He straddled the top of me, my head pressed against the rigid plastic wall. His ripening kiss drew me further in as his tongue explored mine, a hot, succulent, passionate interlude. Our heated breaths fogging up the windows behind us, his hands on my neck,” he murmured, “Let me make you feel how much I want you.” A wet, slippery collision, as our mouths and tongues fused. His moans only fueling my desire. An erotically charged moment, amongst strangers and exposed. Until the bus came to a stop.