I moan deeply into his hand as the last of my orgasm rolls through me like blissful, torturous waves, and then I feel every one of my walls come tumbling down.
Every muscle in my body goes limp. With a heavy sigh, I slump back against the seat, my head lolls to the side, and I begin gasping for breath as Jackson slowly removes his hand and gently strokes my hair.
"That's it," he purrs, his voice low. "That's my girl."
"You...you're more incredible that you look," I pant. "I can't believe we just did that...on the bus."
Jackson chuckles. "Speaking of which, your stop is coming up."
"Oh God." I fumble with my skirt, pulling it back down. "Thank God I'm not wearing pants. There's no way I could...do the...the things...you know?"
I move my hands between my thighs and mime the motion of p
