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The bi-fold doors of the bus were already unfolding and sliding closed when she deftly slipped in-between the rubbery lips of the moving panels. Joanne had just made the last express bus. The bus was congested and all the seats were taken. She'd had a long day, her legs were tired, but at least the express travelled quickly and her stop wasn't far - hopefully there were no breakdowns, accidents or other interruptions to the flow of traffic.
Joanne was finding her first full-time job to be hard going. She wasn't used to being on the go all day, five days a week; plus she had to try to impress all the others in the office and seek their approval, which she didn't mind too much. The hours were long though, longer than the school hours to which she was used to and she ended each day physically and mentally drained. She guessed that she would adapt quickly to her new way life, like all the other people had adapted.
Joanne had just turned eighteen and finished school, she missed the simple-minded organisation of school: the timetable that told her where to go, who she should see, when to eat, when to play and what she should do every period of the school day. She enjoyed having her day organised by others. She was finding her time at work was a little less structured by her boss than Joanne would have liked. That's what made everything so exhausting. She had multiple tasks to complete, but, it required her to organise her own time to accomplish them.
She was tired and the evening was still warm even though the end of summer was in the air. She stood and swayed in the bus as it started and stopped in the traffic. She was wearing shoes with small heels, thank god, that made it easier, and a light dress that fitted close to her body.
The bus arrived at the Cultural Centre stop and a crowd of people crammed in through both sets of doors. Joanne was like a sardine in a tin, surrounded by other people, all pressing in on her from every direction, all keen to get home on the last express bus for this route and relax after a hard day's work. After the Cultural Centre, the bus would make its way on to the Busway and move quickly. It wouldn't be long before she would be able to disembark and walk home.
The bus pulled out from the stop and began to roll smoothly. Joanne wasn't sure if she was imagining it at first, but she swore that she could feel a hand on her bottom. Of course in a press of people like this, such things could happen quite innocently, but Joanne felt the hand was moving around her bum, like it was more deliberate than accidental. Joanne thought that the hand's owner must be behind her. She discreetly tried to look around and identify the culprit, but she saw only the passive faces of a couple of women, an older man and two middle-aged guys, all looked tired and bored, all looked like they couldn't wait to be home. While she checked the other people out, the groping hand continued to her hip and then worked its way downwards and began to feel her bum and the crack between her cheeks. Joanne was locked in place; she was unable to move away due to the press of people.
The bus cruised smoothly along the Busway as the mystery hand cruised smoothly over Joanne's young firm arse and upper thighs. No-one seemed to notice or care what was happening to her. Joanne didn't know whether to scream or make a fuss, she didn't like doing things like that, though, she didn't like drawing attention to herself, so she decided that this was just a one-off event to be endured and then it would be over. The next stop was approaching fast now.
The bus soon made the stop and a large number of people descended to the platform. The groping ceased; no harm had really been done. All of Joanne's 'suspects' descended as well. None gave her a second look. She had no idea whom it could have been. It was a mystery that diverted her from her workday worries and it kind of gave her something interesting to think about and fantasise as to whom may have been responsible. Did they find her especially attractive? Did they just do that to anyone they could lay their hands on? Joanne was pretty, she had a slight build, she liked to swim and cycle. She had honey-blonde hair to her shoulders and dark blue eyes. It was kind of flattering to her to think that a 'mystery molester' had chosen her.
The next stop was Joanne's and she descended and quietly made her way home without any fuss. She prepared a quick salad for dinner, showered and was soon in bed reading. Her mind quickly began to wander onto thoughts about her bus-ride home. She had begun to think about sex a lot more since she had turned eighteen and she allowed the two ideas of molestation and fucking to meld in her mind. She imagined how kinky it would be if one of the women 'suspects' was her assailant. She wondered if either or both of them looked like a lesbian, whatever it is lesbians are supposed to look like these days. She imagined what lesbians might do to her and by 'chance', she found some lesbian porn on the interweb to guide her imagination. She was drawn to 'first time' videos, where older women seduced younger virginal ladies. Some of the videos were quite titillating and she unconsciously slipped out of her pyjamas and was soon masturbating while she watched an older dark haired woman finger and lick her friend's daughter's clit. How Joanne wished she was that daughter! Joanne and the friend's daughter were both soon cumming and the tremors through Joanne's body made her moan and writhe so much that she dropped her uPad on the bed beside her.
Joanne enjoyed the little calm that always ensued after a good cum, but she soon found herself imagining that it was probably the older man's hands that were feeling her bottom on the bus. She let her own hand feel her arse just as her mystery assailant had. It was quite nice, actually, feeling her smooth bum, the crack, her thighs, even the little dimple of her arsehole. She saw his calm, passive face swim before her in her imagination, smiling as he groped her young firm butt.
She found some videos on the interweb of older men with younger women; Joanne was drawn towards a video of a passive young eighteen year old being groped and directed in sexual acts by an older man. She was a virgin, submissive to his wishes and soon after groping her all over, he had stripped her naked and was feeling her bottom, cunt and tits. Joanne was becoming aroused, imagining herself being submissive and compliant for the man on the bus. She imagined him pulling her arse cheeks apart to look between them, her cunt being manhandled and her tits teased, just like in the video. She watched the video transfixed as his masculine hands explored her holes without shame and then her mouth was sucking his big manly cock until finally he fucked her up the cunt like mad and when he had found it too much, he had climaxed and cum in her pussy until his white seed leaked copiously from her cunt. As she watched this, Joanne herself climaxed deeply. She was astonished by the intensity and found that as well as rubbing her clit she had placed a finger unknowingly in her tight little arsehole. She hadn't expected that to make so much of a difference! She realised then that as a young virgin, she had a lot to learn about human sexuality.
Joanne lay back in the afterglow of her second climax but was soon thinking about the two middle-aged men. They were undoubtedly in lower management and a little overweight. She found some threesome porn on the interweb, two men and a younger woman. She found a longer video where the men looked similar to the men on the bus, Joanne thought. In the video they had picked the young woman up in a pub and taken her back to a hotel room. They had drunk a little more there and become a little tipsy before they had become more overtly sexual with the woman, touching her tits and bum, talking about sex. Joanne was touching her own tits and bum as if the two men were ravishing her in the video. Soon one of the men began unbuttoning the woman's blouse. She objected but they were two against one. They had soon stripped her naked and had taken their cocks out. Reluctantly the woman repeatedly took them in her mouth, one after the other.
Joanne didn't realise she was simulating the scene, sucking two fingers of her left hand for one man and two fingers of her other hand for the other as they took turns fucking the woman's mouth. Soon the men were fingering the woman's cunt, showing it's hot pink interior to the camera and rubbing her clit. She was going wild with the attention. She maybe climaxed, Joanne thought, as Joanne finger-fucked her own hot, steamy cunt. Then the men wanted to fuck the woman with their dicks. They soon were taking turns fucking her in the cunt but the man fucking her would let the other man suck his cock now and then so he could taste her cunt off his cock. They both did this. It was erotic seeing the young woman shared this way, Joanne thought. Then while one man banged hard into her cunt, the woman grabbed the other man's dick and sucked his cock in her mouth. Joanne was so turned on seeing two cocks in the woman's holes at once! Soon the men were cumming in the woman's holes and all over her. Joanne was cumming, too, two fingers in her cunt and two fingers in her mouth. Joanne was exhausted. She drifted off to a deep sleep and looked forward to the bus ride home from work tomorrow.
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Joanne was at the express stop, just as she was yesterday. She had waited for the last express and had let two other ones go by. When the bus arrived she climbed in and tapped on. She eschewed a few vacant seats so that she could stand in a similar place to where she had stood yesterday. She was wearing a neat fitting dress which was quite short.
The bus lumbered off and was soon at the Cultural Centre stop. Hordes of people pressed in to catch the last express of the evening. Just like before Joanne was pressed-in by a crowd of people. She looked about but couldn't see either of the two women. She could see the two overweight middle-managers, but they were talking to themselves about something on the other side of the bus, far from Joanne. She looked for the older man, but he was nowhere to be seen. Sadly, she thought to herself that last night had been just a simple one-off or at best, someone else.
