Well-Planned Bus Ride - Sex Stories

Well-Planned Bus Ride

... not be caught starting at the "bus folk" if it did happen to be a stranger. Time crept slowly, as Riverside Park was a good 20 minutes away by car, so Amber guessed it was nearly double that on a bus. A few minutes later, the bus neared another known bus stop, but oddly enough, it didn't even slow down, let alone stop to see if anyone needed a ride. Odd, Amber thought to herself. Maybe there was no one waiting. She quickly forgot about the unimportant event, knowing she was far from a city bus expert. Jack began small talk with Amber, asking about the new 'fella' she was with, and how her family was doing with the change. Amber answered with excitement, as she did enjoy talking about herself. That was one reason she wanted to keep Jack as a friend, he was such a good listener. She could talk for hours, and he was always very tuned in to whatever her life was focused around at any given time. She explained how he was definitely NOT the same guy she cheated on Jack with, that the infidelious lover didn't mean anything to her, so not to worry about him, thinking it would make Jack a little more at ease. She continued, explaining to her "friend" that she had yet to tell her parents about the breakup since they had been so fond of Jack, when, suddenly, she felt a hand gently caress against her right butt cheek. Her eyes widened, and she stopped talking, to which Jack asked what the matter was. She brushed the event off, blaming it on either a pervert trying to cop a feel or an ...

... honest mistake due to a sharp corner. She would rather not cause a fuss in case it was the later of the two. She continued her story when, again, she gasped. The hand again felt her up, she was SURE of it! She glanced behind her, only to find the familiar-looking boy from earlier listening to his iPod. He wasn't paying any attention to her at all. Amber turned back to Jack, who had a weird look of confusion on his face, as she assured him that it was "Nothing, I just... got cold all the sudden. Stupid breeze." The words had barely escaped her lips, when again, the hand touched her, grazing against the bottom seem of her jean-shorts.She tried her best to ignore the prodding hand, but after another 5 seconds or so, it was back, running its fingers across her bare skin, too low for the shorts to cover. She again turned back, only to see the familiar stranger looking a bit TOO preoccupied with something on the ceiling. She turned back around, hoping her accusing glare would crush her molester's braveness. Again, she was proven wrong, as the hand returned, this time distinctively squeezing on her ass. She quickly swatted at the intruding hand without looking back. Jack looked even more confused as Amber again continued with her story. Growing braver now, the hand returned a few seconds later, another squeeze of her ample tush. She swatted it away, harder this time. Turning around, and without a warning, she scolded the familiar stranger with a firm "You had better cut it out, got ...