My wife Jen works downtown, and commutes by the express bus from our home in the 'burbs. Nearly every day she rides the same bus to and from downtown. But occasionally her work schedule gets rearranged by one crisis or another at the office.
This was one of those days, and she had to ride a later bus. This one was far more crowded, and not being her usual Express Bus, made several stops along the route. It was already nearly filled to capacity when Jen got on, so she was forced to stand in the aisle. As more commuters crowded in at the next stop she was forced back toward the rear of the bus, finally finding herself packed in among a group of rowdy black college boys. They apparently belonged to the same Frat house or at least the same college, as they all wore jerseys with the same logo.
When the bus moved into traffic my wife was jostled against one of the boys. She mumbled an apology, but he just grinned and seemed to welcome her pressing against him. My wife is a cute blonde, 5'6, 34c tits, 135 lbs, with great legs and an ass to match. The college boy she was pressed against was about 6 ft, muscular and athletic looking.
Traffic was congested, lots of stops and starts which served to jostle my wife against the tall young man, or his companion on her other side, another athletic black who looked her up and down appreciatively and grinned at her.
Jen felt something hard pressing against her round ass, and realized she was pushed back against a third guy, shorter than his friends by a few inches, and a bit heavier set. With a start she realized he pushing his boner against her ass.
It was early autumn, and still warm. Jen had worn one of her favorite sundresses to work, navy blue with white polka-dots, with buttons down the front. It was also quite short, and showed off her legs to good effect. Right now she was wishing she hadn't worn it.
Holding her purse and lap top computer bag left her with no free hands to push away the black hands groping her legs and ass from three sides. She glanced nervously around the see if someone might offer help, or even take notice, but most seemed absorbed with their phones or paperbacks. One older black lady was glaring at her, then shook her head in disgust and went back to her newspaper.
Those busy black hands were now slipping up under her dress, rubbing her thighs and grabbing her ass. OMG! One of the young jocks pushed his hand between her legs and was rubbing her panty crotch! But struggle as best she could, there seemed no escape and no rescue.
The guy behind her reached around and groped at her tits, kneading and squeezing them, then tweaking her nipples. The hand at her crotch had slipped under the legband of her panties, and rubbing her clitty.
Despite her humiliation, or maybe because of it, Jen felt her body responding to the unwanted attention, and she realized she was getting wet down there. The fingers continued between her cunt lips, now pushing up into her slippery vagina. Trying to twist away only made things worse, as now two fingers were stuffed up into her. The black male on her other side had stopped molesting her tits, but only because he was unbuttoning the front of her sundress!
Now her bra was exposed, if anyone cared to look, and her matching white satin bikini panties. Worse still, Jennifer could feel the excitement building between her legs from the guy's eager fingers plundering her now soaked cunt meat. She was sure the other commuters nearby could hear the wet, squishy sounds his fingers were making as the jammed in and out of her twat, and her soft, weak moans.