I hopped on the L2 bus, the usual bus that most people take to traverse the city. Usually it's pretty quite since there's a lot of busses on this route. As I stand in the middle of the bus holding onto some hanging railing, I notice we take a stop at the local waterpark. Again, usually more people get off then on at this stop. But my heart stops when I realize just how many people are waiting at the bus stop. It's clear to me now that there must have been some sort of school carnival going on, as the bus stop is lined by a seeming endless line of kids. I peer out my window and roll my eyes. Oh great.
The bus stops and soon enough teachers begin to let in hordes and hordes of kids. I'm forced to stand near a doorway as ten, twenty, thirty kids all stream in. The humidity in the bus immediately drops, alongside a wave of chlorine that buries into my nostril. The bus floor gets wet with the droplets of wet hair and damp towels hugging them. To their credit, most are dressed fairly appropriately, with rash guards and towels. Even the girls have the decency to mostly wear one pieces and a shirt over that.
But then I notice this one girl stepping near me, the floor squeaking at the sound of her rubber sandals. Trailing up her legs I notice she doesn't have a towel wrapped around her. Her thighs are thin and shapely, her lines pulling my eyes upwards where I'm teased by high cut sweatshorts, probably covering a bikini beneath. At least her mid drift is exposed for my pleasure, her tummy flat and pale, leading up to a surprising green two piece bikini. She was short and timidly built, one would suspect she's in Year 7, though her resting expression says otherwise. But her tits are the flat cone shape typed of an underdeveloped teen undergoing puberty.
She probably thinks she's the hottest shit, not even bothering to put on a shirt even after the party. Just having her dangling tits exceptionally sag as they lack any real mass and thus protrudes like hill mounds rather than sit and rest like actual adult peaks. As more and more people cram in, she's pushed in front of me sitting in the gap where the door is. Behind me and all sides I'm flanked by rows and rows of bags and kids who have had their back turned against me. The girl has her own bag and sets it down, retrieving a phone. I look at her back, down at her ass cheeks which have been hugged tightly by the fabric of her shorts.
I can smell the chlorine which is dropping off of her still wet hair.