Yes. Your front towards the woman, your back against the man's

As soon as you turn to steady yourself, your maneuver is clumsy—your elbow juts out, nearly knocking into someone. A few passengers glance your way. Are they staring at your face? Or your clumsiness? It’s hard to tell.

The driver doesn’t hesitate. The bus lurches forward, the ride jolting and erratic, the horn blaring more often than the brakes squeal. With only one hand gripping a metal bar for balance and the other juggling your backpack and rolling suitcase, it’s inevitable: you bump into people. Including the woman in front of you. You murmur apologies the first few times, but when no one else seems to care—or even notice—you stop bothering.

The air inside the bus is thick and hot. You didn’t take off your jacket, and now the heat is making you lightheaded. You try to ground yourself with deep breaths, letting your mind drift to steady your nerves. The first thought that surfaces is Annie’s hand on you in the airplane toilet—the rhythm of her strokes, the way her breath hit your ear.

You’re about to lose yourself in the memory when the bus takes a sharp turn, yanking you back to reality. You lurch forward, fighting to stay upright, but it’s no use. You stumble into the woman in front of you. She pushes back with a sharp, instinctive thrust of her hips, her butt pressing firmly against you to put you back in your spot.

By the time your brain registers what happened, you’re hard.

The bumpy ride continues, with the occasional loss of balance and people pressing past you to get on and off the bus. {if game:dick_size=1} You stab the lady’s butt a few more times with your short stub, but she doesn’t seem to notice—or care much at all. {elseif game:dick_size=2}She notices your hard-on after you bump into her a few times. She turns around but avoids eye contact, shifting her grocery bag in front of her hips. Then, when the bus lurches and you lean into her, she sneaks a finger toward your crotch. You blush. {elseif game:dick_size=3}By now, the length of your penis has bumped into the lady’s back quite a few times. She gives you a quick glance with a hint of a smile but says nothing. You mumble an apology, and in response, she subtly shifts her hips from side to side. {endif}

The voice on the bus announces a stop, the name sounding familiar. This must be yours. You grab your suitcase and prepare to exit.

{if game:dick_size>1}

Just before you go, the lady playfully brushes her hair away from her eyes and gives you a sly smile from the corner of her mouth.

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