I made my way to the bus on that sunny summer day. When the bus arrived, I hiked up my long skirt so I could easily climb the stairs. I did not mean to flash my thigh in the way of your darkened eyes. I did not want this.
I found one of the only seats and took my place as the bus pulled away from the curb. You looked me in the eye and said that you liked my thighs. And against my will, my stomach fluttered her wings that I had long though dead.
"Thank...thank you," I mutter half-heartedly. I watch you lick your salt encrusted lips while looking me up and down. I can almost see your thoughts, and they scare me. My legs start to tremble, and my mind is screaming, "RUN DAMN IT! GET UP AND RUN!!!" Logic has since left, and anxiety has taken its place.
The old woman in the seat besides me gets off three stops later and I am calming down a little. You quickly take the old woman's place and right away you spread your legs out and I feel your thigh pressed up against me. Since I am in the inside seat, I can't escape.
Under your breath, you whisper, "now you can't get away sweetie" and you point down to your lap. I can see your hard on through your camo shorts and it excites me. I didn't know I had that power anymore, and this will be over soon. My stop is just six blocks, surely I can do six blocks.
I feel your fingers slowly caress my thighs. They are soft and doughy. You sigh under your breath. I hate myself for liking this. This is far more than a little harassment on the way home.
As the bus trudges along, it spits and sputters, the years of stop and go is showing, you look over your glasses' frames, "I sure hope the bus makes it home, I can't wait to get into bed. How about you?" I tsk, tsk with my tongue against my teeth. 'You have a really kind mouth, you know that darling, the kind I'd like to fuck."
A thrill of a chill runs down my spine, is this happening???
You put your hand on my thigh, tracing giant and then smaller and smaller circles. My muscles are tense and my face flushes. My own body is betraying me! I feel that unfamiliar sweet wetness in my boring panties, and suddenly I wish I wore a thong that day, or maybe something lacy and pink.
You sniff the air, and you poke the guy across the aisle, "hey, you smell that sweet pussy?"
Guy 2 puts his nose in the air, "Oh, yeah, man, someone is sitting in a puddle!" He guffawed. My face is flushed and hot. I could fry an egg on my face. "Hey Joey," I hear Guy 2 say, "why don't you share!? Gimme some of that!"
The man I now is Joey grabs me by the elbow and squeezes tight. "Hey Tony! You know how this goes! We're gonna take this fine little lady for a stroll through the park, it's a beautiful spring day."
Joey pulls the rope to alert the driver he wants off. He bends in real close to my face, "You try one thing, one hiccup, girl...you don't want to know!" (Part of me most definitely wanted to know.) He gives my face a playful slap that probably looks cutesy to those around us. "Come on, whore, this is us."
I sit there, I don't want to get off this bus, I don't know if I will live through it. Joey pulls me by my elbow and grunts, "Now bitch." I get up slowly, and my mind is screaming; this is not exciting! This is death! This is abuse!
