Work Bus Boobies 3

He slammed deep and unloaded. Emily’s knees gave out and she dropped to the floor of the bus. The other two followed a second later, stripes of cum landing across her tongue and cheeks as she held her mouth open.

“Damn, that’s right, you fucking slut.”

Emily lifted her head and looked at the three of them...

“What are you looking at, weirdo?”

The sharp voice cut through everything. A man near the front of the bus blinked hard. The entire scene collapsed. No one was touching Emily. No one was naked. She stood in the aisle with her blouse still slightly open from the earlier run, staring straight at him with open irritation.

He had been staring. The whole fantasy had played out in his head while he watched her.

“Oh.”

Emily rolled her eyes, tugged her skirt down, and stepped off the bus at the next stop. The doors closed behind her.

The man let out a long breath and sank back into his seat. The images still felt too real. He hoped, stupidly, that some version of it might happen one day.

...

Emily ran straight from the bus stop to the supermarket. It was her first day and she was already late.

She pushed through the doors and spotted a girl behind the counter.

“Sorry...I’m late. I’m Emily, the new girl.”

The girl looked up with clear relief. “Finally. You can take over. The boss isn’t here yet either...he’s running late too. Just put this on and stay at the register.”

She handed Emily a store shirt and walked out without another word.

Emily pulled the shirt on over her blouse and tugged at the front, trying to cover more of her chest. Footsteps approached the counter.

“Hello there. How may I help you?” she said, eyes still half-closed while she finished adjusting the fabric.

When she looked up, her eyes went wide. It was the same man who had been staring at her on the bus. His expression showed the same jolt of recognition.

“You… what are you doing here?” she asked, voice sharp.

“I own this place,” he answered.

Emily burst out laughing. The sound was sharp and sudden, spilling out before she could stop it. The idea seemed ridiculous to her...this quiet guy from the bus owning the whole store.

“Yeah right. Why would a dork like you be owning this place?”

The girl who had handed her the shirt earlier hurried back in. “Hey, I forgot my phone.” She stopped short the moment she saw the man and straightened up.

“Oh, hello sir.”

“Hello, Ava.”

He responded 

Ava glanced between them. “I see you’ve met our new employee, Emily. Emily, this is our boss.”

“Boss?!” Emily’s voice jumped. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t know…”

“Yeah, now you do. Anyway, I gotta go. Bye.” Ava grabbed her phone and left them alone.

Emily managed a tight, nervous smile. “Oh… I didn’t…”

Before she could finish, he turned and walked into his office without another word.

The second the door closed she pressed both hands to her head. “Fuck no. I can’t believe I just did that to my boss. I’m so in trouble.” She stared at the closed door. “I wonder what he thinks of me now.”

What kind of boss rode public transport anyway? How was she supposed to know?

...

His office 

He stepped into his office and shut the door.

“Fuck…”

Of course she worked for him. The same girl he had spent the entire bus ride inventing a detailed fantasy about. Now she was standing behind his counter in a store shirt.

His mind went straight back to the images he had built. The way her blouse had clung after the run, the clear shape of her breasts, full and heavy, nipples pressing against the thin fabric. The short skirt that kept riding higher with every step, showing the smooth line of her thighs and the curve of her ass each time she moved.

 He had pictured those same breasts filling his hands, that same ass pressing down against him. The memory hit hard enough that his cock twitched in his trousers.

“Damn. I hope I don’t see her again until she leaves.”

He pressed a hand against his dick, trying to will the reaction down. Then he remembered the inventory checks still waiting. He couldn’t stay hidden in the office all day.

“I’ll just ignore her while I do it.”

He shrugged off his jacket, opened the door, and stepped back onto the floor. The counter was empty.

“I wonder where she went…” She wasn’t supposed to leave the register unattended.

He turned and walked straight into someone. Soft impact. The bounce of her chest against him registered before he even looked up.

“Oh.”

It was Emily

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there, sir.” Emily bowed quickly. Each dip made her cleavage shift under the open neckline of the store shirt.

“It’s okay…” he muttered, forcing his eyes away from the view.

He turned and headed for the nearest aisle with the inventory book in hand. A few seconds later she followed him.

“I still want to apologize for what I said earlier.”

“It’s really okay, Emily. You didn’t know. Stop apologizing.”

“So you forgive me?” She looked up with a small, hopeful smile.

“Yes. Now go back to the counter.”

“Oh, yay!” She grabbed his arm in excitement. The motion pressed her chest against him. He felt the soft weight of her breasts and sucked in a short breath. Looking down only made it worse...the pressure made them look even fuller.

“Yes… sure.” He pulled his arm free before the contact could last any longer. “Now get back to work.”

She beamed and hurried off. He watched the sway of her hips and the bounce of her ass as she walked away. The sight left him harder than before.

“Fucking hell.”

He angled his body to hide the obvious strain in his trousers and walked straight back to his office. Her image stayed clear in his mind.

“She’s so sexy,” he muttered once the door was closed. He needed something...anything...to pull his thoughts somewhere else.

He pulled out his phone and started scrolling. One app after another. Anything to push Emily out of his head. It wasn’t working.

When he opened I*******m, a suggested account appeared in the reels feed: Emilyishere. He paused. It couldn’t be the same person. He tapped it anyway.

It was her. The photos looked polished and deliberate...selfies, outdoor shots, and several in a small bikini. The bikini ones stood out. The thin fabric stretched tight across her full breasts, the hard points of her nipples clearly visible through the material. The bottoms sat low on her hips, leaving most of her curves on display. The pictures didn’t look like typical model shots. They felt more personal, like she was putting herself out there on purpose.

He read the bio: Sneak peak of the real me…

A link sat underneath. He clicked it and froze. The page loaded to an OnlyFans profile. The main photo showed her covering her large breasts with her hands, tongue out, looking straight at the camera.

“No way…”

“What the fuck,” he whispered.

Most of the content was locked. A banner asked for a $35 monthly subscription.

"Why not"

 He stared at the button for a second, then pressed it and completed the payment.

The feed opened at once. Explicit photos and short videos filled the screen. In one set she posed on a bed with nothing on, hands cupping her breasts, legs parted just enough to show everything. Another series captured her from behind, bent forward, looking back over her shoulder. There were close-ups of her wet fingers trailing between her legs, and videos where she spoke to the camera while touching herself, her expression shifting from teasing to focused pleasure. Every image and clip was clear, well-lit, and unmistakably her.

“Fuck…”

He was hard almost instantly. Nothing about the quiet girl at the counter had prepared him for the content on her page. He freed his cock and started stroking, eyes locked on the screen.

“Hmmm… yeah.”

A new ad appeared at the top of the feed: Request a private video call with me. You don’t have to show your face. I just need to see your cock.

He hesitated. There was no chance she would accept right now. Not while she was working. Unless the money was high enough.

He typed in an offer of eight hundred dollars for six minutes and hit request.

At the counter, Emily scrolled through her phone with a quiet sigh. The store was empty. No customers in sight.

A notification popped up. An anonymous user was offering eight hundred dollars for a six-minute video call.

“Damn. Eight hundred dollars.” She glanced around the quiet floor. No one was coming. She slipped down behind the counter, out of easy view, and accepted the call.

The screen lit up. A man’s covered face appeared for a second before the camera angled down to his exposed cock.

“Oh, hello there,” she said. “You were a good boy requesting a video call from me.”

She set her phone down at a careful angle, then unbuttoned her blouse. Her bare breasts spilled free. She cupped them and gave them a slow shake for the camera while the man on the other end started stroking faster.

Emily’s fingers found her nipples and pinched. A soft moan slipped out. She was already wet.