It's your stop coming up

The guy lets out a loud gasp, and looking down into his lap you see a spreading wetness appear. He looks up at you almost apologetically, but you put him at ease by licking your lips in pure delight at the effect you have had, just regretful it wasn't in your mouth he had just cum.

Lucy taps you on the shoulder, drawing you out of your imagination, and pointing out the window you realise your stop is approaching. Rearranging your thong, you almost purr aloud as it rubs over your now hyper-sensitive pussy, then standing you smooth your skirt back down and join Lucy as she moves down towards the stairs. As you turn to climb down them, you turn and blow a kiss to the stranger, but he is too intent on mopping up the mess he has made in his trousers, wondering how the hell he will explain this to his wife when he gets home in about ten minutes time.

The bus pulls up to the kerb, and as you jump off the driver turns smiling, “nice show up there duck” he grins, pointing at the screen displaying a view of the upstairs deck.