Not this time ...

Gina sat out the remainder of her ride, relishing in the post orgasmic euphoria that had enveloped her. Her unknown lovers had already disembarked at a previous stop, casually wishing her a good day, along with a wish to see her again sometime soon. The myriad of emotions coursing through her were confusing and exhilarating at the same time. All the attention that had been bestowed upon her recently had definitely lifted her spirits.

Gina was no longer languishing in the melancholic blues of her broken relationship. She felt appreciated and wanted. It felt great that there were people out in the real world that found her attractive. Deep down, she knew that her shattered sexual inhibitions played an integral part in her transformed state of mind. But there was no denying the high she floated upon. Gina did what felt necessary and natural; she buried the thoughts that she was turning into a slut and convinced herself that she was living and enjoying what life had to offer. If Gina had to sacrifice her morals in order to live, she might as well have fun doing it! After all, it was only harmless sex, she further convinced herself!

The activities at the restaurant additionally promoted those feelings for Gina. After arriving, Gina went straight to the restroom, cleaning herself up from her early morning encounters, making herself as presentable as possible. Following Mr. Cohen?s specific direction, Gina found the lack of panties and a bra quite challenging, increasingly aware of every waft of air between her legs, her nipples seemingly constantly erect. That effect wasn?t missed by her customers either.

Gina was painfully aware of the stares she received, all eyes focused on the protruding peaks poking through the thin, crisp white blouse of her uniform. Gina also found herself taking **** precautions every time she retrieved a plate, or a pie from the bottom shelf. The worst was when she had to retrieve something from the freezer, the ice cold chill sent through her pussy, cooling her from the inside out. Even more embarrassing was how wet her pussy became when she thawed out. Despite the noticeable increase in the number of hands that seemed to accidentally brush against her, Gina ended her shift with a significant increase in tips than she had been accustomed to.

Standing at the bus stop, Gina began to question her conservative past. How much had she been missing out on? How much had she forsaken in the hopes of fairytale images? She had a wad of cash stuffed into her waitress skirt, the cool early evening air wafting between her legs sent a pleasurable chill up her spine, put a smile on her face, and made her hold her head high, and shoulders back, all of which succeeded in thrusting her ample breasts forward in an inviting fashion, her nipples clearly showing her arousal.

She found herself looking at the males that passed by in a different light. Her eyes repeatedly drifted to their crotches, silently wondering how endowed each one was. Naked images filled her mind as her lips curled upwards at the corners. Gina was genuinely happier than she had been for the last three months.

The bus stopped in front of Gina, and she stepped inside, holding her breath as she peered over the passengers already seated. Would she have an equally exciting ride home, she wondered?