Uncertainly jerked, immediately getting a tighter touch.
What usually do in such cases?
Outraged? What if it is accidental, and blame an innocent person. And if on purpose, why? He knows that I can scream, it's the same risk as to be accused of harassment in a close bus. Do not run away, they will score with bags.

On the other hand, you will not swing your bag. I gasped. Thoughts ran quickly, scared, like shreds, not to concentrate.

Most likely this is just inadvertent. Close to the man stands, and that concerns forced because of the movement of the bus.

The bus is packed so tightly that it doesn’t even turn around and look. The skirt of friction crumpled, rising to the buttocks, and all my stupid desire to show off in a short skirt, put on a multi-layered chiffon, thought, I would be quivering like a butterfly. Here the unknown entomologist fixed me in a stupid crush.

Probably in shock and he thinks how delicately to unhook.

With a twitch, I received a sharp and short flash of pleasant sensations right on the lips of the sex, there they touched with a soft dense movement, gliding. It does not seem like a random touch. Ooh.

God, I hope this is someone normal, not a woman though. Lesbians more than guys divorced. Let it be a guy, because it does nicely, but can I not feel the pleasure of a girl?

I read a description of the bus harassment. There the guy stroked for a long time, fingered with his fingers, sighed and was impressed.
I got obviously a non-expert in high art of seduction. Because my neighbor pressed quietly one minute at most, and then moved decisively. Oh, now I see, these are fingers ...
And even with the other hand, I started to hold my hip with my second hand, when in surprise I jerked in an attempt to turn around.

I am standing, just trying to figure out what is going on, and I’m already actively rubbing the lip of the genital lips. And the bus contributes to this, sways.

I do not know what happens at such moments with other girls, somehow not shared yet. But I, specifically I, could not do anything and did not want to. Like a somnambulist.

I was tense, tense, to trembling in the legs well from how I rubbed. Perineum poured waves of pleasure, it's like hypnosis, you lose yourself under the pressure of someone else's will, you just want to moan and arch. It is even better than the clitoris.

Clitoris - sharp and bright. And the back part of the folds, hidden under the buttocks, gives languor.
I want to lie down, fall from impotence and ... nowhere.

Between the legs, other people's fingers were confidently replaced by an even more pleasant one. Dense, recognizable snake. He is clearly tall, because he crouched and hugged around, even pressed his knees from the sides. Directly in front of me is the back of some guy, nobody looks at me, but anyway it is terribly embarrassing. And I close my eyes in amazement. I'm not, I'm in the house, ooh you lj ..

The sister says that such a quiet person like me will not break through anywhere, that one must be able to push apart his elbows and give change. Uncertainly, she shoved her elbow and made her.

- Do not make noise, - quietly in your ear, - And then the whole bus will know how you are flowing.

Got a hand over her mouth, clenched. The whisper was right. I know perfectly well from the conversations of the mother and her friends, worse there is no scandal from a girl with a skirt upraised, always a “whore” girl and always “brought herself”. Obediently froze, go a little left, more than now he will not do.

So we rode. I was almost fucked, a hot dick rubbed along the fold of her panties, carving waves of forbidden pleasure, the guy gently, even delicately holding me by the hips.I feel through the thin fabric as he sometimes goes over his fingers, grabbing over the side more comfortably.

And spit. I don't care anymore. Ooh. So be it. Because I am almost. Poteniii.
Cheeks are burning. I can not hold the ragged excited breath with his mouth parted. I'll finish now. Pure pleasure throbbing and banging into the crotch, as if in the gates of heaven.

I squeeze my legs, lick quickly, and ...
Some kind of embarrassing movement, I involuntarily open my eyes. And stumble upon a young man who has unfolded to me in front of me. Impulses issued.

On his face, shock, eyes wide open, he eagerly absorbs the picture, catches every detail.

It's horrible. Because I know him, this is a classmate of Sanya Rybtsov, nicknamed Fish. Nickname he hates it, but it stuck in junior school, not to tear off.
Hedgehog hair, gray river eyes and wide, now raised eyebrows in surprise.
We are going on one excursion, where we meet in class, and I understand that he understands that we both know what is happening now.
Excitement abruptly begins to go away, I no longer podmahivayu. And I, fucking, turns podmahivala!

Here's how - to make excuses? I am guilty ... I twitch, repelled from someone who is still trying to cuddle up behind. I flutter, shake my head with a stubbornly bitten lip.
And suddenly the Fish grabs me by the shoulder, and covers the pubis with the other hand. He rubs it completely chaotically, trying not to jerk his shoulders, with one brush, but with a decisive pressure, falling more on the allied head than on my brush.

I am killed like a bird taking off. I gasp for air and clap my eyes.

“Hello.” Ryb speaks softly, who is behind him.
- And you. - Fish grins, frankly ignoring my frightened look.

Two co-mates quickly find mutual understanding. And from the rear they do not go deep enough so as not to interfere with the movement of the hand over the pubis, catching the rhythm and purposefully hot fold. And a classmate rubs the mega-leg so much that he still finds the clitoris with his fingers.

I continue to flutter, but this is agony. Whispering "no, no," feeling like again, in defiance of my efforts, is tied with a knot in the lower abdomen. Trying to think about something else, squeezing the hips, I resist the imminent orgasm as a swimmer tries to scrape out from under a carrying wave.

I turn my head sharply, so as not to see how they look at me, I close my eyes tightly, but I continue to feel heavy, greedy glances from both sides.

On my flushed face, bitten lip. Trembling arises from the hips and begins to move into the shoulders and legs. I shiver in small protesting, I do not want to stop before their eyes.

Resistance only arouses excitement. Damn you!
Hard rubbing clitoris. Still. Still.
Scum.
Orgasm.
They have to hold me because they are shaking an avalanche. Sorry for catching the air and getting affection with your fingers on jumping lips. Fingers slightly wet. I leaked through my panties. The fish conducts from corner to corner. On the upper lip and returns on the bottom.

Until the university stops, my body is stroked, examined, pressed. I don't care now. Closing my eyes tightly, I try not to feel anything, and certainly not to see anything.

Doors open, almost everybody comes out here.
I fall out, almost pushing away by force, knocking my way out into the wild. And run, run.
According to the law of meanness lost shoe. We have to go back, look at the track. Someone gives it to me, but men's hands, and I shy away at first.

- What is it with her? - the girl's puzzled voice.
And suddenly a low manly rolling laugh, ... "knowing" such. Knowing.

Someone saw. And maybe not one.
While I kept my eyes closed, how many people saw how I was brought to orgasm? As I depraved shook ...

Tears are running down her neck, tearing up a shoe, and without putting on, crouching, ran to the left wing of the park. An excursion with lectures will be held in open areas, I am here unconsciously trying to hide. The second shoe flew off, grabbing it almost falling, already running and roaring as a result of sobs.

I am overtaken suddenly, strongly imprinting on a tree.At the last moment, I turn my face and a hard bark scratches my cheek, and could hurt my nose.
Years of dance training have cleverly taught to avoid strong ...