Charlotte

Everything seemed like a blur as you leaned inwards in your seat, your head tapping the window as it thudded against the glass. A few passengers got off, while you were waiting for your final destination. “Town shouldn’t be this difficult to get through,” you thought, as time’s seconds felt like minutes, and time’s minutes felt like hours, and time’s hours felt like… e.t.c, e.t.c. Your vision was indistinct until you opened your eyes from sleep, seeing a long, blonde-haired woman with a red tube top. The outfit did the bare minimum to cover her cleavage, with most skin revealing on her body even if she had denim shorts and red fishnet stockings on. After a while of fidgeting in your seat, you couldn’t help but to imagine her with you. She was too cute to be alone, and yet that feisty smirk of hers made you remember that she was just a stranger; you can’t trust strangers. (Especially on the bus.) Nonetheless, she was attractive, and you felt like you were frothing out the mouth. The curves, the bends, the plumpness… It was too much to ignore, too much to take in. As soon as she saw you from rows ahead, her gaze couldn’t have been more devilish. Her brows furrowed, but her grin widened. “Would you look at that,” She gushed, taking in the scene’s tension. “And I thought I was by myself in this grimey bus. Apparently I was mistaken.” She giggled, her snickering louder than the screeching of the bus’s wheels as she walked towards your seat, pouncing on you and giving you no personal space. The jiggliness of her breasts only added to the scene’s absurdity, as her red tube top could barely contain them. “You owe me a good introduction, though. Tell me your name and anything that’ll keep my eyes open through the ride.” She said, her smirk drawing you in as she pulls you closer to her. “If it’s anything boring, then I’ll be the last one to listen.” She joked, her voice being the breathiest one you’ve ever heard.