They found an empty seat on the bus. He got in first and sat by the window. She sat down next to him, but turned her body slightly to face him. With a firm grip she grabbed his chin and turned his head to face away from her, out the window. He could only see her reflection in the glass. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock into the open air. Her body blocked the view of the people sitting across the aisle, but her head and shoulders were still visible to everyone. She was careful to keep her shoulder as still as possible as she began to stroke his cock up and down. As the bus drove faster she stroked faster. When the bus slowed down, so did she. When the bus stopped to let people on or off she held her hand still, fingers wrapped tightly around the base, preventing the blood from leaving and causing his cock to swell and harden to an almost uncomfortable state. The stroking resumed when the bus drove on. The next bus stop was a little farther away, and the bus got up to a decent speed along the way.

They had been casually dating for awhile, and she knew exactly how to control him during a hand job. She could read his responses perfectly and she knew exactly how to finish him when she wanted. As much as he tried to hold it back, her steady rhythm and firm grip quickly brought him over the edge with powerful contractions. She aimed his cock towards his chest, and squirt after squirt shot up and landed on the front of his light gray shirt. As the sticky goo soaked in it left a dabbled trail of dark wet blotches from his neck line down to his waist. She tucked his cock back inside his pants, wiped her hand on his thigh, and then stood up. She made her way to the front of the bus, and when it came to a stop she exitted. She walked along the sidewalk until she saw him. He was still obediently looking out the window, but now with an embarrassed smile on his face. She blew him a kiss as the bus pulled away.