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Part I: The Bus Ride (f/?, mast)

It all started as a seemingly insignificant encounter on the bus. Rush hour
traffic surrounded the bus in all directions, bogging it down and slowing its
speed down to a crawl. We were still quite a ways from the next bus stop,
so there was nothing I could do. The crowd on the bus mirrored the one
outside. I was standing, awaiting the next stop, when I felt the tentative
touch of a hand creeping up the side of my body. I tried to move away, but
the people were too crowded, and I was immobilized. The hand continued
to move up until it was cupping my breast. The hand stayed in place then,
moving only slightly, rubbing and squeezing. Despite everything - the fear,
the humiliation of the experience, I had to admit, I was becoming aroused.
I could barely contain the gasp of pleasure when I felt another hand creep
up my leg from behind. I was standing beside some seats, so it could have
been one of those people. The hand crept up my thigh, moving between my
legs, brushing lightly against the fabric of my panties. I shuddered as the
fingers made contact, barely suppressing another moan.

The two hands continued their exploration for a while, the hand on my
breast alternating its touch between lightly brushing against the nipple to
roughly squeezing the entire breast. The hand between my legs brushed
lightly against the skin on my thigh, them moved up, brushing against the
most sensitive area of my body. Up again, pressing against my clit, making
the wetness between my legs grow even more potent. Suddenly, with a jerk,
the bus started moving at a normal pace again. The hands withdrew as the
bus neared the terminal, and even though it wasn't my stop, I pushed
toward the door, suddenly needing to get outside and get fresh air.

I stumbled to the terminal, and, still shaking, sat down on a bench. I
breathed deeply, struggling to get my heartrate under control. The total
experience was shockingly arousing, and it would take me a while to calm
down. I sat on that bench for about half an hour before I stood up again. I
called a cab and had it take me home. The long drive in rush hour traffic
gave me plenty of time to remember what happened. By the time the cab
arrived at the apartment building I lived in, reliving every touch and caress
had me completely aroused again. I hurried inside and into the elevator. I
couldn't wait until I got into my apartment and into the shower. I
*definitely needed a cold shower. Standing in front of my door, I stopped.
This was completely crazy. I was getting turned on by the memory of
getting groped and felt up on a bus! I mean, some pervert had his hands all
over my body, and I was excited by it! I shook my head. Maybe I was
right, maybe all I needed was a cold shower. Yeah, that's it. A cold
shower.

I stood in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom, looking at my
reflection. Turning slightly, side to side, I looked over my body. Come
what may, I looked good. My body was in great shape, and my looks were
not too bad, either. I supposed it was only natural that the man on the bus
was attracted. But why did I get so turned on by the whole experience? I
should be feeling dirty, and violated... and instead, I was still turned on. I
unbuttoned my blouse and let it slip to the floor. My hands ran lightly over
my skin, starting a shiver that ran all through my body. I reached behind
and unzipped my skirt, and stepped out of it. I stood before the mirror,
wearing only my bra and panties. Undoing the clasp in the front of the bra,
I took it off. Lightly cupping my breasts, I started running my hands over
my skin. Then, slowly, I reached down and started to take off my panties.
When I held them in my hand, I noticed they were soaking wet. I let them
slip to the floor and slowly let my hands drift lower and lower. I slipped my
fingers between my outer lips, brushing my fingers along them, lightly
touching my swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I
backed up until I reached the edge of the bathtub, and sat down. I spread
my legs and reached down again. Looking into the mirror, I could see
everything that I did. My fingers slipped inside my cunt, penetrating only
slightly. It was enough to send a wave of intense pleasure through me.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub was uncomfortable, but I was too far
gone into the pleasure I was feeling that I ignored the discomfort and kept
going. I decided to go for the quick thrill right now and then enjoy myself
in the evening. Moving my fingers to my clit, I started rubbing harder and
harder. Very soon, I felt the explosion of an orgasm building up. I looked
at myself in the mirror, and the image I saw set me off. I came with a small
cry and slipped off the bathtub edge. Landing on the floor jolted me back
to reality. I stood up, started the water for the shower running and stepped
into the shower stall. I wanted to get composed before I started doing
anything else, and I had a lot to do that evening.

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