The crowded bus

you enter on the bus. It's crowded and do not have a place to sit. You pass by me and move towards the back, looking for a place. The smell of your hair draws my attention to you, I signal to two of my friends to come with me, and we follow behind, without you noticing us.

You stop near the end of the bus, disappointed you do not find a seat, and stand next to one of the poles, looking down, and check your phone messages.

One of my friends passes begind you, and stands with his back to you. I stand in front of you.

The bus moves on, and find yourself bumping your head into me from time to time. You're not checking phone messages anymore, but do not want to look up. You do not want to make eye contact with me. But you sense the warmth of my body, and you can feel me leaning over you.

The smell of your shampoo intices me, and when the bus rocks again, I "fall" over you.

I place my hand on the pole behind you, and press myself against your body. You try to move left, but my friend is there, and not letting you move, you look to the right and see my the second friend standing with his back to you, the three of us surround you. You lift your gaze up, but I'm so close to you, and taller, that you can only see my chest.

You lift one hand and try to push me away, but understand that there is nowhere to move. You leaves your hand on my chest.

My hand slides down the pole, and I'm passing it on your bottom. The tight, short pants allows me to feel your cute, little ass.

You blush, and start to feel your pulse rises. But not from fear or disress, you do not understand how you can be enjoying this. You're not like that, you don't want to be, what would people say about you? How will you explain it to your husband?

I feel you pressing your hand against me, but do not push me away when I hold you even closer. I put my hand down your pants, you can feel my fingers approach the warm, wetness between your legs. You try to say "please stop", but with a sigh of the something deep and primal, the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a gental whisper of "Please ... ".

You dig your fingers into my chest, as you feel your narrow pussy penetrated by my thick finger. You bite your lip, and not believe you're letting me take you in such a way

Everything around you becomes a daze, and feel as if floating away, leaning onto me, you lift one leg, feeling your body giving in to my strangers touch. you mummble "Yes ..." and feel a wave of something heavenly flooding you.

The bus stops, I start to move you toward the door. "Come" I say to you, and, still in a dream like state, you hear yourself say ....
"Yes ...."