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By HanSolo
A 44 yr old woman is fingered by a stranger on the bus.
Laura, a 44-year-old graphic designer, was packed into the evening bus like sardines in a tin, her body wedged against the metal pole in the aisle. Her day at work had been long, filled with the stress of tight deadlines and unsatisfied clients. Her mind was busy sorting through her to-do list when she felt the unexpected touch. A hand, smooth and confident, slid up her skirt, the fingers belonging to a young black teenager seated next to her.
The bus was a cacophony of city life – the chatter of commuters, the beeping of phones, the occasional laugh or sigh. The neon lights outside flickered past the windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the passengers’ faces. Laura glanced down; his hand was now on her thigh, moving with an assurance that made her stomach flip with shock and indignation.
This can’t be happening. Not here, not like this. She tried to shift away, but the crowd around her was like an impenetrable wall. His hand moved higher, the warmth of his fingers against her skin sending a chill through her despite the heat of the bus.
His touch was deliberate, his long black fingers tracing patterns on her thighs, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. She could feel the roughness of his fingertips, calloused perhaps from sports or work, contrasting with the softness of her own skin. Laura looked around, her eyes scanning the faces around her – a tired-looking woman in a nurse’s uniform, her eyes closed against the day’s fatigue; a middle-aged man with headphones, lost in his own world; a group of teenagers laughing over a shared phone screen, oblivious to anything but their own amusement.
No one is looking. No one can see. But I can’t let this happen. Her internal dialogue was frantic, but the hand was relentless, now brushing against her panties. She felt the fabric shift, his fingers inching closer to her core. The sensation was both intrusive and oddly intense, her body reacting in ways her mind rebelled against.
His finger slipped inside her panties, the warmth of his touch against her clit making her breath catch. She was reluctant, her body stiffening, her mind screaming stop, but her arousal was betraying her. His fingers were skilled, circling with just the right pressure, igniting a fire she didn’t want to acknowledge.
As she felt his fingers, long and slender, slide into her, Laura’s internal battle intensified. She could feel every detail of his fingers – the slight roughness, the warmth, the way they stretched her. Her body was wet, responding despite her mental protests. His thumb now pressed against her anus, adding another layer of sensation that was both shocking and stimulating.
This is wrong. This is violating. Why does it feel… she couldn’t complete the thought, her body shuddering slightly as he moved inside her. She looked around again, her gaze catching a man reading a book, his face expressionless; a young mother with a baby sleeping in her arms, her attention solely on her child; a couple whispering to each other, their intimacy making Laura feel even more exposed.
Her reluctance was like a fortress, but it was crumbling under the assault of pleasure. His fingers thrust deeper, his thumb circling her rear, creating a rhythm that matched the bus’s jolts. She clenched her jaw, her nails digging into the pole for support, as the first wave of an orgasm crashed over her.
It was involuntary, a silent explosion within her that made her knees weak. No, no, I didn’t want this. But her body disagreed, her walls clamping around his fingers, a silent testament to the unwanted pleasure.
The relentless touch continued, his fingers now slick with her arousal, moving with a purpose that was both cruel and skilled. Laura felt another orgasm building, her reluctance still strong in her mind but fading in her physical responses. She bit her lip, hard, tasting blood to keep from crying out.
His fingers were like an instrument of both torture and ecstasy, stretching her, filling her, his thumb pressing and circling, adding to the complex sensations. She glanced around again, the world outside the bus a blur of lights and shadows, the people inside her own personal hell and heaven. An old man with a cane, his eyes clouded with age, unlikely to see; a businesswoman typing furiously on her laptop, oblivious; a young man with earbuds, his head bobbing to music.
As her stop approached, the second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, more intense, dragging her into its depths. Her cunt pulsed around his fingers, her body convulsing subtly with each wave. I should be screaming, I should be pushing him away. But all she could do was ride the wave, her face a mask of controlled agony and ecstasy.
The bus slowed, and his hand withdrew, leaving her in a state of shock, her panties damp with her own arousal. She stepped off the bus, her legs shaky, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions – violation, confusion, an unsettling pleasure she couldn’t reconcile with her reluctance.
Walking home, each step was heavy with the weight of what had happened. In her room, she lay awake, her thoughts a tumultuous sea. The physical sensation was undeniable, but the consent, the control, had been stripped from her. She was left questioning her own body, her reactions, and the murky waters between what was forced and what was felt.
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By HanSolo
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