She was so fucking beautiful. I craved the innermost parts of her body the moment I laid eyes on her. She sat in the row right next to me as I sat across the seats with my legs up facing her. I quickly went back to looking at my phone to avoid staring at her like a creep. Her presence, however, distracted the hell out of me. I kept finding myself watching her do mundane things like check her makeup or clean her glasses. Her smooth ebony skin glowed every time the sun shined through the window. I couldn't help stealing glimpses of her full breasts bouncing every time the bus went over a bump in the road. Her voluminous and long curly hair partially covered her cleavage and huge mounds, but I could tell she had on as little clothing as she could get away with in public.
She had her long sexy legs crossed and I could see her perfectly manicured toes encased in high heels. Her black leather skirt was so short, yet the narrow slit on the side was high enough the I could see her pelvic bone. My mouth watered thinking of how close the treat my tongue wanted was. I desperately wanted to rip her skirt and let my tongue wander to lower lips. I wondered if she had on panties or if she just liked being exposed to me. My eyes continued up the trail I'd fantasize about licking. My gaze slowly drifted up to admire her amazing breasts when I noticed HER BARE NIPPLES WERE SHOWING THROUGH HER SHEER SHIRT.
I instantly imagined the feeling of her nipples poking my tongue as I lick them like melted ice cream. I quickly turned away, my heart racing as if I had been doing something wrong. Blood rushed simultaneously to my cheeks and my dick. I decided to take another peek just to make sure I was actually seeing what I thought. As I slowly looked over, I noticed the little black heart pasties had drifted from its target. Both of her dark brown nipples were exposed through her very light pink top. Her seemingly D cup boobs had dark dollar coin size areolas with nipples that were so hard bursting through her skin tight top. Shame came across me as my mouth watered and my dick twitched. I looked around to see if anyone else noticed, but the only other two passengers were preoccupied.
As I was stuck in my trance, I hadn't noticed my stop was coming up and I hadn't stopped the bus. Crazy enough, she pulled the lever, signaling she was ready to exit. I couldn't let her out into the public like that. I couldn't let anyone see my dream woman in that state. I decided to become her protector.
"Um excuse me... *clears throat * Excuse Me".
"Oh! Sorry, were you talking to me? I couldn't hear you over my music," she said with a smile.
I still couldn't figure out how to say it without being so crude.
"I just wanted to let you know that your um...boobs..." I pointed towards her breasts while turning away slightly.
She quickly covered her beautiful nipples, both to my delight and disappointment. She started panicking, as she didn't have a jacket to cover herself up. I reached over to lend her my work jacket and she gladly accepts.
"Omg thank you. I can't believe I trusted these little stickers. I'm so dumb," she pouted.
"No! You don't look dumb! Those things are clearly defective! You deserve your money back," I joked.
She laughed back and her smile made my heart flutter a little. But her nervous laughter was short lived, as she was seemingly still embarrassed about the exposure to a stranger. I wanted to make her feel better no matter what.
"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed! Accidents happen! And you can keep the jacket! Don't worry about it!" I said, flashing a smile and thinking my hand through my hair.
"Well we're both getting off. My friend's building is nearby. Were you heading this way?" She asked, pointing the opposite direction. But I would've done anything to have a shot with her.
"Yeah! Crazy coincidence..." I smiled back to her.
As we started walking, I noticed how good she looked in my jacket. Even with it zipped all the way to the top, you could tell she had a tight but curvy body in a small petite frame. I realized how conventionally good looking we'd look as a couple. I was a young white man in my twenties, tall with an athletic build earned by playing basketball throughout college. I was handsome in a way that I only ever had to smile at a woman to get her panties off. I was on my way home from an overnight modeling gig when I met my dream woman this morning. My mind drifted to what we'd look like naked together...
"Can I tell you something embarrassing?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, of course," I replied.
"Well, I actually wasn't that embarrassed that you saw me a little bit. I was worried whoever would've seen them wouldn't like them," she said sheepishly.
