Time to get physical. He strokes her leg.

The girl sat, her right leg only a quarter of an inch or so from his left. As the bus lurched forward, it was hard not to, accidentally on purpose, brush against her.

She had really nice legs... sure they had freckles like the rest of her, but they were long and slender with just enough shape not only to give a man ideas but to make sure those ideas were excellent.

The next time the bus lurched, he let his hand move, brushing a knuckle against her leg.

She jolted as if hit by electricity but didn't move.

That had to mean she liked it, right? Would she spread those legs and give her access to her pussy? Was she even wearing panties. Matt had seen enough porn to know the possibilities but he was also aware that porn was, well, male fantasy. Real girls didn't always act the way girls did in the porns. Still, she had reacted.

Embolded, he brushed his thumb down the outside of her thigh. Damn, it was a nice thigh. He couldn't help imagining those thighs wrapped around his ears. Not that he had any experience, but he'd certainly seen plenty of porn videos... he knew how this was supposed to work.

His dick twitched to attention, pressing a hard bulge out of his jeans. Now, wouldn't it be nice if she reached over and gave him a squeeze?