The bus was nearly empty The driver screamed something about a futa incident This time much closer a dark glint in his smile A wicked grin on his face The bus was a cage a private stage Her mind raced with thoughts of escape A strange heat spread through her A silent plea a shared secret He guided her hand to his hardness She felt a shiver of delight The bus still swaying with their rhythm Their bodies moved as one She gasped his name in pleasure He pulled out leaving her breathless She watched him go her body humming But the journey had just begun Already planning their next encounter A silent witness to their desires Her phone buzzed a message from him Her heart pounded with anticipation