I stepped awkwardly into the bus, my heels catching slightly on the patterned rubber mats on the stairs. Grabbing the handrail, I was glad for the mask so the driver wouldn't be able to make out my annoyed embarrassment quite so easily.
"Hi," I asked, "Ah, how much?" It had been years since I rode a bus and I was not sure what the fares were anymore.
"Three dollars, ma'am," he said, obviously amused.
I dug into my purse and luckily, I had some change from my coffee earlier today, so I was able to scrape up enough to cover the cost. With a forced smile, wasted at the moment, I dropped the change in the till and turned to walk toward the back.
It had already been a long day. I had lent my car to my sister so she could run some errands around town. Of course, I knew I shouldn't have counted on Rebecca being back on time and I had completely forgotten about my appointment for the end of the day. Not that I was overly looking forward to it, to be honest.
I work at one of the local law firms and things have been pretty intense the last few months with lots of actions being filed and new clients coming in. I'd been picking up quite a few of the files and the pressure was starting to show. Finally, after one rather spectacular, so I was told, meeting the senior partner suggested I attend a couple sessions with a therapist we had on retainer.
Walking toward the back of the bus had done nothing to improve my mood. The bus was hot and muggy as the air outside and the mask made things even more stifling. I was dressed in a shorter skirt and a light sleeveless blouse, my light brown hair brushed back over my shoulders. I had to admit the top probably wasn't exactly appropriate for a meeting with a therapist and the looks from the other occupants of the crowded bus was more than supporting the idea.
I hated to admit it, but I was secretly enjoying a few of the looks as it was. I had a lot on my mind lately and it had been some time since I had any chance for my usual stress relief. I always had a bit of a subtle exhibitionist streak, but never really played it up these days and always in tightly controlled situations. Walking to the middle of the bus I realized I was more in the wild than I had been in years and wasn't too sure how I was feeling about it.
The bus was already fairly crowded with all the seats taken and no one was looking eager to give up their seats to the pretty woman. Feeling a bit put out I held on to one of the vertical bars near the rear door, standing along a bench and behind another seat. Glancing at the window across from me I noticed a few of the older guys looking me over, feeling a nervous pressure in my chest as I watched them back.
As the bus started moving, I noticed with the stuttering motion that my breasts, with the light top, were swaying a bit more than I had realized. I had one arm holding at head level, with my other holding my bag so there was no way I could subtly cover myself. And I wasn't sure I wanted to.
I gripped the bar tightly as the bus slowed at its next stop, pulling me off balance a bit. I glanced down at the older gentleman beside me, probably late fifties, as I stumbled but he didn't meet my gaze. With the position we were in he had a pretty nice side view of my ass in the tight skirt with bare legs, so I suppose it made sense he didn't want to get up. I could feel his eyes, and those of a few others near-by watch my awkward stumble, the feeling of excited pressure growing stronger.
With the next few stops a lot more people got on and I found myself pushed toward the seat more, gripping the bar tightly in the press. I had ended up turning my back to the man in the seat, concentrating more on keeping my balance and watching for a barely remembered stop. The air was close, the feeling of bodies pressed against me strangely exciting as I breathed heavily behind my mask.
