No Secrets Pt. 02

Note from author: This 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.


Chapter 2
The following day my eyes shot open at dawn, my mind instantly moving towards the events of the night before and wondering what delights today would bring. I masturbated quickly to thoughts of Liz, and then got dressed and prepared myself for work.
As I left the house I sensed things had changed somewhat. Everything felt good. The wind on my face, the daylight which was now breaking through the darkness and the sounds of birds and other morning activity were all much more acute than they had been yesterday. My stride had an unfamiliar bounce to it as I made my way up the hill towards the bus stop where I would catch my lift to work.
As I waited at the bus stop a lady I had never seen before made her way in my direction, carrying a suitcase. She was taller than my mother and Liz, about 5'9 in her short heels, slender with dark auburn hair tied up in a bun, wore glasses and was wearing a smart two-piece suit under which a top covered her to her neck. She walked rather stiffly and if I had to peg her age, I would say she was in her mid to late 50's.
"Excuse me," she said in a rather posh accent which hid a slight Scottish lilt "can I catch the bus here to Winsor?"
Normally, faced with this situation, I would have felt too terrified to say anything and just nodded but although nervous I replied "Yes, the number 73 bus takes you directly into town, it will be along in a minute."
"Thank you." she said and then moved into the space behind me to form a queue and put her case down. About 2 minutes later, the bus appeared. Minding the manners my mother had bestowed upon me, I gestured to let the lady get on first, picked up her case and just said "Please, after you." with a grin.
"A gentleman," she mused, "how rare. Thank you." as she climbed up the step to seek a seat. I followed, placed the case in the luggage rack and found a space further towards the back. I stared out of the window and my mind instantly settled on thoughts of Liz, her wonderful breasts, her shapely legs and I wondered what else might lay in store for the evening.
Naturally, these thoughts and the rocking of the bus had an effect of waking my sleeping cock and I realised that I would soon have to get off. As I stood, the woman who was waiting at the bus stop also rose and moved towards the exit, passing me. I saw her eyes flick towards my groin and her eyebrows arch in surprise as she took in my erection but she moved past me quickly, picked up her case and alighted from the bus.
As I set foot on the pavement, I saw that she was walking in front of me and kept on glancing at a piece of paper in her hand. "Excuse me?" I asked, "Can I help you at all? Are you lost?"
"That is a bit presumptuous of you, young man, no I am not lost. I know exactly where I am going. However, as it seems of interest to you, you could inform me of the direction of Sycamore House."
I stood for a moment not saying anything which must have confused her.
"Well?" she said. "Sorry," I stammered "but I work at Sycamore House."

"Oh," she said "well, I am the new governess to Mr