The wholesome girl-next-door type

The woman in front of Emma couldn't be much older than Emma herself, and of similar height. Feeling the press of a body against her rear, the girl turned. Seeing Emma though, her preemptive glare faded, smiling at Emma's mumbled apology.

As she turned away again, Emma studied her. Jeans encased long legs and a tight ass, before a t-shirt hugged her young curves, showing off her pert and moderately sized tits. Sandy brown hair tumbled down her back, the soft and slightly tanned skin of her neck visible as the bus rocked.

Lust pounded in Emma's ears and she realised she had unconsciously gripped her new shaft through her skirt. Her fingers worked desperately but discreetly, jerking herself whilst she looked at the tantalising morsel in front of her. Images bombarded her mind - of plundering the innocent seeming lips, of pinning this typical girl next door beneath Emma and sinking the hungry meat into her.