Hslut Asha
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Tw: molestation
39F and Married.
So, I was going to attend a wedding out of town. Everything was already arranged, and I was the last to leave. Since there was no private vehicle available, I had to opt for a bus. The bus my relatives were in was already full, and I missed it at the station. So, I had to take another bus, which was indirect. This bus was half empty and half full. I sat at a window seat, and suddenly, a guy with a skull cap and an orange beard sat next to me.
Initially, I felt hesitant but also a bit excited
. It was a three-seat arrangement, and he sat at the far end. Slowly, he slid closer to me. The bus was half empty, and no one was sitting behind us. He talked to me a little, and when the bus driver suddenly braked, he touched my chest, pretending as if he was saving me from hitting my head on the seat in front.
I didn't mind or bother because, honestly, my head might have hit the seat if he hadn't done that.
Afterward, he talked a bit more and complimented me. Out of nowhere, he started Scratching his bulge and slowly unzipped his pants. He also unbuttoned them. He wasn't wearing a belt. Then, he took it out.
He tried talking to me again. I ignored him at first but then replied. He took hold of my hand and made me touch him. I resisted at first but, feeling turned on, eventually went with the flow.
Now, I am feeling guilty that I enjoyed it.
39F and Married.
So, I was going to attend a wedding out of town. Everything was already arranged, and I was the last to leave. Since there was no private vehicle available, I had to opt for a bus. The bus my relatives were in was already full, and I missed it at the station. So, I had to take another bus, which was indirect. This bus was half empty and half full. I sat at a window seat, and suddenly, a guy with a skull cap and an orange beard sat next to me.
Initially, I felt hesitant but also a bit excited
. It was a three-seat arrangement, and he sat at the far end. Slowly, he slid closer to me. The bus was half empty, and no one was sitting behind us. He talked to me a little, and when the bus driver suddenly braked, he touched my chest, pretending as if he was saving me from hitting my head on the seat in front.I didn't mind or bother because, honestly, my head might have hit the seat if he hadn't done that.
Afterward, he talked a bit more and complimented me. Out of nowhere, he started Scratching his bulge and slowly unzipped his pants. He also unbuttoned them. He wasn't wearing a belt. Then, he took it out
.He tried talking to me again. I ignored him at first but then replied. He took hold of my hand and made me touch him. I resisted at first but, feeling turned on, eventually went with the flow.
Now, I am feeling guilty that I enjoyed it.
