Tan lines where her dress rode up—she knows exactly how to tease. One foot hooks behind his knee as she leans back, letting that skirt ride higher. The bus lurches but neither of them cares. Heads down, fingers busy under the tablecloth while she rocks her hips like a woman who’s done this a thousand times before. Stocking tops cling to thighs slick with sweat or something else entirely. By the time they stop at the next station, he’s already hard and begging for more than just a peek.