She knew what was on my mind

As I kept inhaling her sweaty fragrance

In the bus ambience 

She was my tour guide

Every time we deboarded for sight seeing 

I followed her closely

Sometimes grazing my hands 

Sometimes breathing on her neck

She responded 

By sitting beside me

I caressed her thighs 

Slowly slipping my hands in her skirt 

Fingering her petals 

She started getting breathless 

I signalled her to the rear seat of the bus

Since the evening tide had cast it's spell

Most of the tourists were resting 

Unzipping my shorts 

I slipped her on my member

Holding her waist

I made her sit on me

The bustle of the bus 

And the soothing zephyr 

Made it easier for us

Was she sexy, no

Rather I was horny

And she quenched my rage.

©LR