You weren’t supposed to see this. A woman with long dark hair and curves that fill out her dress sits down next to him on the bus, close enough for her thigh to brush against his. She pretends not to notice when he shifts closer—just another passenger in broad daylight—but then she turns slightly, giving him a glimpse of cleavage through the fabric. He can’t resist anymore; his hand slides up under her skirt while she ‘accidentally’ leans into him like it’s an invitation no one else is meant to witness. Fingers disappear between thick thighs before they’re both standing by the aisle poles, panties discarded somewhere near the seats.
