Molested on the way to school

It's Monday morning, and here you are trading in your police uniform for a Humdinger High school uniform. You have no weapons, no wires, no cuffs, nothing to identify you as a police officer, and nothing except your wits to help you out in difficult situations, should they arise. You're just a simple teenage schoolgirl named Carly Graspper. At least the department got you the school uniform, so you didn't have to buy it yourself. You quickly slip in to the white blouse, pleated purple and black plaid skirt, and purple blazer. You stand in front of the mirror, looking at yourself, wondering if you should wear the black tie. You sigh, and put the tie in your blazer pocket. You don't think the school has any underwear restrictions, so you opt to at least feel womanly in your pink lace fantasy set from Victoria's Secret. "High school student Carly Graspper reporting for duty" you say, saluting the mirror before turning away to grab your book bag and head out the door.

Most of the students opt to catch the public buses, and that's exactly what you do. The driver looks you over as you board the bus. "The seats are full, so I'm afraid you'll have to move to the back of the bus and stand until a seat becomes available." You smile at him, and walk to the back of the bus to find a place to stand. You set your book bag at your feet after finding a pole to hold onto. The bus lurches forward as the driver shifts gears, building up momentum to arrive at its scheduled destinations.

It happens suddenly. You feel a presence behind you, and a cool wisp of air rushes between your thighs as the back of your skirt is lifted up. Then a male voice whispers in your ear. "Don't turn around. Don't do anything. Just stand there, and enjoy the ride." Your eyes grow wide with surprise, but no one seems to notice, or care for that matter. You know there is nothing you can do on a crowded bus except let your molester have his way. He kneads your ass flesh, sensually caressing it over your panties. Then you feel his fingers as they slide your panties down to expose the bottoms of your round, firm ass cheeks. "That's some very naughty underwear for a schoolgirl to be wearing. Are you a naughty little schoolgirl?" He sticks a finger up your ass, and it makes you gasp.

"Yes" you decide to play it cool, and play along.

"Do you like my finger up your ass, naughty little schoolgirl?" the molester whispers in your ear.

The way he's pumping your ass, it does feel good, and you find yourself rocking your hips slightly. You let out a soft sigh. "Yes."

Suddenly he removes his finger, and you start to feel an emptiness, and a longing for it to fill you again. Meanwhile the molester slides your panties down to your ankles. "Step out of your panties. I'm taking them with me. You'll get them back this evening." You do as you're told, and step out of your panties. The molester snatches them, and moves away from you, leaving you feeling frustrated.

The bus comes to a stop at its first destination, right in front of Humdinger High. You smooth your skirt, and tug it down a little to hide your naked ass before gently stooping to pick up your book bag. You can only hope the rest of your day goes better.