Sitting quietly on the city bus, her knees clasped together, her skirt riding up her thighs, she felt his eyes on her. Refusing to meet his gaze, she looked steadily out the window, not seeing the familiar landscape on the way to the university, and not noticing the flow of people getting on and off the bus. She felt his eyes on her, again and again, and knew that while he tried to focus on the road in front of him, his gaze kept drifting, inevitably, to her reflection in the rear-view mirror.
She knew what he saw. A young, 20-something woman, long dark hair, serious gray eyes, glasses, a short skirt and a tight sweater.
Waiting for what she knew to be a straight stretch of road, she slowly let her knees fall apart, slightly, enough for him to see, his attention now riveted on her, that she wore no panties, and that nothing, not even hair, covered her moist centre. She felt the bus jerk slightly as he glanced back at the road and pulled back into his own lane. She smiled. She pulled her knees tightly together and clasped her hands in her lap.
At the next stop, when the bus nearly emptied of its passengers and he was distracted, she moved to the seat directly behind him, where he could not see her. One more stop, she knew, and they would be alone. She waited. He stopped, and the remaining passengers disembarked. As he headed down the hill to the turn-around, she slipped from her seat and stood next to him. His eyes in the mirror were only a little startled, and his grip on the wheel never faltered. He smiled at her, and she grinned back.
He pulled the bus into its 'waiting' spot and shifted into park, then turned in his seat, and she stepped into the spot between his spread knees. Eye to eye, they looked at each other. He smelled her soft perfume. He reached up with one hand and ran his fingers lightly down her cheek. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward, pressing her lips softly to his. He responded, his hands on her hips pulling her closer to him, sliding to the edge of his seat so that his pelvis met hers.
She gasped at the hardness pressing against her, and he answered by moving his hands down to her ass and pulling her even closer. Her kiss became more frenzied as she sucked at his lips and tongue, her hands reaching down between them to unbuckle his belt. He ran his hands down her thighs and back up, this time under her skirt. She moaned, her thighs parting slightly to allow him access between them.
As his fingers made what felt like electrically charged contact with her soft folds, she sighed softly. Pulling her lips from his and looking down at what she was doing, she slipped the button of his pants undone and slowly dragged down the zipper. Lifting her face back up and meeting his eyes, she spoke for the first time. "We don't have time to go nice and easy."
