The light overhead flickered as it dimmed, the bus driver turning the lights low signaling to the passengers it was time to get some sleep. It was an incredibly long journey, and Hazel had already been dozing in and out of sleep for hours.
The heat on the bus was stifling. She had taken off her layers until she was just in her thin strap top and skirt, but she still felt sweaty under her long blonde hair, her thighs sticking to the leather seats unpleasantly. The situation was not helped by the bus's severe overcrowding. She had hoped to get two seats to herself, stretch out with her pillow and blanket, but unfortunately every seat was filled, and even managing to snag herself a spot on the back row hadn't helped.
Beside her was an older man, perhaps mid thirties, he was not unattractive with a muscular frame and a head of dark curls and equally dark eyes, and Hazel had found herself thinking that if she had been a few years older than her twenty-two years, she might have found him to be her type. They had had a brief stint of small talk in the first leg of the trip until they exhausted all the immediate subjects and lapsed into silence. But she had heard enough to know his name was Kyle.
It was a surprise therefore when in the darkness she felt his hand brush her thigh. She twitched slightly, but didn't open her eyes. The man, Kyle, thought she was asleep, and had probably brushed her by accident. She ignored it and continued to try and drift to sleep.
A few minutes later when she was in her lucid moments of sleep she felt a brush again, more deliberate this time, his fingertips gently stroking her leg. Her heart picked up, but she still feigned sleep, partly alarmed and partly excited by what he had in mind. His light touch felt like pure electricity as it moved from her lower thigh up, gently shifting her skirt. She pretended to shuffle in her sleep, and felt with a spark of excitement his breath catch from beside her, his fingertips frozen. He was frightened to get caught, the idea only made her sex tingle stronger. His breathing tickled her cheek as he leaned closer to her, his fingers moving again gently up her inner thigh, so painfully slowly, until eventually he reached her silky underwear.
She heard him make a small noise like a groan as he stroked the warm, damp, silken material and she had to hold in her own noises of pleasure, determined not to let him know she was awake, determined not to destroy the fantasy. It didn't take long until his fingers began to search for a way through the material, gently teasing it to one side revealing her flesh underneath.
She felt his hand pull away, moving her skirt so that he could get a full view of her womanhood, and she was sure she heard a small groan. His fingers slid into her wetness easily, moving up and down her warm folds, brushing past her clit causing her to gasp unintentionally. The gasp alerted him and he quickly put back her underwear and skirt as they were. Disappointed she realised that the moment was over, she had screwed up. She pretended to yawn and stretch, looking sleepily at her travel partner who returned her smile.
'You ok?' he asked, tentatively, his dark eyes shining in the dim light of the bus.
She nodded. 'Yeah I was having a good dream actually,' she said to which he smiled broader still.
'Good,' he said.
It was then that Hazel was struck by a brilliant idea.
'Yeah, it was so good, but I keep waking up. I think I might take my sleeping pills...' she said tailing off and pretending to search through her bag.
