The bus wasn’t this crowded when you got on it, but as it has moved toward the city center it seemed more people were boarding than not. You’d had a comfortable seat to yourself near the back, but now found yourself standing after giving up your space to an elderly woman in exchange for a sneer and scoff.

You are standing near the rear doors when a large group is picked up. You shuffle closer to the door, easily within the ‘Do Not Stand’ box, but you aren’t the only one and nobody seems to care. You turn to face out the window to at least distract yourself from the close proximity of all these strangers.

The bus starts moving again, and you feel a jostle as someone moves into contact with you from behind. What surprises you is that they don’t move away. You catch glimpses of a man’s reflection in the window. Taller than you, with a beard and nice haircut. He’s wearing a blazer and no tie and you can see the strap of a satchel across his chest. You’re about to turn around to get a better look when you feel a hand on your hip.

You freeze. You’re wearing a cute white dress that only comes down to mid-thigh, so even with his hand just on your hip it is tantalizingly close to bare skin.

There’s a bump as the bus passes over some obstacle, and his other hand is now gripping the hand you have on the support strut. It takes a moment, but you notice that the hand from your hip is now resting on your belly, holding you close against the man behind you. You can smell his aftershave as your head pressed against his chest.

You place your free hand on the support strut with your other, and the hand he has there pins both of yours together in a way you find exciting. He takes your new posture as permission, and the hand on your stomach begins to slowly move up and down, gently stroking you through your dress.

It only takes a few ever lengthening movements of his hand before he’s lightly brushing against the bottom of your breasts at one end of the journey, and tickling the skin below your hemline on the other. This carries on for several blocks, with the bus still making stops, but only to inform the waiting passengers that there is no room to get on.

At one stop you find that your eyes have closed as his hand cups your left breast while his thumb explores your exposed skin in the peekaboo opening below your collar. You open your eyes and see that outside the window some of the waiting passengers have noticed this happening and are staring at you aghast. They disappear from view as the bus proceeds, his hand sliding back to your thighs at the same time.

You feel your hem lift slightly as the hand begins to explore the bottom of your dress as thoroughly as it did the top. Your knees buckle slightly, your mary jane shoes crossing as you gasp at this new intrusion. You feel his hand on your inner thigh, the soft touch belies the predatory way it is reaching towards your sex.

Even though you are expecting it, the first touch his fingers make against your panties is electric. His touch is firm and insistent, but never uncomfortable as he begins to trace the shape of your lips through the gusset of your underwear, paying special attention to your clitoris.

Suddenly he grabs your pussy with his hand firmly, and pulls you back into his groin had enough you can feel his erection against you. He releases one of your hands which drops to your side, only to be directed by him onto his bulge. As he continues to molest your cunt, your fingers blindly explore the shape and size of the cock pressing against you.

You have just found his zipper and are about to operate it when the bus stops and people begin to exit. Suddenly, his hands aren’t touching you any more, and you feel a coolness as his body is no longer pressed against you.

Your phone vibrates as the doors begin to close again, and you see him just outside looking at you, with his phone in his hands. You take your phone out and read the text message you just received:

“Same time tomorrow?”