There was a prominent part of her mind that objected to the idea of fucking Boston in a bunk on a well loaded bus, but his constant shifting and grinding beneath her was softening those voices of disapproval. The kiss all but obliterated them. Her lips parted, eagerly inviting his probing tongue. His briefly penned up want met her long caged desire as she pressed and rocked into him, the pads of her fingers slipping along either side of his neck. The feeling of his touch beneath her shirt left a cool prickle in its wake, and her chin tilted downward to watch as the drummer's muscled forearms moved about her. Her eyes continued to linger on him as he freed himself from his shorts, exploring every inked contour his body had to offer.<br/><br/>Boston lay beneath her entirely naked. It was decision time. She could think of a million reasons why she ought to have rolled out of the bunk that very instant, but nothing that could conquer the sensation of him pressing into her, and the generosity of his quiet but certain words. She returned his gaze, a thousand thoughts slipping past her eyes simultaneously until he blinked. When her lids reopened, they were filled with singular purpose. Balancing herself on one arm, she reached down and undid her pants, sliding them along with her socks and singular shoe into Boston's cargo short pile. She was wearing simple white cotton bikini briefs. The manager might have entertained the idea of wearing something a little more exciting if she ever imagined she'd be straddling anyone that night, but such as her expectations were, she'd defaulted to her boring norm.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted around the bunk as she slid back over him. "I think its for the best, spatially, that we stay as we are." She answered unevenly, her cheek burning beneath his palm. She was more of a natural bottom herself, but there was no denying that while she risked bumping her head if not careful, she had worlds more maneuverability on top. "Besides this way you have..." She paused, swallowing hard as she glanced back at his toes spread against the bunk wall. "...leverage."<br/><br/>She looked back into his eyes, one hand pushing into the mattress and holding her up, and the other falling over once of his hands so as to gently guide it over her backside. "And this, this is working." She breathed lowly. One of her legs lay flat next to his, and the other remained bent at the knee near his hip, bringing a pause to their grinding. "I grew up in a house with paper thin walls and seven siblings. I'm more then capable of holding my sound." She smirked almost confidently as she leaned her face near to his. Being raised in a household nearly devoid of any privacy had its few benefits. Her hips dropped, bringing the heated and soaked slit of her panties to rest against his cock. "I more worried about you and your ability to, um, contain yourself." She whispered, her face sliding along his so their cheeks met. As sh spoke she began to rock, pressing his cock into his stomach with every juice drenched stroke.<br/><br/>