Take the bus downtown

The subway probably would have been fastest, while the car would have given the most freedom. But I didn't want fast or freedom, I wanted witnesses and opportunities, and the bus would give those. Besides, the bus stop was just around the corner.

I spent the block practicing, trying out prancing and strutting and finally sashaying. It might sound silly, but I wasn't really used to any of those; most of the time I'm normal and kind of boring, so today was a day to try new things.

As I arrived at the bus stop I could see there were already a few people waiting - an old woman of, like, forty-something, and two guys around my age who immediately caught my attention, just like I had caught theirs.

Playing it cool I pretended not to notice them as I studied the bus schedule, leaning a little forward so that my skirt would ride up a fraction. I could feel their eyes on me, examining my legs, my butt and my chest.

It was a little disappointing that the bus showed up just then, but that just meant more people to play with.

Getting on-board was a production in itself; I let the old lady go first to give the guys extra time to look. When she stopped to talk to the bus driver it gave me the perfect opportunity to place one leg up on the step, showcasing almost the entire length of my inner thigh for the incredulous boys.

I was placing bets with myself about whether they'd throw caution to the winds and blatantly lean in for a 'panty-shot', a move that would have been impossible for me to ignore. Just then the woman moved on.

I paused a moment, like I hadn't noticed, and stepped up to the driver, bending over to check out the prices on the coin box. Naturally this made my short skirt rise up, and I smiled when I realized I could see their reflections in the glass of the coin-box. They looked like siamese twins, joined at the neck as they slouched ridiculously low to get a look up my skirt.

One of them went so far as to pretend to tie his shoelaces. I thought it was hilarious - he almost looked like he kneeling in front of his buddy's crotch.

I was just about to straighten up and prevent him from seeing anything when I realized the driver was staring at me, and not in the usual impatient way, or even the disapproving way so many adults do. No, this old fart was staring down my top!

I'd deliberately left a few buttons undone so I'd be showing a little cleavage without entering full-blown 'slut' territory. But leaning over like had let gravity pull the top down, leaving the driver a clear view of my chest. Behind me the crouching boy said something excitedly. The words 'I can see' were the only ones I made out as the blood rushed to my face, my ears, and... other places.

It was one thing to have thought about showing off, to have intended to do so in some casual, controlled way but to actually be doing it now, like this, had me frozen like a deer in the headlights. Fortunately someone nearby broke the spell, loudly saying to 'get on or get out'.

I dragged out my student pass, waving it in front of my boobs before straightening up and moving inward. It felt like all of the blood had rushed to my face, and I ungracefully plopped myself down in the first available seat. I noticed the driver still looking at me and gave him a polite smile while I gathered my wits about me.