I have a job for the summer, it's just serving in a baker's shop but it'll do 'till I go back to uni. But it's the journey back home that I've found has made me want to do things I wouldn't have imagined I'd dare do for real before.
I regularly fantasise about my body being on display for others' enjoyment, like being inadequately dressed in various situations; my shirt having no buttons for unexplained reasons and my big boobs swaying as I'm carrying a bag in each hand, unable to hold my shirt closed as I waddle down the street with everyone looking at me, them. Likewise my skirt is too short and rides up as I walk carrying too many things to pull it down to cover my bared embarrassment, but I'm not really embarrassed I'm so aroused I hardly have to touch my clitoris to come. Many other enthralling scenarios fill my playtime. But they are fantasy. Today I have decided I want something real and a guy I saw will hopefully be a regular traveller on my bus back home after work.
When I made my decision of fulfilling my fantasies I realised that walking down a street with my breasts hanging out was not going to happen! I was going to be more subtle, at least to begin with and let's see where it goes, what might be possible.
I get a ride to work with the bread delivery van but to get home I have to use the bus. After a couple of days I noticed this rather dishy middle-aged guy was always there when I got on. I dropped myself on the seat opposite him at the front of the bus. All the other seats were forward-facing but the ones right at the front face each other across the bus. I had my earphones on and pretended to be absorbed in the music. He was constantly ogling me, smiling appreciatively, despite my ignoring him. His eyes' touch was giving me a warm tingly feeling which I denied by my passivity. But I have plans for you fella.
Next day at the shop I was thinking forward nervously to my bus ride home and hoping my inspiration would be there. I'd come prepared. At closing time I popped into the restroom and changed from my jeans to a short denim skirt. Small steps, I intended to make this tease develop gradually as the bus ride only took about ten minutes.
Sitting in exactly the same place, he was there, and with a surge of naughty pleasure I sat opposite him. My knees touched but most of my bare thighs were uncovered. I felt his leer. Keeping my knees touching I randomly swayed my legs left to right, right to left to tease him with the possibility they might open, all the while seeming engrossed in my music. He never took his eyes off me. I knew he was hoping for my knees to part, would they? Won't they? My stop arrived, my knees separated as if to enable me to balance to stand up, but rather wider than necessary. I had chosen a pair of thin white cotton panties which I knew clung to my mound's now moist form. I glanced at him, he didn't notice me do it as he was so enthralled. His mouth opened.
I was in a daze walking home from the bus stop. Someone might have shouted hello to me but I was in a haze with an impatient desire to relieve this novel thrill. I could barely wait to get to the sanctuary of my bedroom and culminate the bus trip.
Wow, reality is much better than fantasy!
Another day, another long wait for what I'm looking forward to all day. The worry that he might not be there today. That someone else sits in my seat, I'm in a bad mood to my customers!
During lunch I ponder my, my er, watcher, my voyeur! I'm an exhibitionist he's MY voyeur. I wonder what he thinks, what he thinks of me? Probably just grateful! An interdependence, one doesn't exist without the other. I'm in control, he gets to see what I show him. He has to be passive or he risks his good luck ending. He won't even say anything for the risk of annoying me.
I'm wearing the same as yesterday. Thankfully all is good on the bus and I sit down, knees apart but not too much, enough for him to see my inner thighs resting on the seat. My thin white panties are getting wetter by the second.
I can feel he's staring intently again. His gaze is like a touch, I can feel him on my thighs and I moisten some more. I part my thighs further so he can see what he does to me. I imagine my damp panties must be virtually transparent. He does not have to imagine, he can see clearly. Perhaps he can smell me now as well, I am so wet!
His trousers move distinctly at the crotch. There is an impressive curve right up to the belt. I assume he's gone commando perhaps in anticipation so as not to get an uncomfortable hard-on inside underpants. I smile to myself that I made him prepare for my display. I slide forward slightly on my seat leaving my skirt behind so he has a clearer view. For the rest of the way I stay pushed forward so he can enjoy my wet pussy pressed into the meagre cotton. What's he going to do about his erection I wonder as I disembark. These journeys seem to be getting shorter.
It's a joy walking home with sticky goo between my thighs. Once home my hand slithers to a treble in and out of the sticky white cotton, while I replay today's ride with a few added imaginings.
Something a bit different for tomorrow, I decide.
At closing time I do my now ritual clothes swap. Today I have brought a prop, a large ring binder, which I'll need to mask my braless breasts for the short walk to my bus-stop.
I clutch my binder all the way to my seat where I place it carefully beside me, next I fiddle my earphones from my bag allowing my breasts to shuffle their position as they please. My tight red woolly top has buttons from neck to waist, several are undone. One nicely positioned showing each breast's lower curve.