We boarded the bus together

It was the last bus for the night

I chose to sit behind her

Even though we were the sole passengers

The whiff of her sweaty fragrance

Overwhelmed my being

I bent a little forward and inhaled her tresses

She knew

But remained silent

I slithered my hand on her shoulder

Gradually moving further

Till I could feel the tenderness of her swell

Unbuttoning her blouse

I marauded her breasts

She started loosening herself

Her nipples, welcoming my intrusion

The melody of her moans got drowned in the ebb of the zephyr

The bus was about to reach the last stop

Turning towards me

Smudging my face between her breasts

Drink, she whispered

And I did as much as I could in those last few seconds

The bus stopped

And we departed to our respective lives.

©LR