Thigh Rubbing Stranger On A Crowded Bus

Thighs clamped together, the woman rocks forward and back in small jerks. Fingers dig into the seat edge as her skirt rides up, revealing the slow grind of flesh against flesh. A sharp inhale escapes her lips each time she pushes down, hips tilting just enough to keep it hidden from the other passengers. The bus sways, adding to the rhythmic motion of her hidden grind. Her free hand grips the pole beside her, knuckles white as she fights to stay quiet.