Masturbating on a bus alongside a wealthy man

As I sat comfortably on the bus, my hand began to wander over my bulging pants. Unbeknownst to me, a well-dressed gentleman across the aisle was taking note of my self-pleasure. Intrigued by his observation, he decided to join in on the fun, his own excitement growing as he watched me. The thrill of being caught, the rush of the public setting, and the allure of the unexpected company ignited a fiery passion within us both.The journey became a game of cat and mouse, a dance of seduction and desire. We took turns pleasuring each other, our moans echoing through the empty bus. The taste of each other, the feel of our bodies intertwined, was more than we could have ever imagined. The pleasure was intense, the orgasm, explosive. As the bus finally came to a stop, we parted ways, our secret locked away in the confines of that bus ride. A memory of passion and desire, a taste of the forbidden, a moment of pure ecstasy.