His Curvy Obsession BWWM

Thirty Two

Chapter 32

"Shut up," Angelina said in a small voice, leaving him to go to the bus as he followed her cue.

Nathaniel grinned cheekily and shook his head amusingly - his Angel has different skin-like onions, and he couldn't wait to peel all and explore.

The bus was long and blue, and the black two-axis wheels were firm to hold the balance of the bus when moving. Nathaniel hadn't got close to a bus like this before. This was his first time seeing a bus close and touching it. He had been sheltered all his life, and he had his driver since he was a kid before he was gifted his first car on his sixteenth birthday by his father.

Angelina entered the bus with ease: well, for all her life, she'd been transported on the bus, and the journey ride was always enjoyable when she was at home (Nigeria). Just a comment about the Nigerian government, the bus would turn into a chattering mess till it arrived at the destination. It was fun, and she did enjoy it, musing gently with a slight smile on her face and her mouth latched on her iced tea as the passengers argued with one another while she listened attentively to the discussions. That was where she mainly got the essential and current news in the country.

Angelina greeted the driver, "good afternoon," she chirped, smiling while the driver smiled back at her. The driver putting on the assigned uniform with his potbelly shooting out as his long and bushy mustache looked like those released apes men. His hands were on the steering, tapping it gently as he waited for passengers to get down or come in.

Rows and rows of blue seats, two thin black aisles down the middle of the bus for those who choose to stand, the transparent windows were opened for fresh air to enter as Angelina greeted an old couple at the front row before going down to the fifth rows beside the window.

She liked the fifth seat because it wasn't close to the back seat, where passengers could feel every bump the bus met and strain their backs. She preferred the middle, where her eyes could see every scene and her ears could hear everything. She pushed Nathaniel beside her, making him unexpectedly crash into the old lady at their front who had a permanent scowl on her face before turning her head to Nathaniel's uncared expression. If looks could kill, then the old lady meant him.

"Sorry, ma'am, it was a mistake," Angelina said softly while the woman's face changed momentarily to adoration.

"You are beautiful dear" The woman smiled and turned back to the front. The bus roared to life when every seat was completely occupied as the bus moved slowly through the narrow road.

Angelina stifled her laughter as she stared at her husband's shocked expression. Nathaniel knew his Angel did affect people, but the woman glared at him for a second, then the voice of Angelina; she became softy, smiling at her.

"How did you do that?" he whispered, still looking at the lady who was occasionally smiling at Angelina.

"It's my charm, hun'' she winked, giggling as she collected the polythene bag from him bringing out the fresh red apples. She stared at it happily, then took a bite, humming at the taste, at how the juice met her taste bud.

Nathaniel cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking at her plump lips, which were inviting him closer, making his pant tighten as the juicy apple stained her lips; he didn't give her a head up before latching on to her lips, not wanting the juice to waste. He pulled her close to him, his arm snaking around her waist, exploring her mouth, using his tongue to take some of the unchewed apple's particles to his mouth. He groaned, couldn't get enough of her as their tongue clashed with each other, pulling her close before he felt a pain at the side. He stopped abruptly, touching his side as he raised his head to look at the old lady who held her walking stick with a glare on her.