Triggers: *Nonconsensual groping, unprotected sex / breeding*
All participants are 18+
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Wait, is that her? Yeah, I think it is. Cool! I was hoping she would be back again today, confirming that it wasn't just an apparition or some fanciful ghost. This young woman that I was lusting over had striking features and caused my mind to go wild. I'd only seen her a couple times throughout the last several weeks and worked hard to fit my schedule to match hers accordingly. She wasn't there on the ride in, so she might have different working hours than I do. Oh, but I did see her in the afternoons as she used the same bus line that I took.
Lately, I have been entranced by Japanese videos where women are touched inappropriately on a crowded bus - Chikan. It has been the fuel for my increased masturbation sessions because it hits a certain kink in my mind. Having an inadvertent touch, where they are questioning if it was intended, does great things to my arousal. I wanted for it to happen to me, but more importantly I also wanted to be the one to do it to you. How would you react? Would you be startled? Would you accept it for what it is and enjoy it as such? Such questions would remain unanswered until the act itself occurs, only then the truth would be known.
Without being noticed for being the creep that I am, I surreptitiously made my way to your area of the line, so that I wasn't noticed by you or observed by anyone else trying to place myself near you strategically. Luckily for us, we were held towards the end of the line on what was to be an already packed bus. This meant that there would be standing room only and I might have my perverse fantasy come true.
As I expected, I was elated to see that some of the seats were taken by those either that needed it or wanted them. This worked well in my game-plan because we were left squeezed together in the confined areas of the bus where personal distance is a thing of the past. I moved up next to you, so close that I could smell your fragrance; whether that was your shampoo or your perfume, I didn't entirely care because you smelled delectable. I don't think that you had the chance to ever see my face when I boarded behind you, which is good because if this went poorly, you wouldn't be able to identify me that easily in a police line-up. In order for this subjugated plan to work, the planets have to be aligned and that is asking for a lot; You would have to have a certain personality, an atypical attitude about sexual acts, as well as, performing those acts in public view, to accept them as they were presented, and most importantly to not go ballistic and make a scene.
We were close enough that when the bus was being jostled about, as we made our way down the road, it afforded us the "natural contact" that was exactly what I needed to make the plan come into play. As we are bumped through the straits and narrows, our bodies naturally interact with each other, providing nothing to call any concern. Because I took the opportunity on one of the corners to bump your ass, I noticed that it was firm yet supple. There was great definition with just a little bit of cushion from your muscles being in a relaxed state hidden underneath your whimsical skirt. This skirt would make my dreams come true as you found out during the trip. This continued on for the next several blocks, but the dynamics changed as soon as the next contact shoved my hardened manhood against your ass, removing doubt of what act I had intended to perform on you.
The bus rattled along and the next couple bumps took an exciting turn where your stance changed when you noticed my excited member pressing into your rear. The touch felt amazing, but it was just too bad that it was hidden under the layers of our clothes. The excitement level was increased due to people standing all around us, along with our balance as we were being influenced from all directions. Unfortunately, I didn't feel the same interaction that you had. There was no kinky old lady trying to cop a feel on the crowded bus. There wasn't even a dirty old man trying to rub his privates against some poor hapless bystander without regard. You stiffened up noticeably at first, which I thought was out of concern or maybe you were embarrassed, yet wishing all along that it was just being excited by the inappropriate contact.
I grew more emboldened with time and distance because I didn't know how long I had you within my reach. I made sure to firmly press against you after the next bump, so that you would feel my excitement leaving behind no question about what was happening to you. Instead of bouncing off and returning to my standing position, as any considerate human would do, I had made sure that my hips remained in contact with your body. I could feel my penis rest within the crack of your sweet cheeks only covered by the thin fabric of your skirt. You distinctly felt that I was trying to extend out to make contact and you suddenly started rocking back and forth further fueling my desire.
Emboldened by this, and the lack of visibility from our surrounding passengers, I reached down with my hand and firmly grasped your butt cheek. The way that your flesh felt exceeded me beyond my wildest dreams, as more importantly I had my fantasy-turned-reality squarely in my lecherous grasp. I was able to touch it directly and firmly, and I squeezed it, testing its resiliency. I couldn't tell whether you were a runner, a swimmer, or did any sort of exercise, or was just granted the amazing ass from your creator. Regardless, I now had you in my hands.