My Steamy Story: Я в автобусе...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea. So there I was, on the 7:15 PM bus, crammed against the window, trying to look busy on my phone. The vibe was a total ‘big yikes’ – you know, the usual sweaty, tired crowd. Then this guy gets on. Sheesh. He had that main character energy, low-key fine AF. He sat right next to me, our thighs pressing together because, well, bus seats. I could feel the heat from his leg seeping into mine. I tried to mind my business, but then the bus took a sharp turn and his whole arm brushed against my side, and I swear I felt a shiver go right through me. I sneaked a peek at his hands, and no cap, I was getting thirsty just looking at them. Then, the bus hit a pothole and his hand landed high on my thigh, like, really high. He didn't move it. He just leaned in, his breath warm on my ear, and whispered, "Sorry... not sorry." OMG. My pussy clenched right then and there, and I was so wet I was scared it was gonna show through my jeans. I turned my head, our faces inches apart, and I just went for it. I murmured, "You better not be." His eyes darkened and his fingers dug into my leg, right near my crotch, and I let out this little gasp. We just stayed like that for the rest of the ride, his hand a burning brand on my thigh, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Period. Slay.