Lisa was running late for work, but she didn't mind. She had a naughty plan well underway. She had boarded the bus wearing her favorite mini-skirt and a tight top that left little to the imagination. As expected, the men on the bus couldn't resist taking a peek at her curves. Lisa fixed her eyes on a man that had been glancing at her incessantly. He was tall with vibrant, green eyes and a rough beard. She knew he was the one.
"Hey baby, you come here often?" the man asked as he moved to sit next to her.
"Mind your own business, weirdo," Lisa retorted with a smirk. But she wasn't disgusted by the man's brashness. Instead, it turned her on.
The bus soon hit a bump on a pothole, making Lisa's thighs part briefly. The man took advantage of the situation and slid his hand under her skirt gently.
"What the fuck!" Lisa screeched in feigned anger, but in reality, the touch had made her extremely wet. "How dare you touch me like that!"
The man apologized, but his eyes shone with pure lust, a clear indication of what he wanted to do.