The replacement bus would take at least an hour to arrive. The news hadn't gone down well—it was the middle of the night, and they were in the middle of nowhere. At least the driver said they could stay on the bus, which made Phil smile.

"An hour to look into the darkness and hate the modern world," Phil said to the stranger sitting beside him.

Instead of replying to Phil's comment, his neighbour took out a notepad, and she began to write, Once she had completed her task, the young woman passed Phil the notepad. He was more than a little surprised to see what was written.

'I'm bored. Write dirty to me, stranger,' the words said.

Phil loved to write, enjoyed a challenge, and lost no time with his efforts.

'They placed their coats over their knees, and their hands disappeared beneath them to an exchange of knowing smiles.' he wrote.

The woman beamed and giggled, eager to take her turn with the mischief-making. Her pen was soon busy.

'Her loose-fitting trousers allowed her to ease them down to her knees, He had the aisle seat, so he had to be a little more cautious, but was soon in an identical state of partial undress.' She penned with a dreamy gaze.

Phil looked at his neighbour; she was engrossed in the escapism, as was he.

'Their hands crossed, his touch resting at the top of knickers, hers resting on the outline of his erect cock on his briefs. They stifled giggles with difficulty,' Phil wrote.

She read what he had written and wanted it to become a reality, but she confined her efforts to writing on the notepad instead.

'She knew she was wet with arousal and wanted his touch desperately. She needed to feel his erect cock between her stroking fingertips too,' she scribbled quickly.

Phil looked at his neighbour and smiled. She smiled back.

'He nodded. She nodded back at him; beneath their coats, her hand slipped into his briefs, her fingers around his pulsating cock; his touch eased into her knickers and her horny wetness inside. They wanted to gasp and moan with pleasure but could not. All they could do was lock lips in a kiss and hope to mask some of the inevitable noises of climax that were approaching,' Phil wrote with an unsteady hand.

When she read the latest message, her reply was swift.

'Hold me tight, or we'll go to jail,' she scrawled.

Phil quickly pushed her face into his chest, though she was able to bite his hand with quick movement. He winced at the pain but felt it justified, as a cough partially masked his own orgasm that covered the hand she had inside his briefs and that she had used to pull hard on his cock to distract her from her own situation.

She licked her fingers clean as he did his, and they pulled up their briefs and trousers beneath their coats.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like to board the bus that has just pulled up on the right-hand side, we'll be on the move again once we're all on board," the driver announced as Phil and his neighbour enjoyed the sweet aftermath of their treat.

Phil and his neighbour slept for the remainder of the overnight journey. Some would remember the trip for the mechanical fault and the inconvenience caused. Two passengers' recollections of the night would be forever different.