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The bi-fold doors of the bus were already unfolding and sliding closed when she deftly slipped in-between the rubbery lips of the moving panels. Joanne had just made the last express bus. The bus was congested and all the seats were taken. She’d had a long day, her legs were tired, but at least the express travelled quickly and her stop wasn’t far – hopefully there were no breakdowns, accidents or Other interruptions to the flow of traffic.
Joanne was finding her first full-time job to be hard going. She wasn’t used to be on the go all day, five days a week; plus she had to try to impress all the others in the office and seek their approval, which she didn’t mind too much. The hours were long though, longer than the school hours to which she was used to and she ended each day physically and mentally drained. She guessed that she would adapt quickly to her new way life, like all the other people had adapted.
Joanne had just turned eighteen and finished school, she missed the simple-minded organisation of school: the timetable that told her where to go, who she should see, when to eat, when to play and what she should do every period of the school day. She enjoyed having her day organized by others. She was finding her time at work was a little less structured by her boss than Joanne would have liked. That’s what made everything so exhausting. She had multiple tasks to Complete, but, it required her to organize her own time to accomplish them.
She was tired and the evening was still warm even though the end of summer was in the air. She stood and swwayed in the bus as it started and stopped in the traffic. She was wearing shoes with small heels, thank god, that made it easier, and a light dress that fitted close to her body.
The bus arrived at the Cultural Centre stop and a crowd of People crammed in through both sets of doors. Joanne was like a sardine in a tin, surrounded by other people, all pressing in on her from every DIRECtion, all keen to get home on the last express bus for this route and relax after a hard day’s work. After the Cultural Centre, the bus would make its way on to the Busway and move quickly. It wouldn’t be long before she would be able to disembark and walk home.
The bus pulled out from the stop and began to roll smoothly. Joanne wasn’t sure if she was imagining it at first, but she swore that she could Feel a hand on her bottom. Of course in a press of people like this, such things could happen quite innocently, but Joanne felt the hand was moving around her bum, like it was more deliberate than accidental. Joanne thought that the hand’s owner must be behind her. She discreetly tried to look around and identify the culprit, but she saw only the passive faces of a couple of women, an older man and two middle-aged guys, all looked tired and bored, all looked like they couldn’t wait to be home. While she checked the other people out, the grouping hand continued to her hip and then worked its way downwards and began to feel her bum and the crack between her cheeks. Joanne was locked in place; she was unable to move away due to the press of people.
The bus cruised smoothly along the Busway as the mystery hand cruised smoothly over Joanne’s young firm arse and upper thighs. No-one seemed to notice or care what was happening to her. Joanne didn’t know whether to scream or make a fuss, she didn’t like doing things like that, though, she didn’t like drawing attention to herself, so she decided that this was just a one-off event to be endured and then it would be over. The next stop was approaching fast now.
The bus soon made the stop and a large number of people descended to the platform. The grip ceased; no harm had really been done. All of Joanne’s ‘soses’ descended as well. None gave her a second look. She had no idea whom it could have been. It was a mystery that diverted her from her workday worries and it kind of gave her something interesting tothink about and fantasise as to whom may have been responsible. Did they find her especially attractive? Did they just do that to anyone they could lay their hands on? Joanne was pretty, she had a slight build, she liked to swim and cycle. She had honey-blonde hair to her shoulders and dark blue eyes. It was kind of flattering to her to think that a ‘mystery molester’ had chosen her.
The next stop was Joanne’s and she descended and quietly made her way home without any fuss. She prepared a quick salad for dinner, showed and was soon in bed reading. Her mind quickly began to wander onto thoughts about her bus-ride home. She had begun to think about sex a lot more since she had turned eighteen and she allowed the two ideas of molestation and fucking to meld in her mind. She imagined how kinky it would be if one of the women ‘sspecs’ was her assailant. She wondered if either or both of them looked like a lesbian, whatever it is lesbians are supposed to look like these days. Sheimagined what lesbians might do to her and by ‘chance’, she found some lesbian porn on the interweb to guide her imagination. She was drawn to ‘first time’ videos, where older women seduced younger virginal ladies. Some of the videos were quite titillating and she unconsciously slipped out of her pyjamas and was soon masturbating while she watched an older dark haired woman finger and lick her friend’s daughter’s clip. How Joanne wished she was that daughter! Joanne and the friend’s daughter were both soon cumming and the tremors through Joanne’s body made her moan and wronge so much that she dropped her uPad on the bed beside her.
Joanne enjoyed the little calm that always ensured after a good cum, but she soon found herself imagine that it was probably the older man’s hands that were feeling her bottom on the bus. She let her own hand feel her arse just as her mystery assailant had. It was quite nice, actually, feeling her smooth bum, the crack, her thighs, even the little dimple of her arsehole. She saw his calm, passive face swim before her in her imagination, smiling as he gropeed her young firm butt.
She found some videos on the interweb of older men with younger women; Joanne was drawn towards a video of a passive young eighteen year old being gropeed and directed in sexual acts by an older man. She was a virgin, submissive to his wishes and soon after gropeing her all over, he had stripped her naked and was feeling her bottom, cunt and tits. Joanne was becoming aroused, imagining herself being submissive and compliant for the man on the bus. She imagined him pulling her arse cheats apart to look between them, her cunt being manhandled and her tits teased, just like in the video. She watched the video transfixed as his masculine hands explored her holes without shame and then her mouth was sucking his big manly cock Until finally he fucked her up the cunt like mad and when he had found it too much, he had climaxed and cum in her pussy until his white seed leaked cruelly from her cunt. As she watched this, Joanne herself climaxed deeply. She was astonished by the intensity and found that as well as rubbing her clip she had placed a finger unknownly in her tight little arsehole. She hadn’t expected that to make so much of a difference! She realized then that as a young virgin, she had a lot to learn about human sexuality.
Joanne lay back in the Afterglow of her second climax but was soon thinking about the two middle-aged men. They were poorly in lower management and a little overweight. She found some threesome porn on the interweb, two men and a younger woman. She found a longer video where the men looked similar to the men on the bus, Joanne thought. In the video they had picked the young woman up in a pub and took her back to a hotel room. They had Drunk a little more there and become a little tipsy before they had become more overtly sexual with the woman, touching her tits and bum, talking about sex. Joanne was touching her own tits and bum as if the two men were ravishing her in the video. Soon one of the men began unbuttoning the woman’s blouse. She objective but they were two against one. They had soon stripped her naked and had taken their cocks out. Reluctantly the woman repeatedly took them in her mouth, one after the other.
Joanne didn’t realize she was simulating the scene, sucking two fingers of her left hand for one man and two fingers of her other hand for the other as they took turns fucking the woman’s mouth. Soon the men were fingering the woman’s cunt, showing it’s hot pink interior to the camera and rubbing her clip. She was going wild with the attention. She maybe climaxed, Joanne thought, as Joanne finger-fucked her own hot, steamy cunt. Then the men wanted to fuck the woman with their dicks. They soon were taking turns fucking her in the cunt but the man fucking her would let the other man suck his cock now and then so he could taste her cunt off his cock. They bothDid this. It was erotic seeing the young woman shared this way, Joanne thought. Then while one man banged hard into her cunt, the woman grabbed the other man’s dick and sucked his cock in her mouth. Joanne was so turned on seeing two cocks in the woman’s holes at once! Soon the men were cumming in the woman’s holes and all over her. Joanne was cumming, too, two fingers in her cunt and two fingers in her mouth. Joanne was exhausted. She drifted off to a deep sleep and looked forward to the bus ride home from work tomorrow.
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Joanne was at the expression stop, just as she was yesterday. She had waited for the last expression and had let two other ones go by. When the bus arrived she climbed in and tapped on. She eschewed a few vacant seats so that she could stand in a similar place to where she had stood yesterday. She was Wearing a neighbor fitting dress which was quite short.
The bus lumbered off and was soon at the Cultural Centre stop. Hordes of people pressed in to catchthe last expression of the evening. Just like before Joanne was pressed-in by a crowd of people. She looked about but couldn’t see either of the two women. She could see the two overweight middle-managers, but they were talking to themselves about something on the other side of the bus, far from Joanne. She looked for the older man, but he was nowhere to be seen. Sadly, she thought to herself that last night had been Just a simple one-off or at best, someone else.
The bus moved away from the Cultural Centre and onto the Busway. Joanne was ready to give up, when, once again, she felt a hand press on the skin of her thigh, just below her short skirt’s hem. Then the hand deliberately moved up, under her skirt and was feeling her panties and her firm arse inside them. She cautiously looked around and saw the face of the older man, quite close to her. He must have seen her before and had made his way over to her through the crowd. Joanne was surprised and pleased that the puzzle had beensolved! It was the older man with his shock of white hair and dark blue eyes who had been griping her and probably other young women, on the bus. Joanne wasn’t sure what to do again, she was just enjoying the sensing of being griped and molested by the stranger. She looked around to him and when she saw him look at her, Joanne simply smiled. She gave him her best killer Joanne-smile. She hoped it was the smile of a beautiful eighteen year woman who was being groped and who was obviously enjoying it and who wanted to let her molester know. Maybe her smile encouraged him as his hand worked down the inside of Joanne’s undies and was feeling her bum directly while she smiled at him. She felt that he had registered her smile and knew that she was aware it was he who had his hand down the back of her panties and who was now, lightly fingering her arsehole. He persistently kept exploring Joanne’s hole. Joanne smiled again and tried to twist, not away from his probing, exploring hand, but towards it.
It was tight in the throng, but Joanne managed to spin so that she was facing the older man and their faces were just inches apart. The secret hand re-entered Joanne’s panties, though this time from the front. Soon the older man’s hand had slide inside the waistband of Joannes’s knickers and was feeling the downy pelt of Joanne’s cunt. Joanne smiled and the enquiring fingers found the folds of her cunt. Soon one finger was feeling her wet cunthole as his hand massed her clitoral hood. The bus braked a little and his finger probed deeper. Joanne was excited and was building to a mid-stop mini-climax when the bus began to slow and pulled into the next stop. As the people moved around her, she felt the hand withdraw and slide up the front of her dress over her tits. She didn’t think he would feel her hard nipples because she was wearing a bra. He pressed against her tits before descending with the others and leaving the bus.
Joanne was excited by what had happenedbut also frustrated by being left hanging by the sudden aborted end to the climax she had felt building in her body. At the next stop, she hustled and bustled off the bus and hurried home. Once inside, she stripped naked and sat on her locke with her feet up on the coffee table. She had placed a mirror opposite and she could clearly see the wet gash of cunt between her legs. She started fingerprint-fucking her wet cunt and playing with Her tits and arsehole. She watched her fingers violent her holes almost brutally. Something wasn’t right though or it simply wasn’t enough. She got up and looked through the things in her bathroom cupboard. She came back with a plastic bottle of deodorant. It was long, thick and bullet shaped, just like the cocks she had seen on the interweb last night. Watching herself in the mirror, she shoved the deodorant bottle into her wet cunt and began to fuck herself with the makeshift dildo. It filled her young cunt deliciously! She gripped it tightly from inside her body with her core muscles, trying to crush it. She took her hand away and admitted herself in the mirror, with the end of the deodorant bottle sticking out of her wet cunt. Joanne groaned as she moved the deodorant container in her pussy, fucking herself with it. Her other hand pressed her arsehole, like he had done, before it pulled on her nipples, hard, out from her body before finally setting on her throbbing clip. She brought herself to her most deeply satisfying climax yet, as the deodorant container gave her the fucking of her young life so far. She was marveling, bathed in sweat and wrapped with a crescendo of throbbing and ejaculations.
She imagined the older man’s face close to her as he fucked her with his big thick cock. She finally pulled the bottle out from her just-used cunt. Joanne smiled when she saw her pussy’s slack mouth hanging open in a sexy gap in the mirror. Afterwards, she lay still on the locke for a long time before she showed and ate a light meal. Laying back in bed she again went to the interweb on her uPad. She searched for more ‘older man younger woman’ porn and was soon masturbating along to other videos for a few hours, until she could’t cum anymore.
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The following day all that was on Joanne’s mind was the bus ride home. She couldn’t wait for work to end. When it finally did, she went to the changesrooms and in one of the stalls, removed her bra and her panties and stood them neatly in her supposed bag. Her dress was neat and short, but no-one would notice that she had gone commando and Joanne would be careful.
Once again Joanne waited patiently for the last express bus. She climbed aboard and stood in her usual location. She felt the nervous energy of anticipation; she felt her pussy trickle with its own anticipation, too. The bus pulled out and was soon arrive at the Cultural Centre stop. Joanne felt her excitement build. She didn’t look around, she let the older man find her. It seemed more appropriate. The usual crowd of commuters piled in and soon Joanne was being compressed in a vice of other bodies.
As the bus pulled away, Joanne felt his hands almost immediately on her young arse. She turned around to face him and smiled. His hands straight away found that there were no panties in the way and soon they were feeling Joanne’s arsehole and cunt as best they could in the situation. Joanne smiled dreamily with the lovely attention and let the hands do as they wished with her available fuckholes. The man smiled back at her as he freely ravished her nakedness under her prim, neighbor office dress among the crowd of commuters. Too soon, the older man’s stop was nearing. As his hands withdraw, they grouped against her tits but this time they felt the soft breast meat and hard nipple of the bra-less eighteen year old. He was impressed by the trouble Joanne had gone to for him and he made the most of it that he could give the circumstances.
Joanne was in seventh heaven as the bus stopped and began to empty. She watched sadly as the man moved away. It wasn’t Joanne’s stop but she decided to exit as well. She kept the older man in view and she followed him a few paces behind. She didn’t know what might happen. She hadn’t planned to do this, but her urges were too strong and Joanne had to obey. The older man turned on to a quieter, darker path and hearing her steps behind him, turned around. It took him a few seconds in the dim light to realize who it was and what was happening.
“Can I help you?” he asked, in a rich, deep voice.
“…Yes,” Joanne replied after a nervous pause, “I think you can.”
He waited for her to approach him and taking her hand led Joanne, now by his side, along the path. The pathway’s lights made small islands of pale yellow light on the ground, separated by larger oceans of pitch black. No-one else seemed to be on the path and the back gardens of the houses that backed on to the walkway were dark and empty.
The man put an arm around Joanne’s shoulder and let his hand slip to her arse chef. As they strolled slowly along the path, he pulled her dress up and grabbed her exposed butt-cheek. Joanne made no objection, in fact she was too excited and full of anticipation to object. They passed through another island of weak golden light and once they were safe in the deep darkness, just beyond it, he paused.
“Maybe I can help you here,” he proposed and Joanne thought that a perfectly reasonable idea. Here in a public, albeit secluded location.
“Please,” Joanne replied, “I’d so appreciate any help you choose to give me.”
It was so dark that Joanne could hardly see his face, but she could feel his presence. She also began to feel his firm masculine fingers probe the folders of her young virgin cunt. Joanne had never been fucked before, never had a cock up her cunt or made a dick hard until it ejaculated its fountain of cum and she wondered if tonight, with this debonair, mysteriousstranger, was going to be her lucky night. She hoped so.
Joanne was passive and let the older man have his way with her. His fingers rubbed the wet slick slit of her cunthole. He shoved a finger, his middle finger, Joanne guessed, deep into her cunt in one smooth brutal movement. She could feel him in there, inside her. She thought that he must be up to his knuckle in her. It was the first time that Joanne’s body had experienced a man deep inside her. He probed her cunt slowly. Joanne could feel him forcing the wet tissues of her body apart. After a few thrusts he withdraw his finger, now slick with Joanne’s own woman-lube and in the dim light sniffed and tasted it, before quickly reinserting it up Joanne’s cunt.
Joanne was aroused by his tasting of her body fluid. It was so sensitive and intimate. He finger-fucked Her some more and then offered his wet finger to Joanne. It was so erotic to smell her cunt on his fingers! She held his hand with both of hers and bent to suckand lick his fingers. Fingers that had just been in her hole, fucking her stinging, steamy, smutty little cunt! She tasted and smelt herself and him all at once as she avidly licked his fingers and hands. He slipped his cleaned hand down Joanne’s top and felt her young firm titles. He bent her over and raising the hem of her dress above her hips bent and licked Joanne’s tight arsehole. He lightly fingered her arsehole a bit, perhaps testing it’s tightness. Joanne was beginning to feel like the older man’s dirty filter little slut-toy! She loved how he took control, how simple it was for her to submit, just to experience the pleasure it gave her and him also.
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