She misses the bus

The bus driver can hardly believe it. A pretty blonde runs to get to the stop, a student he thought was wise. But, like most men sitting or standing on the bus, he can easily see the generous breasts swaying in all directions as she approaches, gasping for air.

The driver could not wait for her, however, being already late on his journey and unable to afford another reprimand from the dispatcher. He sighs as the girl slows down in her mirror, realizing that she missed her bus.

"Shit," Suzanne says as she stops her run, "I'm gonna be late for school again!"

Behind her, a car slows down, the driver rolling down the passenger side window as he arrives at her level.

"Need help ?"

Suzanne turns to the man, about fifty, who is smiling at her.

"I just missed my bus ... I have to go to school ..."

She leans out of the window, pouting, oblivious that her generous breasts, without the support of a bra, are highlighted in the indentation of her blouse.

"I ... get on board, I'll help you," he manages to say.

"Oh thank you !"

She gets into the car, her skirt pulling up high over her thighs as she sits up, but she doesn't mind, placing her bag between her legs on the floor, forcing her to keep her legs apart.

"What's your name ?"

"Suzanne, but I like to be called Suzie," she says, holding her breath after her long run.

"Which school are you going to, Suzie?"

"École St-Bartolomew ..."

"It's a Catholic school, isn't it?"

"Yes mister..."

"Smith ... call me mister Smith"

"Mr. Smith," she repeats in a monotonous voice.

He looks at her, taken aback.

"There are always plenty of good girls in Catholic schools… are you a good girl?"

"Oh yes I'm a good girl!"

He smiles a little more before turning to her.

"I don't believe you ... good girls, when they have a lift, they immediately offer compensation. You didn't offer me anything ..."

She lowers her head.

"I ... I'm sorry ... I have nothing to offer you ... I don't really have any money ..."

He strokes her neck.

"It's okay, I didn't want any money ..."

He lowers his hand to the bare thigh, the blonde making no move to restrain him, her breath a little short.

"You have a lot to offer ..."