As the bus lurched forward, Emily found herself pressed up against a stranger's crotch. She turned and saw a man with dark hair, a chiseled jawline, and a tattoo on his neck. He was looking at her with hunger in his eyes.
"Sorry about that," Emily tried to apologize, but the man just smirked and moved closer. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered in her ear. She tried to back away, but the crush of people around them made it impossible.
Then she felt his hand on her thigh, inching up higher and higher until it was dangerously close to her panties. Emily gasped and tried to push him away, but her body was betraying her. She couldn't deny that the thrill of being touched in such a public place was arousing her.
The bus was packed with people, but somehow, it felt like they were the only ones there. Emily could feel the heat of the man's breath on her neck as he whispered dirty things to her. And despite herself, she was getting wet.