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The Bus

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Rain is obviously from an island. She was born and raised in Havana. She often speaks fondly of growing up in that beautiful city by the harbour. Of spending time with friends on the seawall the"malecón " . In Havana everyone rides the bus. As a result they are packed to overflowing with people. A nubile young Rain dressed in a linen dress hanging above the knee. Standing holding the strap with one hand and the seat back with the other. She is returning from some long forgotten childhood adventure with her cousin. They got separated on the bus. She feels someone squeeze in behind her uncomfortably close . A glance tells her it's just some old man . In his late sixtys balding with gray five o'clock shadow . Wearing the soft linen shirt so common in the hot climate. As the bus starts to move she feels his hand push between her legs from behind . Her eyes dart left and right OH My God what's happening what do I do. She is to afraid to move or speak . Frozen in fear paralyzed unable to react she can't pull away. He rubs her tight young pussy . She swallows hard her mouth is so dry she begins to sweat. Time seems to stand still why doesn't someone notice and help her. He finds her clit and starts to rub It . Mmmm wait that feels good but this is wrong it's so bad I can't enjoy it. Her mind shifts from why can't anyone see, to please no one see me. She adjusts her stance ever so slightly thus providing a better angle. Her eyes dart around again did anyone notice? She thinks . No no one is paying attention. Please God she prays let this stop as her mind says please don't stop. She can feel his hard cock pressed against her back just above her ass. He pulls her panties aside and begins to probe her hole. She feels his old rough wrinkled callused dry fingers against her smooth brown skin . His fingers are so rough and dry then suddenly they aren't they are smooth and warm and slick as the slide back and forth over her clit and labia . How did he do that then she feels wet inside her thigh what's happening to me she wonders did he make me pee God it feels so good . Then the thought of all those people so close ,her eyes dart again more sweat on her face she can't move to wipe it. She suddenly notices her nipples are hard pressing out under her clothing does anyone notice she wonders. Her knees weaken as this dirty old Bastard fondled her young tight fuck hole she struggles to support herself and leans more against his hard dick putting more pressure on his hand his finger penetrates her fuck hole a wave of pleasure shutters her body. Then the bus jerks to a stop as quickly as he came he is gone . She is still afraid to move to turn and look did anyone behind her See. She feels ashamed she let it happen but the wetness in her panties the cold feeling of her juice drying on her legs is so exciting. She stands stark still till her stop lost in her thoughts. When she steps off the bus she finds her smiling cousin waiting as though nothing happened. People getting on and off the bus push past without even noticing her. When she gets home she takes off her panties and sniffs the wetness it's not piss it smells musky and sweet. She puts a foot up on the toilet and touches herself finding her pussy still slick and wet and so hot. Playing with herself is wrong so she stops. I does feel so good. Over several days the scene runs over and over in her mind each time less shame and more excitement. A week passes She finds herself looking at faces on the bus searching for her dirty old man. Resigned to the fact it will not happen again She is surprised one day when she feels that familiar presence and pressure behind and against her. Then his hand is there again this time her experience allows her to shift her position to guide his fingers instantly she is wet again her hand leaves the seat back and finds his hard cock under his pants . She gently rubs through his pants with the Palm of her hand . She can feel her wetness grow as she finds the outline of his dick with her fingers and strokes it. Again her knees get weak this time his arm wraps around her waist holding her unmoving he is strong for an old man. She strokes as he diddles holding her against him. Then her hand is warm and wet what happened . He continues to stroke her as she shivers silently. He holds her close till she stands up straight. He is gone again Just as suddenly . She never saw her dirty old man again. Countless bus rides thousands of faces but alas never again. She kept this story to herself till she told it to me . She asked me to write it down and share it so now You all know how Rain became the horny sensual woman she is as a young girl on a crowded bus.

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