Sitting on the bus, waiting to go, loading up my regulars, I carried on watching the display. I could feel my bladder filling nicely, and was looking forward to some wet fun as well. A schoolgirl walked past, uniform rules forgotten, in the heat of the day, tie removed, blouse partially undone, either unknowing or not caring that I could get an eyeful of small, unfettered, perfectly formed tit. A woman walked by leading two young children, the bag over her shoulder pulling her blouse apart. Images that I could use later that night.

Just before I was due to leave, I saw an angel. Tall, slim, graceful. The centre of male attention in her vicinity. Her chestnut hair cascaded around her shoulders. Tits barely hidden by an abbreviated, loose cheesecloth top. Her breasts were full, swaying as she moved, the upper slopes on display to all. Nipples obvious through the top, the colour of her areola visible through the thin material. The top stopped above the bottom of her rib cage, leaving a vast expanse of taut, bare belly above her low slung skirt. Covering about a third of her thighs, a light, pleated affair that would fly up at the slightest provocation. Outline of pants visible through it. Her long legs were bare, her feet sandalled. A small backpack in her hand. My cock was erect, tenting the front of my trousers as she stopped to check the destination of my bus. And then she was getting on. No make-up, no perfume. That top was so small, that the underside of her tits were just on display. Stretch marks on her belly? If so they were they were very faint. Her age? 22 maybe. Maybe 15. I couldn't tell. Her body said young. Her manner, her deportment, her attitude said older.

"How much to Romnal?" Her voice was as nice as the rest of her. No help with her age though. She must be able to see the tent in my trousers, the wet patch where my pre-cum was leaking. I would give anything for a woman like her. As I gave her the price, and issued the ticket, she extracted a purse from her bag, and payed me. I watched in the mirror as she went and sat down.

Time to go. I had to stop looking at the women, and start concentrating on getting this large vehicle out of a busy, tight market town at the end of market day, hopefully without hitting anything on the way. There were more pretty girls on the way out, but my concentration was now on the driving, my mind tucking the brief views away to wank over later. ......(cont)