It was a cold winter night when Joy had gotten on the bus headed back to Boston, where she attended college, from New York where she had been for winter break.
On her 5"3 frame she wore a blue cozy oversized sweater and a skater skirt with over the knee knit socks and combat boots. The oversized sweater helped hide her big DD boobs and her curvy figure overall.
As she usually did on these bus rides, she went for a seat far in the back to avoid being disturbed, hoping to be able to relax a bit. The bus was mostly quiet only a handful of other passengers who sat at the front of the bus.
As she got settled in a final passenger came in and walked towards the back of the bus. Joy locked eyes with the stranger. He was physically fit, slightly older, maybe in his 30s, and had an attractive face with brown curly hair and brown eyes.
Joy felt the intensity of his glance and diverted her eyes downward. She pretended to look at her phone as the man ignored the other seats in the isle and chose to sit right next to her.
Joy felt uneasy about this odd choice but also felt a mild blush to her cheeks. She stayed silent and looked out the window as the bus started to head into the night.
The driver had turned off the lights throughout the coach. She could hear the distant chattering of some of the passengers upfront and decided to listen to some music in her headphones.
About half an hour into the ride she felt the strangers hand touch her right above her knee. Looking out the window, she at first figured he had fallen asleep and shifted to move his hand off of her.
When she tried doing so, she realized the touch was more deliberate. She then dared to look at the man to see her intensely looking at her. A knot formed in her throat. She then tried to remove his hand but his grip was insistent... and moving upwards.
Despite herself, she felt her a slight wetness between her legs as he hand traveled upwards. She tried closing her legs together but it didnt stop him from sliding his hand up on the top of her thigh, pushing up on her skirt.
In vain she tried to push his hand off of her and put her skirt back in place. He parted her her legs and squeezed her upper thigh dangerously close to her crotch.
She let out a tiny squeak unable to formulate any words. He leaned over towards her ear and in a more threatening and animalistic voice than shed expected he said, "be a good girl and behave or else."
She felt unsure of what to do but her cheeks felt hot and her submissive tendencies made her inclined to obey.
He moved her hand over his jeans where she would now be feeling his bulge. She didnt dare look. His hand traveled up the last bit of distance to her crotch which was now wet enough to dampen her white cotton panties.
