Life as a good little girl/Pull up your skirt so that the driver - and the very crowded bus - can see your sex
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(Created page with '"Show him some leg," Tiffany whispers in your ear, her mouth so tantilizingly close to your skin. As if ordered your hand lifts the short hem up toward your waist as your mouth …')
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"Show him some leg," Tiffany whispers in your ear, her mouth so tantilizingly close to your skin.
As if ordered your hand lifts the short hem up toward your waist as your mouth smiles and your eyelids dreamily slide down in pleasure at her proximity.
You stand like that without a care in the world, losing track of the world around you.
With Tiffany's breath hot on your neck your surroundings are like a dream. The driver staring at your bare young pussy with his eyes bulging: the crowd of people at the front of the bus staring at your sex that is completely, shamelessly on display: phones make clicking and whirring sounds.
"Slut!" various voices say, some condemning, others lewd, but you only hear it said by Tiffany.
“You can probably stop flashing the whole bus now," she giggles, pushing you forward as she helpfully reaches around you to where your skirt's zipper barely clings together. Unfortunately, her touch is enough to dislodge the zipper, and the two ends swing away from your body, leaving both front and back completely exposed.
Unaware of your dilemma, Tiffany grabs one of your hands to pull you forward. Normally you'd welcome her touch, but just one hand isn't enough to wrap the miniskirt back around your waist.
"Shameless! Slut! Whore!" your fellow passengers whisper and hiss, accompanied by the endless clicking of phones.
“God you're so brave," Tiffany praises, making you glow inside in spite of your mortification. "I can't believe you're flashing your tits!"
"Wha...?" you look down quickly, realizing that your top has slid down again, baring your nipples and breasts to anyone looking. And everyone seems to be looking. Your fingers loosen on your wayward skirt, instinct telling them to adjust your top.
In your moment of crisis Tiffany tugs you forward again.
"Wow, it sure is crowded today. Here is good," she says, giving you one last tug that sends you forward and in front of her, off balance.
Life as a good little girl/And right into the middle of the five guys you teased yesterday
