The Buxom Brunette

You walk to the back of the bus and grab the pole closet to the buxom brunette, which is situated right next to her. You have a brief look at her curves, with her nice ass, and big tits before you are interrupted. She smiles shyly and whispers "hey"

She knows me? How would I know her? You immediately think. She's not a coworker, she's-wait a minute- it's Emily!

"Hey, Emily."
You say with a smile and a nod.

Of course, it's Emily, I can't believe I forgot her. She lives in the apartment above me with her five year old son, Michael. I always see them, when I board the bus for work at 7 am. I have never seen her on the bus at this hour.

Those thoughts quickly vanish as a bump in the road causes you to stumble, face first right into her breasts.

"You clumsy oaf!" She says giggling while helping you back to your feet. Both of you are blushing intensely and smiling.

After a minute, when both you gain composure, the bus makes a stop and two people stand up to leave, freeing two seats next to both you.