Silver-haired granny in a pink blouse and black skirt sits rigid on a bus seat, thighs pressed tight together. Hands grip the edge, knuckles white as she rocks her hips in tiny circles. Skirt rides up just enough to tease, her breath coming faster with every subtle shift. Nobody in the crowded bus spots the way her skirt bunches up, the way her fingers dig into the fabric. She swallows hard, biting her lip, trying to stay quiet as the heat builds.
