It takes my vision a while to adjust and I can only feel when she settles back down next to me. I anticipate every cycle, which builds in tension as I wish for a push from the bus, until the release of each sway translating into a touch between our legs. Over this I can still make out the presence of others. Glimpsing my watch, it’s half midnight. I wait. My heart pounds furiously in my chest and I feel my cock flex involuntarily through the tension. By the time the last digit, my thumb, follows the crowd; my little-finger and ring-finger have extended into the space between her legs, about midway between the back of her knees and her crotch. The urgent swelling in my shorts demands attention but I disregard it, withdrawing into my mind to ponder over what just fucking happened.
