Chapter 1: Introduction
The bus groaned to a halt at the curb, its doors hissing open with a sigh of relief. Megan stepped aboard, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was used to the stares, used to the unwanted glances that lingered a beat too long on her chest before darting away. It didn't make it any easier, though. She adjusted her bag, hoping to hide behind it, and slipped into the first empty seat she found.
The bus was a beast of a thing, its metal skeleton clanking and clattering like a chain gang as it jostled along the city streets.
megan found a set of sets that faced across from each other so she out her feet up and tried to relax, but the bus wasn't cooperating. It lurched and swayed, and she had to grip the armrests to keep from sliding into the lap of the man across from her - a man who was already giving her a look that made her skin crawl.
Lucky for megan he got off so she out her feet on the other seats and leaned her head against the window, closing her eyes. But it wasn't long before she felt it again - that prickle at the back of her neck, that sense of being watched. Megan drifted off into a sleep
while megan was asleep 2 old men sat across from her and next to her. The man sat across from her saw her feet up on the seat and her skirt hitching up a bit, he nudged his friend and they started to whisper.
"Look at those legs." the first man said, his eyes roaming up and down her body.
"And those," the second man said, gesturing at her chest.
Megan stirred, a frown marring her forehead as she felt their gazes. She shifted in her seat, trying to cover herself, but the men just chuckled.
"Come on, don't be shy," the first man said, his voice too loud.
"She's asking for it, sitting there like that."
Megan kept pretending to sleep intrigued
how they were actually talking about her like she wasn't there. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her palms slick with sweat. She wanted to scream at them to stop, to get off the bus and leave her alone, but she was paralyzed.
"Just look at those tits, barely contained in that top."
Megan wanted to see how far they would go and stayed faking to sleep though out the bus journey .
"Can you imagine what it would be like to have a taste of that?" the second man said, his voice leering.
"I bet she's a wild one."
The man across from megan started to record her
on his phone. The second man took his hand and placed it on megan's leg. Megan's eyes shot open, her body tensing as she looked down at the hand on her thigh.
The man across from her was smirking, his phone still in his other hand. She could see herself on the screen, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. She was outraged, humiliated, and terrified all at once. She closed her eyes still pretending to sleep
the megan then looked at megans panties and said "she is not wearing any panties under her skirt, she must be a real slut."
The man across from her then kneeled down infront of her and out his hesd between her legs he pass his phone to his friend so he can watch and record what he is doing. Megan was so upset she wanted to kick him in the face but she knew that would not help her situation.
He started to touch her pussy lips and then started to rub them with his fingers. Then he stuck his tongue out and he started to lick her pussy. Megan was still pretending to sleep but she was so turned on by this.
He reached up and started to play with her tits squeezing them and pinching her nipples through her top.
The other man was still recording everything.
Megan could hear the wet sounds of the man between her legs, feel the way his tongue was lapping at her, making her squirm. She bit her lip, trying to keep her breathing steady, trying not to give away that she was very much awake and very much enjoying this.
"Fuck, she's so wet," the man between her legs murmured, his voice muffled against her pussy. "She's loving this, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Megan didn't respond, but she couldn't stop her hips from moving, from grinding against his face. She could feel her orgasm building, like a storm brewing inside her.