It’s the last run and the bus is empty, but for Alice, halfway back, reading a dog-eared romance. She braces against the stop, watching with bowed head as the wild child boards.
She struts her tatted leather preen to the opposite seat. Eyes connecting, she opens her vest, flicking a pierced nipple. Spreading her legs, she windows a shaved cunt, curling a smile as her audience blushes. At her stop, she leaves with a beckoning finger.
Looking down, Alice checks the canvas bag beside her. Cuffs, lube, clamps, plugs, charged-up vibes. She stands and follows.
This should be fun…
