It's Saturday night, party night. They where at the club, dancing the night away, but it was getting late. So the whole clique decided to leave. Most of them hat brought their cars, but they had come with the bus, since both of them had wanted to drink some alcohol. They where lucky, the last bus was just getting ready to leave the station. Both of them where running and waving at the bus driver to wait for them.
Finally and out of breath they reached the bus and climbed in. Going all the way to the back of the almost empty bus, they sat down on the long bench. The night was a little bit chilly, and with her flimsy dress, she was cold, so she snuggled close to him, seeking warmth. Wrapping his strong arms around her tightly he pulled her close, while draping one of her legs over his lap. Putting his left hand on her right thigh, he started to gently stroke her leg, just above the knee. Closing her eyes and leaning her head back against his shoulder, she is enjoying his caresses.
Once the bus started moving the inside got dark, with just the streetlights illuminating the interior of the vehicle. Since the bus is almost empty and the other occupants sit further up front, nobody is hearing her gently moaning, as his hand is moving up her thigh. While his left hand is busy feeling her leg; the right is slowly making its way across her shoulders, gently feeling her soft skin with just his fingertips.
Gingerly he is working his way towards her breast, feeling her nipple harden through the thin material of her dress. Just using his index finger he is running circles around the already hard nub, sometimes pinching it ever so slightly with his thumb and forefinger. Her moans of pleasure are getting louder, and of fear of getting discovered, he turns his head around and starts kissing her. Deep, passionate kisses, letting their tongues play with each other, while both of his hands continue to feel her body.