It's the hottest day of the year and I'm not looking forward to today's commute. This heatwave is getting a bit much now. You would think there would be some air conditioning on public transport. I should be going to the beach, but it's the office for me.

I'll probably get called in to see my lady boss again. My skirt is too short, my top is too skimpy blah blah blah.

I'm done with trying to be correct; no one should be able to tell me what to wear. Then I see my reflection in the glass at the tram stop. Well, maybe I have gone a bit too far, this time, but who cares! Nothing wrong with a little minimalism.

The tram arrives and I take one of a row of three. I see you looking at me from my peripheral vision, but I don't make eye contact. I can feel your gaze, the sense of lust that you're battling against. Some of my fellow commuters might be shocked. Not wearing a bra isn't actually a crime. My nipples are pressing against the see-through fabric of my top; doesn't exactly leave much to the imagination does it! I just know you're studying the outline of my 34 DD boobs, they're perfect aren't they?

I lick my finger and almost catch your eye, but I want you to believe I'm innocently unaware of your flagrant voyeurism. Then I uncross my legs. You get a little flash, just quick enough to make you wonder. Surely not...

I open my legs again, a little wider and just as quick, I adjust my position. You look around, wondering if others have seen you. I mean gazing up a girl's skirt like that. I say skirt, it's virtually a belt, isn't it. For the first time I give you a quick glance and our eyes meet momentarily as we turn a corner and I look away. A few more commuters get on and there's just the faintest delicious breeze as the tram doors swing open and shut.

I casually part my legs again. This time I leave them open, one knee bent, the other leg a little straighter. But I know you have a perfect view now. Were you expecting me to be wearing panties, darling? Hmmm...? Not on a day like this. I had to go commando. I have a cute pussy don't I? Freshly trimmed in the shower this morning, all smooth and pink. Do you like how my inner lips protrude from my puffy labia? I bet you wish it were just you and I on this tram, ummm?

I glance up at you again. What are you thinking?

Knowing you are staring at my shaved pussy in the middle of the rush hour is such a turn on. I just know how much you want to taste me, to part my moist petals with your tongue. You just know I'm going to be so sweet down there. Oh my, I'm so bad! I'm starting to tingle. I so want to touch myself, to show you just how wet I am. Now I wish we were alone. I would have your face between my legs in a heartbeat. Just you, me and an unsuspecting tram driver, as your tongue enters my velvet and you eat my hot slutty cunt.

But it's nearly my stop. That was quick.

I smile modestly, straightening what little there is of my skirt.

Now to face the music. I'll probably get sent home.

See you tomorrow. Maybe