His hand drags up my thigh and my lips part. I can hardly look at him but I know there's a slight tilt of his lips. He moves further up and I have to stifle a moan, only letting a little gasp escape.
"You're such a good girl, aren't you?" He coos as he leans to my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my body. "You can tell me to stop, Fiona," he whispers, and I should - I should tell him to stop, but I can't find my voice, even when his fingers skim the lace just under my skirt and he knows this, doesn't he? He knows I can't speak.
His fingers move dangerously and expertly, my eyes are fluttering close, my head is falling back and I'm coming undone within moments and then he's gone.
I don't even notice his departure until he's just outside the bus window, looking at me through the glass. My heartbeat speeds up more than it already is when he brings his fingers to his lips, dropping a wink as the bus retreats from it's stop, leaving him behind in the night.
After a moment, I wonder if he had ever actually been in the bus in the first place.