Taking the Bus

"Senpai," I called out to her, urging her to lift her head. She looked up at me, those big, innocent eyes of hers filled with an image of what she was desiring at the moment.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I said softly yet, contrary to my words, I leaned down to capture her lips while the towel on my hand slipped out of my grasp, allowing me to gently cup her soft mound.

The sound of the towel landing on the floor was muffled by the sudden intake of her breath against my mouth. Her eyes grew wide, but she didn't resist. Instead, she responded eagerly, her mouth moving in sync with mine, tasting the sweetness of mint and lavender as well as the bitterness of the coffee. At the same time, I gently squeezed her breast, feeling the warmth and the softness of her flesh beneath my palm.