"Awesome tits," he enthused, pleasing her. "Hey, lift the skirt, will you?"
With a saucy wink and some dramatic posing, Bria half-turned to him, lifting the pink mini to reveal one deliciously firm butt-cheek. For effect she slapped it. She rotated, lifting up the other side too, giving that a slap as well. Finally, she turned, swaying her hips as she pulled up the skirt slowly.
Her photographer groaned, mock-rubbing his crotch. "Damn I'd love to stuff that. Your ass is so tight. I bet your cunt is too."
Bria colored a little at his directness, but she knew she looked awesome.
He looked over his shoulder at the bus and said, "Hey, put on your shirt."
Bria frowned. Guys never asked her to put on clothes, only to take them off. Didn't he like what he was seeing? She looked down at herself, holding her skirt up to her waist, and wondered what he didn't like.
"Come on girl, I'll pay your fare if you do."
Bria shrugged, a little bothered by the snub, but pulled the top back on.
A sly grin crossed his thin face as he held the camera at the ready. "Now take off the bikini from under your clothes, toss it on the bench."
Bria's lips formed an 'O', and a naughty smile crossed her lips. "You devil," she murmured, and he grinned at her.
"Nothing says naughty... hell, nothing says sexy, like a bitch leaving the goods available," he laughed, and she laughed with him, trying her best to be provocative as she removed the bikini that served as her undergarments.
Doing her provocative best to look hot and sexy she wriggled her way out of her undergarments, tossing them atop the bench with her purse.
"Hey hey, bend over like you're showing the driver the goods," he said as the bus stopped, the doorway opening behind her.
With a laugh, and a glance at the bus, she decided that no one could see anything if she did. The steps led up, and the bus was a little dark, so surely they couldn't see.
Of course, she forgot that the bus might be dark, but she was outside where it was bright. Plus, her skirt was short and the driver on the other side of the bus. He saw everything about her nearly bare cunt, and was clearly torn between ordering them on or continuing to ogle her. The black guy photographed his face as well as Bria, both from a distance, capturing her arched back and the look that said she clearly knew what she was doing, as well as a close-up of the cleavage she was displaying.
"Get on or get off!" he barked finally, albeit in a half-hearted tone.
Bria mock-pouted, but retreated before her photographer. She minced up the stairs, pausing to put her hands atop her head, legs spread and chest out for one final, dramatic, picture. The camera caught it all, and by kneeling down he could clearly get pics of the underside of her boobs, though her cunt was in shadows. She turned, and he photographed the bottom halves of her tight glutes, which were clearly visible from his down-low angle.
Pausing his photographs he came up to Bria, putting a hand low on her stomach as he reached around her to put money in the paybox. Bria closed her eyes and purred as heat spread from his hand down to her now-moist sex.
Her companion put his other hand on her butt, squeezing it as he pushed her forward. "Gotta stand behind the line, he murmured, hand trailing up to just shy of her breasts. Putting the camera in of them he took a picture, capturing the two with his hand just short of groping her, his lips turned toward her neck while her eyes stared eagerly at the camera. Her breathing sped up at the contact, or maybe because of the camera.
Guided by a hand back on her ass, the other dropping to her waist, the two went to the back of the bus. A couple of steps led up, designed to give room to the engine and tires below them while keeping the rest of the bus lower and more accessible to the handicapped and elderly. Bria was stopped and perched on the edge of the first seat as the bus started to move again.
Her friend stooped to take some nice pictures.
From the corner of her eye she saw the bus bench being left behind, along with her bikini and purse.
"Stop!" she cried out, standing up with legs spread for balance. |