Camille waited for her husband to go to work then set out of their upscale house in black yoga pants and a pink camisole, her dark hair up in a bun. She wore no bra, she hadn’t gotten a lift for nothing, and her large tits bounced as she walked to the car David had bought her for their anniversary.
Camille drove at a leisurely pace, bopping her head to her radio and looking at people on the sidewalks. She drove by the park, where she frequently hunted, and saw a young man standing in the partially enclosed bus stop. He was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college, and didn’t look the “popular type”. He had curly hair and wore khakis with a polo top. Thick glasses rested on his face. Camille grinned as she drove past then stopped a little further up the road.
As she approached the bus station, the boy had his back to her, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone. Camille carefully snuck up then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her.
“What the!” the geeky boy dropped his phone with a start.