Groped by a familiar creeper at the bus stop

Carmen walked down the empty street towards the bus stop, the ocean scenery towards her left and the quiet wilderness of trees and shrub on her right. It was a familiar road so she was not at all scared, even if she was the only one out here. When she got under the safety of the concrete overhead stand, she checked the timetable to see if she was on time. It looked like it was going to be a three minute wait until the bus she needed to get onto arrived, so she stood around, nonchalantly checking her phone. Delighted to see Joshua had sent her a text, she happily engrossed herself in the post date messaging barrage.

She did not notice the shadow behind her until a pair of hands suddenly reached under her arms to grip over her tank top clad tits, giving them a tight rounding squeeze. She heard a deep, sinister voice whisper in her ear, "Hello again, sugar tits. Fancy meeting you here again."

Despite the obvious sexual ****, she did not scream, whipping her head around to see the familiar eyes of a creeper that normally roamed around this part of town. He was a pudgy, bald looking man who seemed twice her age. Everyone she knew avoided him, especially the women who he was constantly ogling from afar, rumored to by secretly jacking off as he spied on the cheerleaders practicing in the school football field. Carmen had the horrific experience of being **** to be too close to this man before. When she took the bus one day, he sat about one seat away from her. Once, he even sat next to her, prompting her to immediately get up and excuse herself to get off in all due haste. On her way out, she had felt something rub against her leg as she brushed passed him, and she had been traumatized by the experience every since. Now, that same disgusting looking grin was right there next to her face, with a look that had the courage and the balls to finally attempt to **** her in public. This time around, in a completely uncharacteristic way, Carmen did nothing to stop him, even as his hands reached under her top to grope her bra-ed boobs directly.

"Oh, so you wanted it all along, didn't you, girl? Played hard to get all this time?" He chuckled evilly, taking a strong whiff of her neck and escalating to unhooking the front clasp of her bra. After pulling them apart, he started rounding her fleshy mounds directly.

She felt something hard and pointy poking against the back of her jeans. There was no fear. No compulsion to kick him in the balls and flee. Instead, she was contemplating over how calm she was behaving, trying to rationalize what was going on. She could have sworn that she was very clear as to how she felt about this guy in the past. He should belong in a prison cell with the key buried deep beneath the ground. But now, she seemed perfectly fine with him assaulting her like this. In fact, she felt like she was starting to heat up.

Her lack of resistance spurred him on even more, one of his hands sliding down into her jeans all the way down to massage her moistening shaven cunny beneath her panties, "Aw, man! You're sopping wet, sugar tits!" He breathed heavily into her ear, "You've been waiting for this to happen, huh? You've been waiting for me to feel you up, haven't ya?"