I'd see you on the bus. It's very crowded. You stand extremely close to me, as the bus lurches forward you stumble for a second but I put my hand on your waist to steady you. You look up at me and mouth 'thank you' and then turn away.
My hand still on your waist starts tracing down your leg, past your hip and thigh until it reaches the hem of your skirt.
You try to react like nothing's happening until my hand goes under your skirt between your legs and starts rubbing you through your panties.
Your body stiffens and you try to close your thighs together but my hand is too strong. I pull you closer to me my free hand wrapped around your waist. You feel the bulge in my pants pressed against your ass.
I whisper i thought you were grateful as the hand from your waist slips inside your blouse and starts massaging your tit
....I can go on if you want?
you’d quickly realize I’d only been trying to close my legs on surprised reflex as I let my ass grind against your bulge, encouraging your touch. my eyes glance around us to make sure no one looks like they’ll report us, but it’s clear my main focus is just on basking in the feeling of being groped by you.
you had know idea the way my body lit up in excitement when you caught my waist, so of course you’d have no way to guess the politely dressed woman on the bus was a pervert who’d be soaked at the first grope
wherever I was going before, my new priority is enjoying the chance you’ve given us by being brave enough to touch me more than what a normal girl would allow
