I’m not the kind of girl you would look at and expect such behavior from. I don’t usually show cleavage, and If I’m wearing a short skirt it’s never *too* short and it’s never without pantyhose. Today I was wearing one of these skirts, tight around the ass because even though I dress professionally I still like to look nice. I also have a high sex drive, which is difficult to control sometimes, but these days I do a pretty good job of keeping it separate from my regular life. Sometimes it comes out in little ways though. Like recently, I’ve been skipping the panties and just wearing the panyhose. Not a big deal, right? That’s what I thought- just something for myself. I like the feeling of the sheer material against me, and just the thought that I might accidentally flash someone is enough.
It’s happened to me before, getting groped on public transportation. Usually nothing more than just a hand lingering a little too long where it shouldn’t be. They think they’re being subtle about it, but I always know the difference between accidental and intentional. This time he went a little further. No matter how many times it happens, it’s scary. I knew something was up before he even touched me. He was an older guy, maybe 50 or so. Overweight. Not attractive in the least. He made eye contact with me, did the usual body check that men do. He looked a little longer than I would have liked for an evening alone on an almost empty bus. I was starting to regret standing near the back as he walked slowly towards the back, paused, and then walked over to stand behind me.
I just stood, eyes fixed on the window but not taking in any of the scenery, caught between the desire to move somewhere else and the fear that moving would cause a scene. I could hear his breathing, but he wasn’t saying anything. Several long moments passed. His heavy breathing continued, just audible under the sound of the bus. Maybe he wouldn’t do anything after all, just stand behind me breathing unnervingly. I could deal with that- there were only a couple stops until mine.
I was starting to relax slightly when I felt his fingers very faintly at my waist. I think my mouth actually opened slightly with shock. I froze, my senses focused entirely on the feeling of his fingers trailing downward. I couldn’t help it – it had been a while since I’d been touched by a man. I felt my body reacting, oblivious to my revulsion. Despite my internal protests he continued, lifting up my skirt just enough to slip his hand between my thighs. He ran his hand up and down my inner thighs, teasing me. I shifted my body slightly in an attempt to get more contact. My cheeks were burning with shame but I couldn’t stop myself. He rubbed gently at first and I’m sure he felt how wet I got through the gauzy material of my pantyhose. Part of me wanted to scream and part of me wanted to give in completely and enjoy it. He became more aggressive, and actually tore the fine material. I kept my body still and my eyes glued to the window. I was making every effort to show no outward signs of pleasure as he pushed one finger into me.
I sighed, a mix of disappointment and relief as the bus came to a halt at my stop
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9xrtpr/fm_i_got_groped_on_the_bus_today_and_i_liked_it
Just be always careful.
Girl call the cops wtf