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I am on my school's volleyball team and we were at an out of city game. It was a long drive about five, six hours away. We won, but by the time we left it was really late, I think we finished our game around 8 PM, but we didn't get on our bus till 9 PM. I was the last one to get on the bus because I needed to use the bathroom, but it was so crowded I didn't get to go till everyone had left. I never got to change out of my uniform either. Our uniform was bright orange and we wore black shorts, my shorts were a bit small on me, so my ass stuck out a little bit whenever I bent over. I would say I looked the same as I do now, just with short blonde hair and maybe my butt and breasts were smaller?
I got to the bus and everyone had already sat down and it was really crowded, so the only seat left was next to my coach at the back of the bus. He liked to sit in the back because it let him keep an eye on everyone and his assistant sat at the front. He got up out of his seat and offered me the window seat. I just smiled at him and sat down, I was a little sad I didn't get to sit with my friends. He sat back down next to me and then we took off back home. It was going to be a long drive back home, so a lot of the others just put their headphones in and went to sleep. It was dark inside the bus, besides the occasional lights from passing cars, but once we were on the highway it was almost impossible to see.
I leaned my head against the window and I started to drift off to sleep, it didn't take long until I passed out. I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, I could feel something squeezing my breast. I didn't know what was going on and when I looked down I could see it was my coach's hand groping my breast. I looked up at him and when I opened my mouth to say something, he reached out his other hand and covered my mouth. He looked at me and said quietly, "Shhh. You don't want everyone here to know that you came on to me first, do you?" I honestly didn't know what to think, I wanted it to stop, but I also didn't want to be embarrassed and be known as the girl who was hitting on the coach.
I closed my mouth and I just nodded, he pulled his hand away from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile and he kept groping me. His hands were big, he just played with my breasts roughly, squeezing them, lifting them up and letting them drop, pinching, playing, and pulling on my nipples. I turned away from him and looked at the bus window, hoping someone would see what was happening and they would stop him. No one came to help me, no one saw was he was doing, and all I could do was endure and bite my lip. I hate to admit it and back then, I couldn't admit it, but it felt good and I was rubbing my thighs together because I really liked the way it felt.
He must've grown bored of just playing with my tits because his hand drifted lower. Down my stomach and soon between my legs. He shifted himself in his seat, so his back was facing the aisle, so no one could look and see what he was doing. When he hand slid between my legs and touched my crotch, I grab him by the wrist and I tried to stop him. I looked up at him, my eyes were wide with fear, and I just shook my head, begging him to stop. He just smiled and his hand moved no matter how hard I tried to stop it.
He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of my shorts and slid his hand between my legs. I still remember how thick his fingers were, he didn't slide his hand under my panties, just under my shorts. I could feel his other hand, grab my thigh and he pulled my legs open. This gave him more room as he know started to press his fingers against my pussy through my panties. I hate that it felt good, I hate that I basically spread my legs for him, and let him do what he wanted with me. He started to play with my pussy, stroking his fingers up and down my pussy, pressing on my clit. The sensation of my panties being pressed against my pussy was so intense.
I grabbed him by the arm and dug my nails into his skin, I was hoping this would stop him, but it just encouraged him more. He pressed his fingers harder against my pussy, spreading the lips as he stroked them up at down. I knew what was happening, my body reacted naturally to his touch, and soon I started to soak my panties. He leaned his head down and whispered to me, "See, you like this. You're wet from me just touching you." He wasn't wrong, it felt really good, I've never been touched like this before, most guys only ever wanted hand jobs or blow jobs. This older man was actually making me feel good in ways that I never experienced.
