Public Nudity/By Yourself
Ultimately, you decided to sit by yourself. As much fun as it is teasing your classmates, it can be a little risky. While the nerds would probably just stare at you, the jocks are more likely to let their hands wander, and the punks, well... let's just say that they have a bad reputation for a reason.
With how early it is and with so few students on the bus, nobody pays you much attention as you move to an empty seat near the back, save for one of the nerds named Jim. You're pretty sure he has a crush on you, what with all the times you've caught him staring at you from the corner of you eye only for him to quickly look away when you turn to face him, and you will admit that he's cute in a dorky way with his square-framed glasses and earnest nature. Today you catch him staring at you again, only this time he's too transfixed on your jiggling chest to realize you caught him. You give him a little wave and a smile, adding an extra bounce in your step for his pleasure, only for him to turn bright red and whip his head towards the window. You can't help but giggle at his reaction.
You make it to your seat without attraction any other attention, located near the back and well out of sight, with the only other nearby student being a punk buried in his cell phone. It's a slow ride for the most part, picking up a few more students on the back streets before moving on to a busy road to head for another neighborhood. You stop at a red turn signal and you look out the window, seeing a semi truck pulled up alongside the bus, the cab lined up perfectly with your seat.
You smile to yourself.
Time for some fun!
Checking to make sure your punk companion is still buried in his phone you move closer to the window and start waving at the truck. The driver, a burly man with a great big beard, takes a moment to notice you, and once he does you give him a cheerful smile and a more friendly wave. Having a pretty girl smile at him seems to immediately improve his mood as he goes from looking rather bored to smiling himself and giving a slight wave back.
Now that you got his attention, you grab the hemline of your tank top and yank it up to your chin, flashing him your perky C-cup boobs. You see him let our a laugh at your display, surprised yet clearly enjoying it. He turns away from your for a moment, and when he turns back there is another man, equally burly looking yet slightly younger, leaning forward to look your way.
You stifle a laugh to keep from alerting your classmates but keep your shirt pulled up, first giving your chest a little shimmy to shake your boobs, then cup your hands under them and give them a little bounce. The second man holds up a phone, clearly intending on taking a picture, so you give him a double peace sign and your best winning smile. No sooner does he give you a thumbs up dies the light turn green and the bus lurches forwards once more. You wave to the men as you leave, the two of them waving back with wide smiles on their faces.
Fixing your top you sit back normally in your seat, a giddy feeling rising within you. That's the first time you've deliberately exposed yourself to someone. Not any "accidents," not pretending to be unaware, but actual, deliberate exposure. Just thinking about it sends a pleasant tingle into your lower regions. Plus, you actually made them both happier, which makes you feel like you did a good deed today.
A giggle escapes your lips at that last thought.
Flashing my tits counts as a good deed. A win-win situation for everybody.
What next?