The bus leaves the car rental station headed to the airport. You sit across from me and I notice your hand move to your crotch under your short skirt. We lock eyes; I can tell you’re rubbing your pussy. You smile at me and open your legs wider. I see you’re making your thong wet.
Looking back into your eyes, I watch you progress from playing, to gasping, to moaning. Then I see you shudder and quake as your orgasm washes over you. I lock eyes with you as you come down. You leave and I pocket the wet thong.