Erica grabbed her Oyster card, and after giving her lean figure and dark features a final once-over, ran to the bus stop just in time to board.

It was crowded, and as she pushed her way to the back, she saw him. Their eyes met as his quick smile turned into a playful, openly interested stare. There were no seats available and the only open standing room was directly in front of him. Erica licked her lips and after a short pause, edged closer. As she approached, she turned and grabbed the safety handle above her head. She waited.

With her back to him, she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and inched even closer, close enough to feel his body heat from where he sat behind her. She was wearing a skirt; the sensitive skin on the backs of her knees tingled with anticipation as he casually brushed her left calf with the tips of his fingers. It was just soft enough to have been an accident, but filled with unmistakable intent.

She could feel her skin cooling from the thin layer of perspiration that had quickly covered her neck, chest and legs. Her nipples grew hard against her thin t-shirt, and just as she thought it would never happen, she felt his warm hand circle her right ankle, pulling it toward him until it met the hard, cold metal of the seat he was perched on. Erica gasped quietly, glancing nervously around the bus to find everyone else but her lost in thought, music, or the passing scenery.

The eager hand that gripped her ankle began to rise along the soft curve of her slender calf until it rested against the tender skin just above the back of her knee. He paused, waiting for a protest; waiting for any reaction at all. When he received none, he slid his hand further until his finger tips rested just under the seam of her short skirt where he spread his fingers, grinning at the dampness of her skin.

Erica arched her back slightly, gripping the safety handle a little tighter, holding her breath as the bus continued on its route, stopping every few minutes to unload passengers while others took their places in the cramped, humid summer heat.

Erica felt herself growing wet, the ache building deep inside her pussy, the longing to be touched, licked, penetrated. She boldly slid her left foot back until it was pressed firmly against the seat between his muscular legs, standing over him, straddling him, giving him a somewhat concealed access to whatever he wanted.

His heart raced at her sudden invitation and he felt his cock begin to throb and strain against his jeans. Even as his hands made their way up along her warm inner thighs, his eyes continually roamed the parts of her shapely body that in this public place, he could not yet touch. With his right hand resting just below the gentle curve of her right buttock, he could feel the lacy edge of her pink panties; panties he fully intended on taking home with him. His left hand continued up the inner thigh of her right leg until fingertips met warm, moist, silky fabric. He could smell her now, he longed to taste her. The musky scent of her wet pussy made his mouth water and his pulse race at the thought of sliding his tongue between her swollen, wet lips.

Erica reached up to grip the safety handle with both hands. She could feel his dark eyes all over her, his hot breath against her lower back. His fingers paused, not with hesitation, but with anticipation. In one quick movement, he grasped her panties by the crotch and pulled them to her ankles. She shifted slightly and in seconds, they were safely tucked into the right pocket of his jeans just as another passenger glanced in their direction, her attention caught by his sudden movement.

They both froze as her eyes lingered over the two of them, sensing that something was amiss. Maybe it was their proximity or their rigid postures, but her curious gaze turned slightly suspicious and Erica stepped forward just enough to break the spell.

She reluctantly released the safety bar and as she began to walk away, he took a firm hold of her left wrist and pushed something into her hand. She pulled the chain to signal to the driver that her stop was approaching, and exited the bus without even a glance back. Shaking slightly, her legs feeling weak and unreliable under the weight of what just happened, she stood for moment, listening to the bus pull away from the curb when she remembered the piece of paper in her hand.

She opened it, smiling at what he had written.

“Tomorrow, the Number 16, Edgeware Road 12:30pm. No Panties.”