A Meeting

“Sarah,” the voice seemed to whisper tauntingly in her ear. “At the very back of the bus is an old acquaintance of mine. I understand you may be enjoying yourself but that was just your warm up. You can now move.”

Sarah pulled away slowly from the hands, shivering in pleasure as the fingers seemed to slowly leave her. Some fingers desperately grabbed and pinched her clit but she still moved away towards the seats in the back of the bus.

Sarah noted how they were only men toward the back. Each of them eyeing her up with lust filled gazed. She glanced briefly over her shoulder to where she was once standing.

Mortified, she realised they had a perfect view of what had been happening to her a few moment before.

“Keep moving Sarah. The very last seats to the left.”

Sarah **** her legs to move, made easier by the lubrication between her legs. The person the voice spoke about, was sitting next to a tall camping bag. They had a hood over their head and we’re hunched so it was hard to say whether or not they were male or female.

“Oh and Sarah,” the voice laughed, “until I tell you to get off. You must do whatever they tell you to do.” Laughter filled her ears and Sarah gulped.

Sarah has finally reached the chair and didn’t have time to think about how much planning had gone into this when the dark, hooded face snapped towards her.