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Chapter 15 by bsnick bsnick

Bus, subway, taxi, walk, or something else?

Bus, but she seems to have lost her purse.

Bria sighed. A taxi would be perfect but she couldn't afford it. A subway might be the next fastest, but was there even one nearby? Did Los Angeles even have subways? Walking was out as well, so she'd just have to take the bus. In fact she realized for the first time that there was a bus-stop full of people on the other side of the street from where she'd been all this time.

"Perfect!" she thought, being careful to cross at the light. The tales she'd heard about big city drivers had her too cowed to jay-walk.

With the sun brightly blazing Bria's fair skin felt hot and she dared to push her way through the crowds vying for the shade until she entered the small bus shelter. Men and women said nasty things about her, but she happily ignored them in her pursuit of shelter.

It wasn't until she was inside that she realized her folly. Everyone had wanted to cram into the shade with the same thought as her. Instead of being a haven it was like an oven full of stinking unwashed people who'd never heard of deodorant. She covered her nose with one hand, the other clutching the cell so she could double-check the directions. She was pretty sure this was the right bus for it.

"Excuse me," she asked an older lady, pushing her phone at her. "Is this the right bus for me to go here?" she asked. The woman looked at the phone then at her, mumbling something Bria thought was an affirmative before turning away.

Bria frowned, thinking she should check with someone else, but realized that someone in the packed shelter had put their hand on her butt.

"Hey," she said in protest, but the shifting people barely let her stand straight, let alone move around to see. Craning her neck didn't tell her who was touching her and she couldn't twist enough to even see the hand. When another hand squeezed her butt she protested. "Stop it."

People looked at her, but only briefly. The hands rubbed every inch of her tight butt, and she breathed out in relief as one of them left. Only one to deal with now, she thought, until the hand returned under her skirt.

Well now she had to protest, and loudly, but as she drew in a breath to scream about it someone turned and smacked her in the breast with bruising ****, making her gasp in pain instead.

As if to take advantage of her distraction the hand darted between her legs and it was only when it was too late that she clamped her legs together. Instead of blocking his reach for her pussy she'd instead trapped the hand with nowhere else for it to go.

"Oh you want it," a voice murmered near her ear, and fingers brushed her full, engorged lips. "So wet."

Bria meant to protest, to tell him off, but instead she moaned slightly, and sent her nose-protecting hand to cover her mouth, looking around in case anyone had noticed.

The hand rubbed more vigorously, taking one large labia lip after another, tucking and stretching them before it abruptly jammed a finger inside her juicy pussy.

Bria's eyes and mouth flew open and she was only barely able to muffle her cry of surprise and pleasure. One or two eyes looked at her, maybe to wonder about her noises, maybe just to look at the beautiful blond in the short skin-tight dress.

Bria willed them to look away, to not notice her debasement as the fingers continued, the single-digit adding a second and pumping rapidly before adding a third. Her already aroused sex was in full-throttle now, purring at the feelings, her legs even spreading a little against her will.

The hand pushed forward and she wanted to protest as she felt his hand rotating, widening her enough for a fourth finger. It was just his pinkie being added, but it felt like a huge difference in size, like she was being stretched by a giant dick.

Was he going to put his entire hand in her? she wondered, and couldn't think to object if he did. It seemed like he was prepared to do just that when the crowd jostled them both, knocking them apart as he was just about to try for five-fingers and she was about to cum.

"About time the bus came," someone grumbled, and blinking as she was pushed out into the sun she realized that they were right. The bus was opening its doors in front of the crowded bus shelter and people were pouring out before the newcomers could enter.

Bria sighed, not sure if she was thankful to be saved the humiliation of cumming in public or disappointed. Looking around she couldn't even guess who it had been that had been fondling her.

Does Bria have any problem with the bus?

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