You're on the way home from the bar, waiting on the last bus home with your mates. All of you are dressed slutty, but you're the biggest girl out of all your friends. Everyone jokes about how big your tits are, a huge kk cup. Regardless of their size, you still wear a dress that has no straps,and you're constantly pulling it up, making your breasts jiggle. The skirt of your dress constantly wants to just slip over your arse. It's so short you can't bend over without giving everyone a good look at the fact you don't have any underwear on, to help give yourself an extra bounce. It's as if your arse and your belly are in competition for which can wobble the most.

I'm sat at the stop when you and your friends get here. I can't help but here you all being a bit loud, even over my music. I keep looking your way, scanning all your friends. They're all too thin for me, but I stop on you and I'm transfixed. You're there, body jiggling. I see you've done your makeup heavily, with contouring and bright red lips. I dream about that lipstick being smeared down my shaft.

You see me looking, and pull your dress up a bit to show off some ass. Then turn slightly to give me a wink. Turning sideways, you give the top of your dress a very firm pull up to make your tits bounce, just so I can see it. You see me be a bit awkward and as if I don't know what to do with myself.

You ask me if I've had a good night, and how I'm going home on my own. I tell you i'm not the kind to go out and get lucky on an evening. You say that's a shame and that someone should make me feel lucky. You then come and sit next to me. Pushing yourself forward so your boobs stretch the top down a little, you ask me if I want to sit with you on the bus. I say that would be nice. On this point you start kissing me, rubbing my thigh, and placing my hand on yours.

When the bus comes, we all get on. You sit next to me, and commence to carry on with the kissing and mild groping. You ask me to go home with you, and at this point nothing could make me say no. We're both extremely turned on by this point and in dire need to feel each other. We get off at your stop and you instantly pull me onto your lips. We walk the short distance to yours, unable to stop ourselves from kissing, you sliding my hand up your dress while rubbing my crotch.

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