionists - Doreen Chase "The Bus Ride"
Written by Keyman
This is the first of a series of case histories of young preteen exhibitionists. The first story depicts one day in the life of eleven year old Doreen Chase. Chapter Two "The Bus Ride" follows Doreen home after her exhibitionist awakening at school. Doreen again gets the urge to tease someone with her nubile preteen body. The eleven year old decides who better then her senior citizen bus driver, Jim Grant. Doreen decides she wants to check out what an old man's cock looks like. Besides she likes Mr. Grant, he reminds her of her grandfather.
When we last left Doreen she had just exited the classroom where her preteen exhibitionist awakening had taken place. As a token of her gratitude for his part in her awakening she had left her cream filled cotton panties behind with Mr. Bell her History teacher. A smile of satisfaction spread across her face as she walked towards the school parking. She quickly spied the yellow school bus that waited to take her and the other kids in her neighborhood home. The cool air on her naked pussy reminded her again of how liberating her first stab at exhibitionism had been. She felt no shame that she had given her cream soaked panties to her teacher. She felt no shame in respect to what had happened between her and Mr. Bell. She sure did not feel any shame that she was walking around in public with nothing on under her short uniform skirt. Instead she was enjoying her new found sexual freedom. She liked what some people would call piggy. Her memories of what had just happened were good ones. The young girl could not wait to tease someone again. Doreen's pussy tingled at the thought of what she had planned next. As she drew close to the waiting school bus she saw Mr. Grant waiting at bottom of the steps. All the girls were wise to the sixty five year old driver's reasons for helping them up the steps. It was obvious to all he was trying to peek up under their short uniform skirts. They would all talk and laugh about what a dirty old man drove them home. Some of the older girls would deliberately drop their books halfway up the steps. Then they would bend over at the waist and give the old goat a peek at their panties. Mr. Grant would always bend his head trying to see more and his face would get all red. The driver would also peek up in the rear view mirror to try to catch a girl sitting with her legs open. Most of the girls were wise to this too. Some would tease him just to see what he would do. Doreen was determined to give the old man a show he would never forget.
As Doreen walked up to the bus Mr. Grant as he always did offered to help her up the steps, "Hi Doreen need a hand up? It must be tough with all those books."
Doreen seeing no one else behind accepted his offer and held out her hand saying, "Why thank you Mr. Grant. I do have all these books and I don't want to slip. You are such a nice man, I wish I could reward you. Well maybe someday I will bake you some cookies or do something else nice for you."
Jim Grant had taken the job of school bus driver for one reason and one reason only. He had retired with a large pension and had no need of extra money. He was not bored with life as he had plenty to do with his favorite hobby, collecting huge amounts of child porn. No Jim Grant had taken the thankless job of ferrying screaming kids back and forth to school for one reason. It got him close to what he loved most in the world, preteen girls. He lived for those days a careless girl would give him a peek at her panties. He knew some of the girls were wise to him and teased him on purpose. He didn't care that they laughed at him or called him a dirty old man. No it was worth it as long as he was treated to display of preteen inner thighs and panty covered mounds every now and then. He never thought he would see more then that, even though his fantasies revolved around most of those preteen girl passengers. No he was happy with those short peeks, they got his pecker going even at his advanced age. He had no idea the eleven year old he was about to help up the steps was going to rock his world like it never had been before. Doreen had always protected her modesty before so Jim was sure he would at most see a little of her upper thighs.
Doreen made it to the last step before she would have entered the bus and then let her books slip from her arms. She slowly bent over at the waist maximizing how far her already short school uniform skirt would ride up over her upper thighs. What happened next seemed to take place in slow motion.
Jim Grant on seeing the books fall onto the steps made no effort to pick them up. He had learned that when something like this happened it was his best chance to look up a unsuspecting preteen's skirt. He had admired Doreen's on the cusp of womanhood body many times. He had watched her little tittie bumps making an appearance on her otherwise thin frame over the past three months. She was just what Mr. Grant liked in a preteen girl, a boyish body with just the hint of womanhood. He was hoping for a view of her cotton panties, all the schoolgirls wore cotton panties. If thought if he was lucky he might catch a glimpse of part of her little asscheeks hanging out the bottom of those little girl panties. He quickly looked around to see if the coast was clear. He was pleased to see no one else in sight. He would be able to bend over for a better viewing angle without the worry of getting caught. Better yet, at that moment one of Doreen's school books fell at his feet. He quickly stooped to pick it up so he would have an unobstructed view right up Doreen's tartan skirt. In that instant his cock started to stiffen in his pants at the prospect of what he was about to see. Mr. Grant had no idea what type of view awaited him under the preteen's skirt.
Doreen was quickly learning the art of being a preteen exhibitionist. Oh yes there is an art to it. She had already decided to give Mr. Grant an unobstructed view of her eleven year old bare bottom. However it was not going to be a long show. She was going to give him a taste of what lay beneath her skirt to see his reaction. Then maybe, just maybe on the ride home she would continue the show. She muttered, "Darn, I dropped my books. Mr. Grant, would you get that one at your feet?" Then slowly she bent over, extravagating the bend to show the most of her bottom to the now kneeling school bus driver. She peeked behind her to see the old man not only kneel down but also bend his head to give himself the best viewing angle for peeking up her skirt. If he could have lain on the ground without getting caught Jim would have done it. As her skirt rode up over her upper thighs she heard the old man gasp with surprise. She could feel the cool air on her butt as it made its appearance from under the confines of her skirt.
Jim Grant quickly knelt down and turned his head waiting for Doreen to pick up her books. He hoped she would not kneel demurely and cut off any chance of getting a good view up her skirt. He was happy to see her slowly bend over at the waist. He watched as if in almost slow motion her skirt rode up her upper thighs. More and more of the smooth preteen skin came into view. Up higher the skirt rode and finally the bottom of her little ass cheeks started to show. Jim was surprised that so much of Doreen's asscheeks were uncovered. He thought normally the usual cotton little girl panties covered most of a preteen's butt. He could see this was not the case. As more and more of Doreen's naked butt came into view Jim found himself wonder if the little girl was wearing a thong. A moment later Doreen's entire ass was exposed. Jim then realized the eleven year old was not wearing panties. He gasped in surprise and his cock grew stiff as a board in a split second. A moment later Doreen stood up and ended the short but exciting show. Jim handed the preteen her book and smiled broadly saying, "Here you go, that should be all of them." Then he decided to test the eleven year old and commented, "Doreen you should be careful how you bend over I inadvertently looked up your skirt. I don't think your parents would approve of you not wearing panties."
Doreen acted as if the bus driver's revelation embarrassed her, "Oh Mr. Grant, I feel so piggy that I am not wearing panties. I had an accident and had to take them off. You won't tell anyone will you? You are such a nice man." She smiled and batted her eyes at the red faced senior citizen and pedophile.
Jim Grant had no intention of breathing a word of what he had seen. He was depressed that the show had lasted only seconds and hoped to see more. Knowing the eleven year old's pussy and asshole were uncovered wet his desire to see more. He was not going to pull up the young girl's skirt and have a look, he wasn't that stupid. However he hoped to get another look on the ride home. He asked, "Doreen, why don't you sit up here by me. That way none of the other kids can see you are not wearing panties. I don't think they would keep your secret like I can. What do you say."
Doreen smiled again and replied, "Why thank you Mr. Grant that is so nice of you. I think it is an excellent idea." Doreen knew the seat Mr. Grant was offering provided the best viewing angle for the old man to look up her skirt. Of course if she sat like a lady Mr. Grant would not be able to see under her skirt. Doreen unable to control herself teased the older man with, "Mr. Grant what is that bulge in your pants. Do you have a flashlight in your pocket?" She giggled when the bus driver turned beet red. She added, "I guess you liked looking under my skirt didn't you. Mr. Grant you are a big piggy too if you ask me." She smiled to let him know she was not offended by his peeking up under her skirt. However she had made it plain she knew the bulge in his pants wasn't a flashlight.
Jim Grant was shocked by the young girl's comments. She had let him know she knew he had a hard on. She also let him know she knew the hard on was due to his peeking up under her skirt. He worried what might happen if she told her parents or school officials. He tried to explain, "Doreen please forgive me. I have this problem. I like to look at young girls. I like to look up their skirts or see them naked. I can't help myself. However I have never harmed a little girl. When you bent over I could not stop myself from looking at your cute little butt. It is one of the cutest butts in the school. Then when I saw you weren't wearing panties I became sexually aroused as you can see. I hope you won't tell anyone. I really could not help it."
Doreen gaze fell to the still obvious bulge in Mr. Grant's pants. She smiled at the older man and offered, "You keep my secret and I will keep yours." She then added, "Mr. Grant you must have a real big penis. It sure looks huge to me."
Jim Grant seeing that more kids were headed towards the bus quickly replied, "It's not so big, but you sure made it grow bigger. I agree, lets keep each other's secrets. Now take a seat here comes the rest of the kids."
Doreen took a seat and closed her legs preventing anyone else from discovering she was naked under her skirt. She knew kids have big mouths. She did not want to have to explain what had happened to the panties she had worn to school. Once the bus was on the road, Doreen let her legs move apart. She didn't allow them to open enough to see all the way up to her uncovered pussy. No she was just allowing enough opening so that if Mr. Grant peeked in the rear view mirror he would see some of her pale skinned upper thighs. She knew that would tease him unmercifully, him knowing what lay just a few inches higher up her legs. Several times during the ride Mr. Grant had to serve the bus to avoid other cars or the shoulder of the road. He was too busy looking in the rear view mirror hoping for another peek up Doreen's skirt. All the kids would yell for him to watch it and then laugh. Doreen's pussy was tingling as she continued to tease the obviously aroused older man. She was having a wonderful time, this was a great day in her life. Her new found power over older men was becoming intoxicating to the preteen. She wondered if her grandfather would act like this if a little girl like her let him look up her skirt. She decided he most likely would, what man wouldn't. She also contemplated testing that theory out the next time grandpa paid a visit.
As luck would have it, Doreen's house was the last stop on the school bus route. Yes, lucky for you and Mr. Grant as you will soon see. Doreen had a plan for what was going to happen next. Mr. Grant would not have a chance once this little girl put her devious plan into action.
Doreen waited for almost two minutes after the last kid had left the bus. Mr. Grant seemed to look in his rear view mirror even more, now that there was no one else on the bus. Still Doreen controlled just how much he could see, teasing the bus driver unmercifully. She could see the bulge in his pants had not gone down since they had left the school. Doreen was growing more confident in the power her young body held over men. When the bus reached a practically deserted stretch of road Doreen put her devious plan into action. The preteen yelped and yelled, "Ouch something bit me. Ow, ow, it hurts Mr. Grant it hurts a lot. Please stop the bus."
Jim Grant not suspecting this little girl was lying quickly pulled the bus over to the side of the road. He turned in his seat and asked concern in his voice, "Doreen, what bit you? Where does it hurt?"
Doreen replied, her face seemingly contorted in pain, "I don't know, maybe it was a bee. Oh this is so embarrassing; it bit me on my privates. Why did I have to take my panties off? Ouchie, it hurts Mr. Grant do something, please.
Jim Grant on hearing of the location of the purported bug bite quickly pulled the first aid kit off the back of his seat. He stood up and walked to where Doreen was sitting and sat down on the seat across from her. Mr. Grant was more then willing to treat this bug bite and he offered, "Doreen, this is embarrassing to both of us. If you want me to make the pain go away I am going to have to look at the bite. I can't treat it unless I know what bit you. I know that will be embarrassing for you but what choice do we have?"
Doreen sniffed in pain and replied, "I guess I don't have a choice Mr. Grant. It hurts so much. What do you want me to do?"
On hearing her agreement to his suggestion Jim decided he had died and gone to heaven. Here he was alone on a parked school bus in the middle of nowhere with a pretty eleven year old. A girl who had just been bitten on her pussy by a bug of unknown origin. Better yet she was willing to let him look at and treat the bug bite. The possibilities were endless and Jim was going to milk this for all it was worth. He advised solemnly, "Doreen I need for you to lay back in your seat. Yes that is the way. At least in that position you can see what I am doing and direct me to where the bug bit you."
Doreen leaned back against the side of the school bus and waited to see what the obviously aroused pedophile would do next. Her pussy was already leaking pussy cream in anticipation of what might happen.
Jim next advised, "I am going to have to lift up your skirt to see where the bit is and how bad it is. Are you okay with that Doreen?"
Doreen nodded tentatively indicating by her actions she didn't think she had any other choice. She watched as the bus driver started to pull her skirt upwards towards her waist. She noticed he was taking his time, obviously teasing himself. He seemed to enjoy exposing her nakedness little by little. Doreen wondered can all men be this way, even her daddy.
Jim slowly lifted the wool tartan skirt upwards while taking his time. Thereby increasing his enjoyment of unveiling the eleven year old's most private area. Finally Doreen's little pussy came into view. Since her legs were together all he could see was a tiny slit with a small tuft of hair at it top. Jim remarked, "Doreen, I see you are becoming a woman."
Doreen acted embarrassed and yelped, "Mr. Grant you are making me get all embarrassed. Are you going to look at the bug bit or what?"
Jim smiled and offered, "There is nothing to get embarrassed about. You should be happy that you are maturing. I bet you have the cutest little boobies now don't you? Don't worry I will look at the bit and treat it."
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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