Catch the bus

After her most recent local experience Leanne was keen to enjoy more. Although she hardly expected quite the same outcome from catching the bus. She approached the stop and smiled warmly at the two old men sat there. They gave her a long looking over before returning to their conversation.

“Excuse me. Do you know if the bus to the Orchid Sands Hotel stops here?” she asked.

The two men turned to face her once more. “You want da number four,” one of them told her. “It be ‘ere in a minute.”

“Or in a ‘our,” added his friend. “Dis is de Caribbean.”

“Ya know der’s a taxi over der?” continued the first old man.

“Yea, it’s okay,” replied Leanne. “I prefer taking the bus.”

The two old men stared at her like she was deranged before continuing their chat. Leanne waited patiently for another 15 minutes before the bus arrived. She stepped on behind the two old men and looked around. Everyone on the bus was staring at her. She was the only white person onboard, the rest of the passengers being made up of elderly locals.

Leanne chose to stand. Most of the seats were taken anyway but it shouldn’t take too long to reach her hotel. Twenty minutes later she was regretting her decision. Not only was the stop she’d got on at still visible in the distance, but the bus was now so crowded. In the stifling Caribbean heat she was starting to feel a little faint.

However, things were about to get worse. She felt a hand pressing against her tight rear. At first she ignored it, thinking it was just normal contact on a crowded bus. But then it happened again. With more **** and definite squeezing.

Leanne turned around to find a short black man who looked to be in his fifties with a broad grin on his face. She didn’t feel like accusing the older man when she was surrounded by locals so reluctantly turned back. This just seemed to give the guy allowance to continue with his groping. His hand slid under her kaftan and caressed her soft arse cheeks. She jumped at the contact but remained silent.

This continued as they travelled along. And she was pretty sure it wasn’t just the one guy either. It felt like four, five even six hands grabbing at her barely covered young body. They squeezed her breasts, caressed her arse. One guy even slid a finger under her bikini bottoms and gave her pussy a little tease. Leanne gasped at the contact. As much from arousal as the shock. Her body was still highly sensitive after her earlier fucking and this groping wasn’t helping matters.

Her eyes had been closed for some time as she fought against crying out in pleasure. After a few minutes she opened them just in time to see her hotel disappearing into the distance.

In a panic she pressed the bell but by then it was too late. She’d missed her stop and the bus didn’t stop again for another few minutes. When she pushed her way off, getting felt up again on the way, Leanne found herself in a part of the town that wasn’t exactly featured in the brochure. She looked around and held her bag tight to her body. She didn’t want to hang around this area for long. She needed to get back to the hotel fast. But where was it?