Sex in Public — Ellison James

This story formerly titled On the Cross-town Bus
How far will Wendy Parker go to relieve her craving for sex in public? You might just be surprised. Follow Wendy and her boyfriend, Rick, as they venture to Seoul, South Korea for a business meeting, but find so much more. Wendy recounts her time with Rick getting to it on various forms of public transportation and in public locations.

Excerpt:
"You're welcome," were the only rational words I could get out before the stream of gibberish that followed.
"I Guess I'm just tense. I've never been to Seoul, or anywhere outside the United States for that matter. I'm tense about the meeting. I've never had such a large account before. I wonder if I will have to drop other accounts if I get this one. I don't know if -- "
"Shh." Rick put a finger over my mouth. "Don't worry," he said. "You're a great artist. That's why I took the job as your agent and business manager."
Rick leaned in and kissed me. His lips fell soft on mine but I still melted into him, feeling my body relax into his touch. I thought, at that moment, we were one in mind and body. I thought I could stay with him forever. His kiss ended but his hands remained along the lines of my jaw. He held me as if he was holding a cracked egg over a tightrope, and I felt completely safe in his care.
"Now, let's take care of that tension," Rick said as he lifted the armrest and motioned for me lay across him.
"What are you thinking?" I said. "You think some cuddling is going to ease my tension about the meeting?"
"No, but a little massage under the blanket might help," Rick said, as he fluffed the blanket over me, trapping me momentarily in a layer of cold cabin air.
The air quickly warmed as the blanket, and Rick's hands, settled on me. I felt his hands brush across my neckline, slowly tracing the line of my collarbone to the outside of my shoulders. Then, he slowly glided his hands up my neck and into my hair. The next thing I knew, he was gently massaging my temples. My head suddenly felt like it weighed a hundred pounds as I sank deeper into his lap. I closed my eyes and imagined pale blues and pinks floating in clouds above me. I always felt my emotions as colors. I guess it is just the artist in me.
"There. Feel better?" Rick said, in a hushed voice, as he continued to massage my temples, moving two fingers of each hand in slow deliberate circles.
I felt movement, and then Rick's lips on my forehead. I sucked in my breath and arched my back upwards. It was not the kiss that caused the reaction, but the feel of Rick's hands moving down my neck and under the blanket, brushing over my breasts through my blouse. I was certain it was an innocent touch, but my reaction was immediate. Something about the thought of laying across Rick's lap exposed, even within the darkness of the cabin, for any passenger to walk by and see his hands on me. My skin pinched across my nipples. They seemed to extend against my bra so quickly, I wondered if Rick could feel them as he innocently brushed his hands across them.