Saturday

I’ve been felt up in clubs before, a little at school. On Saturday afternoon was the first time on a bus. I never saw it coming! I wasn’t sure what he got from it either, he didn’t get off, didn’t get in my knickers. I sat down, them moved up to let him sit beside me. I was heading to town to meet my mum. I was wearing jeans shirt, coat, underwear. it was rainy and cold.
At first it was just his leg, his legs open and one pressed against mine. Then his hand on my knee under my coat. I moved it off he put it back on. That’s how the journey was, a sort of mostly silent struggle between us. Him feeling, me pulling at his hands. His hand on my thigh, then cupping my breast, then pinching trying to find my nipple. Then my bum, then to the front of my jeans, hard tying to find my vagina. Me squeezing my legs as tight as I can. Then back to my shirt and his fingers trying to get inside the buttons.
I never made a scene at school, in a club and I didn’t again. Too mortifying. He started trying to undo my jeans though and I hissed don’t I’ll scream. I think I would have done. He stopped. Didn’t stop feeling me but stopped that at least. We hit a sort of stalemate. Him feeling me under my coat, me not really stopping him. Now my legs aren’t squeezed shut and he feels my pussy through my jeans.
When we arrived at the bus station he got up, let me out in front of him and then pressed against my coat as we waited to get off. I got off, got to meet my mum as quick as I could. Did it turn me on? No. In a club it’s different, it’s nice, sexy, I’ve had my skirt pulled up before and I’ve quite enjoyed it, knowing others could see my bum, my panties. But not sexy in a bus!
I told my fella Saturday night, he made me show him, he got mad, then turned on and was super hard as he did me. That turned me on.

By Anonymous

Embarrassing CONFESSION

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