Board the bus.

It doesn't take a long wait at the stop for the bus to arrive. You walk up the steps and withdraw your bus pass, and scan it through the slot up front. The driver gives a double-take when he spots you, probably not expecting such a babe to walk by. You notice him checking you out as you move farther into the bus, and about halfway through, you grab onto one of the bars instead of sitting. Most of the seats are already taken, and the ride itself only takes maybe ten minutes at the most. You can handle a bit of standing.

The bus begins moving again. Behind you is a short old man sitting down, and his gaze moves all over your body. You pretend not to notice. Might as well let him enjoy the ride.

As the poor shocks of the old bus rattle over the bumps and holes along the road, your body bounces, and without a bra you can really feel it. Your tits move with each bumping of the bus, but you pretend not to notice. You just lean back against the pole almost like a dancer posing, standing with elegance, all while your form is ogled by many.

As said, he isn't the only one checking you out. You're definitely the prettiest woman in the bus, so several glances fall in your direction. You see a couple young guys whispering to each other and smiling at you, elbowing one another. A few boys peak up from their phones occasionally to get a good look--a couple girls too. It's like being a model.

You turn around and press up against the bar to look out the window. The folk that could see your front would get a fantastic view of the bar being sandwiched between your breasts, and it isn't like you're doing it by accident. The way you grip the pole, and how you pose... Really, you're just resting as you gaze upon cars whizzing by of course. Though without a bra, you feel like the closest old man can easily see the tips of your breasts poking against the thin fabric from beneath, especially with them being pressed together against the metal. They really are just right there, but he knows he can't just reach and grab them.

He just raises his eyebrows and takes in the view.

Finally, the bus comes up on your stop. You pull the wire, the bell dings, and after a few moments, you're making your way off. With a smiling glance, you thank the driver, and step onto the sidewalk just outside of the Walmart parking lot. It's time for yet another shift.