A stop, a jerk, and an offer

Your hands react instinctively, both at first when you want to stop him, but then again a second later when the bus jerks to a stop. Without thinking your grab desperately at the pole behind you to try to keep from falling. While you stay on your feet, your body does tilt forward with the sudden braking of the vehicle, plastering your chest to the guy in front of you.

"Sure doesn't feel like you want me to wait." You try to lower yourself to keep the zipper up, but he plants his knee into your jean shorts, making you gasp as something plunges inside of you.

He smiles as your zipper passes your breasts due to his nimble fingers, and as you jerk your hands up again to stop them, you feel several other hands on yours, apparently having grabbed the pole for the same reason as you, trapping your hands firmly in place as your tormentor keeps taunting you.

"This is even better then yesterday...." His other hand is groping your ass inside your shorts now, and your random movements to try to get away only embolden him as the hoodie's zipper is almost at your navel, only a couple of inches away from being completely undone, a wide expanse of flesh exposed from neck to waist, your bucking only managing to spread the opening wider, exposing more and more of your chest.

"You didn't object so much yesterday when you in the theatre...what would've happened if your man hadn't showed up?" His finger lingers near your pussy inside your shorts, and as the mass of humanity slowly crowds around you, seemingly unaware (or at least not objecting) to your being treated like an object as this guy (who's name you still don't know) smile as his hand squeezes around your pussy. "Seems to me like you've done a little 'wondering' about that yourself..." You squeeze your eyes shut in embarassment, and his hands stop their groping as the zipper gets to the bottom, your hoodie a small pull away from being opened completely. It's open almost shoulder wide at the top, only covering your nipples from the side as one of your movie guys (and his friend behind him, phone in hand) lingers on enjoying the view.

As he clenches his hand, the button on top of your shorts snaps open as he leans in to whisper in your ear, the hoodie barely draped on you now.

"We can finish what we started last night..." Your eyes only open briefly to see his arms in front of you, one hand fingering the zipper's clasp at the bottom of your hoodie, the other inside of your shorts fingering you. "...here, in the theatre again, at my frat house, or wherever you want. With no boyfriend to hold us back...all you have to do is let it happen." His gaze locks with yours expectantly, and you moan in need as you...