The bumpy bus ride I still think about

I am 18 here for context, this was few months back when I worked administration at a company of my father friend.

I used to take the late shuttle back from the office, the one that runs after everyone else has already gone home. It's basically empty except this one night it was packed because there'd been some downtown event letting out at the same time. No seats left anywhere.

I spotted a guy from a different team, Marcus, sitting near the back. Total IT-department energy, glasses always a little crooked, the kind of guy who gets flustered if you make direct eye contact with him too long. We'd flirted at a work happy hour once and it had gone nowhere because he kept stammering and I found it unbearably cute. I plopped down next to him going "there's zero seats, budge up," and he went red and said "oh, uh, yeah, here" and shifted over, except the space was tight enough that I basically ended up half on his lap instead of next to him.

I looked at him and went "this ok?" and he nodded a little too fast and said "yeah, no, it's, yeah it's good" in this rambly way that told me exactly how nervous and how into it he was at the same time.

The bus was doing that thing where every pothole throws you around, and I was very aware that my dress had ridden up. I leaned in and said "are you comfortable?" and he swallowed and went "if you are" in a voice that was barely above a whisper. So I started rocking my hips a little with the bumps, testing it.

He had one arm braced on the seat in front to keep us steady, and the angle of it meant his forearm was pressed right up against my chest. He wasn't moving it, like he was scared to be the one to make it obvious, so I asked, quiet, right in his ear, "you can touch, I don't mind," and I felt him take this shaky breath before his hand finally moved. Every jolt of the bus after that was an excuse for it to move a little more, still careful, still like he couldn't quite believe this was happening.

Honestly the almost getting away with it part of it was doing a lot for me. Thankfully it was dark so I reached down and started rubbing myself through my underwear very slowly and quietly, and I felt him go rigid behind me. I murmured "you good?" and he made this small strangled sound and got out "yeah, don't stop, please."

I picked up the pace, grinding back against him while I kept my hand moving, still trying to keep it lowkey like I am just adjusting myself and I could tell he was right on the edge. He finished first quietly with a little cute moan, and feeling that pushed me right over too. I kept going until I got there myself, and he stayed close through all of it, one hand still resting on my waist.

After, we were both just sitting there kind of stunned and grinning like idiots. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together for the rest of the ride, which felt sweeter than it probably should have given what we'd just done. When my stop came I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and got off still buzzing.

We texted that whole night and ended up hooking up once or twice, but nothing topped (no pun intended hehe) that day.