“Aww, poor human, getting cold in the night. Maybe we can get your blood pumping again, do you want that?” You hum, thinking he’s just messing around. “Ride my leg, then. That will make you feel all warm,” he deadpans, making you gasp in surprise. Of all the things you expected him to say, that’s not it.

You pull back enough to look at him, his face nonchalant as he looks back at you. “Wh- what? Here?! Somebody could see!” Your voice is a hushed whisper, scandalized that he wants you to do that.

He laughs, looking around and smirking. “Come on, this place is deserted, nobody is going to see…” He moves his hips a little and you can feel his hard on pressing against your center.

Your little black dress rode up enough that your panties are resting against his jeans. You can’t believe you are really considering what he’s offering, but you are cold, and the contact with his clothed dick is already warming you up.

“You promise?” You ask, your hips moving over his hard on in little thrusts that make your heartbeat pick up as he grunts low and guttural. The sound only makes you want to moan.

He nods once, his big claws pressing to the side of your thighs. “I promise.”

He helps you move against his leg, the fly of his jeans hitting your clit right over your panties. There’s something filthy about it, the way you are both clothed, in a public space, and still you can’t get enough of each other. You don’t even remember the cold as you start moving.

“You are such a good girl, always so ready to try new stuff with me. To be a filthy girl for me,” his words make you moan, hiding your face in his neck as he continues talking, hands massaging your covered ass. “I love how pliant and desperate you get when I touch your pretty pussy.”

He helps you move over his clothed erection, clearly only worrying about your pleasure as he murmurs filthy things into your ear, making your face feel as red as fire.

“Do you like that? Do you like to grind against me? What a filthy girl you are…” He growls at the last part and you can feel your pussy gushing. You are pretty sure there’s a wet spot in his pants by now.

“Ye- yes,” you whimper as your hips move faster, making tiny circles that rub your clit in the perfect way, searching your own pleasure, not even caring about his dick.

“Are you close? Are you going to make a mess of your panties for me?” He keeps teasing, his teeth against your neck as your breathing accelerates.

“So close,” you moan, hips going faster as he helps your movement with his big hands.

You are circling your hips when he whispers: “I think I hear the bus coming,” against your ear. You don’t analyze why, but his words only make your hips go faster, your rhythm getting erratic as you get closer and closer to release. “You are so good for me,” your boyfriend adds, a hiss at the end of the phrase…

And that does it.

You let out the loudest and most obscene moan of your life as you come undone right there, on his lap, at a bus stop.

You are pretty sure your juices are covering your thighs and the front of his pants, but he doesn’t seem to care as he helps you up and straightens your dress with the biggest grin on his scaly face.