Catch up on your sleep

It's late and you're tired. You stretch out as much as possible and sink down in the seat. The rocking of the bus helps lull you to sleep fairly quickly.

The tragedy in your life recedes with the waking world and you are sent back to a memory of your father. You're still an adult, but the memory is of your ninth birthday. Your dad is there, your mom is there, and everyone is together. You're on the back of the pony they rented for the party. You've never felt so happy. Everything makes sense. As the pony stops circling, you jump down and run to your father.

"I love you dad," you say and throw your arms around his shoulders.

"I love you too, sweetie," he picks you up into his big strong arms.

As you hold tight against him, you feel his hands begin to rub at your breasts. He's plucking at your nipples through your little cowgirl shirt. He gives one nipple a sharp pinch and--

Your eyes open, just a crack, as you realize you are back on the bus. It's still dark and the bus is still jostling from side to side with movement. You get another hot pinch to your nipple and your eyes flick down to the hand squeezing your breast through your shirt and pinching at your erect nipple.

The salesman next to you is awake and watching you intently. His touch is actually fairly gentle, fat fingers pressing against your soft tits, moving over your shirt and slowly down. He slides his hand on your shirt and begins to caress your naked flesh. His hand his hot. Each light pinch sends another pulse of pleasure to your teenage pussy.

In the low light of the bus, the man looks almost like your dad. He continues to fondle your breasts as his other hand begins to slide down to the waist of your shorts. This pervert is really going for it. His touch feels so good that you almost want to let him keep going, but you're equally disgusted by the idea of some old creep touching you while he thinks you're asleep.