Melissa tries to play it off, once again...

Melissa's vision was starting to get clearer, but this meant only that the blobs were becoming slightly sharper blobs. Figuring the size of the crowd, she turned towards the rear of the bus to not give them a view of her pussy. She still had no clue where her skirt went, but just like yesterday at Dr. Jorgensen's she played it off like it didn't bother her too much.

What did bother her too much, however, was the fact that she felt all of her butt touch the ridged floor, meaning that her shirt was too high up. Reaching down to pull it back down, she felt around for the hem for a good ten seconds, realizing to her horror that it was rolled up past her bellybutton. Oh god! How long had she been like this?

Quickly pulling everything back down, Melissa tugged at the hem to cover her pussy, to the point where the shirt almost started ripping. Not wanting to press her luck even further, Melissa sighed and just used her purse to cover her most intimate area, using the other hand to hold onto the strap. This meant that she had to abandon the search for the skirt, but she could only curse her luck at this point.

Meanwhile, the group had gotten on, and Melissa could tell that they froze and began talking to one another about her plump ass still completely exposed by her tight shirt. She could hear their camera shutters, and groaned at what they would do with the pictures.

Melissa never took the bus, so she didn't know where her stop was, but the intercom said, "Gardiner and Route 43 coming up. Gardiner and Route 43 coming up."

That sounded close enough to where she lived, so she felt around with her purse-carrying hand (incidentally flashing some more people her pussy) and pulled the cord to request the stop. The bus pulled over, and Melissa began the process of disembarking.