One of the things that never ceases to amaze me is how uptight our culture is about sex. For a nation born upon the ideals of freedom and free speech, we have some bizarre attitudes about one of life’s most beautiful things.

There are a few rare occasions when one runs into another with the same liberal attitude towards that most delicate recreation.

Take, for example, what happened to me recently.

I work at a job that, unfortunately, is not on the same schedule as more others. I begin work at ten at night, and do not get off until six in the morning, sometimes later. About a week ago, my car broke down, so I have spent the last week taking the bus. This by itself is unremarkable. But what happened yesterday as I got off work literally blew my mind.

Almost every night when I got off the bus, the same woman was getting on. She was rather tall, about 5’8″, buxom, a bit on the plump side, and very attractive, with brown hair, and hazel eyes. The first day I saw her, she looked exhausted, and it seemed like a pattern with her. On the second day, however, we made eye contact. She smiled at me, and for a moment, her entire face brightened.

I felt warm all night.

On Friday, however, she did not get on the bus as I got off. I looked around and she was nowhere to be seen.

A bit dejected, I went off to work.

That morning, tired, worn out, and generally zapped, I headed for the bus stop. It was another hour before the bus got there, so I had brought a book.

But, when I got to the bus stop, the woman was sitting there! She looked right at me as I turned the corner, and smiled. A bit shocked, I sat down on the bench next to her. She was wearing a knee length pleated skirt, and a white blouse, standard office attire. I had noticed her breasts before, but, for some reason, it was hard to keep my eyes off of them.