transit.

He always found the back of the bus more comfortable than the front, quieter, more isolated.

Perfect for when you need that time alone.

She got on the bus at the next stop, wandering down the aisle, looking for an empty seat. Not easy at 6pm on a Friday, everyone just dying to get home. The heat didn’t help either. 100 degrees and climbing.

Humid.

In a bus like this, inpatient, disgruntled people everywhere?

Hell.

Continuing past the middle aged office workers, the students heading back from uni, and the moms fighting losing battles with their kids, she headed towards the sanctity of the back.

He looked up as she passed, a pale, blonde haired girl, her pierced lip and choker catching his eye. His mind had been wandering all day, and it now found itself dancing around her presence. Averted his gaze as she looked around for a seat, although their eyes met when she scanned in his direction.

‘Back of the bus again, eh?, she remarked, smirking, as she settled in, choosing the seat in the corner.

Her warmth drew him in, out of his seat and over to her, stumbling as the bus pulled away from the stop. He almost fell over her as it lurched away, only managing to keep up with a hand on her chest and one on the handle of the seat, much to her amusement.

‘Sorry’ was instant, but as he noticed her reaction, his embarrassment turned to a relieving smile as he let himself fall over her into the corner window seat, settling in beside her.

She shifted closer, her sun dress riding higher as it caught in the seat; her lace panties becoming visible, albeit very briefly.

That widened his eyes, although he tried to remain casual, looking ahead as if to hide the fact he saw. Hands kept in his lap, his gaze then shifted, mindlessly, out the window

‘Been a while, hasn’t it?’, she asked, as she slid her hand across his leg

His mind began to process, quicker now as he was almost at a loss;

‘Yeah, it’s been a bit

She continued moving her hand across, looking over as their eyes met

‘How have things been with you?’, he inquired, trying to maintain composure

‘Good, good,’, but her mind had been tuned to a different frequency ever since his hand cupped her tit…

Sliding it down the inside of his thigh now, she smirked, gaze still fixed on him as she tried to coax out another side of him. She could already feel him under her touch…

He glanced down, then back to her,

‘Here? We’re-‘

‘In the back of the bus, nobodies here. You’ve talked about this for a while…’

She was right, they’d spilled countless secrets over Snapchat, fantasies and kinks revealed, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t into the moment…

Her hands teased over his leg, his cock hardening as they brushed over it. His mind was racing now as she caressed, from gentle brushing to full on stroking, her hand grasping him through his denim shorts. He looked around, expecting a disapproving glance or two, but all he saw were backs of heads, everyone looking ahead, just wanting to get home.

Each stop was an exercise in risk assessment, as with every new passenger came the chance someone would spot their naughty escapade. So far so good though, as they’d managed 3 stops without so much as a glance back at them.

Caught up in the moment, he looked back down to her, a quick hand having unbuttoned his shorts and was now sliding inside.

‘Guess we’re almost at our stop..’, she mentioned, now grabbing his cock firmly, jerking up and down

She continued this for a few minutes, working him well, varying her stroke as his breathing deepened. He was visibly affected now, leaning back in his seat, trying to stay as calm as possible. He knew any second he could cum.

She teased her hand along his boxers waistband, then slid inside, her touch finally finding skin…

just as the bus pulled into the terminal.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ma33d3/transit