The bus would be quickest...

She would soon find out, as she decided to commit to this (hopefully) final daring leg of her journey and take the bus back. She peeked out unto the street from the safety of her dark alleyway and spotted the bus stop up ahead. When the coast seemed clear, she ran over and took shelter in the little bus stop. She pressed up against the glass of the shelter, her naked body illuminated in the light of the energy company advertisement behind the glass. She felt awfully exposed and a little ridiculous standing here waiting for the bus in the nude. Luckily, she was the only one there.

Yet as the bus rolled up, she saw it was filled to the brim with people. The bus stopped abruptly, and a few people exited. Julie took the opportunity to leap inside without paying, and in doing so lodged herself into a crowd of people. She was mortified to find herself basically squeezed between a group of young, drunk men who of course immediately took notice of her state of dress. Julie covered up, sure, but it was obvious to everyone she wasn't wearing a thing.

The bus took off. Julie was too short to reach the hand hold bar above her. Besides, she'd have to expose herself to grab unto it anyway. Instead, she could only lean against the other passengers. They were more than happy to have her lean on them. Eventually, one man grabbed unto her waist as a sudden corner threw Julie unto him, but he did not let go after. His hands slowly inched forward, past her hips and unto her lower belly.

Other passengers were looking at her. Some with disdain, others with lustful eyes. Julie caught a glimpse of the man holding on to her in the dark reflection of the bus window. He was a tall, dark-haired man, with a handsome face but messy hair and an unmistakable drunken stare. One of his hands now held unto her pelvic bone, while the other continued to move forward. His touch tickled a bit, and excited more. Every time Julie opened her eyes she looked at a different face. People were staring as she got felt up. Her hand fell away from her vagina, and the man's hand took its place. Julie held her breath, feeling small, ****, exposed.

The man's hands grasped tighter, one finger pressed against her clit, another further down. Julie was still wet. Her pussy was warm and sticky, her legs still damp from her previous wet orgasm. His hands move cautiously, almost stealthily, but his grip was firm and the pressure... just enough. He did not move much, as if he thought nobody could see what he was doing if he moved slowly enough even though everyone could clearly see him holding unto her. Julie did the rest. A subtle gyration of the hips, a smooth grinding motion, and sudden thrusts along with the bumps in the road, and Julie once again had to hold back her moans.

This went on for minutes, the bus periodically stopping to let people out. As it gradually grew less and less crowded, Julie stood out more and more. The stranger continued fondling her until there was a sudden bright flash and virtual shutter noise, followed by stifled laughter. Two boys had taken a picture of the scandalous scene, but had left the flash on. This caused the man holding Julie to recoil. He turned around to hide his face but otherwise stayed next to Julie. She was now left standing, horny but feeling more humiliated without the distraction of being felt up. The boys took out there phone again. They were now just unapologetically filming her. Julie looked away and let her short hair fall in front of her face, but had nowhere to go.

Another stop and more people leaving the bus left Julie one of only a few people standing. Even the man who had touched her escaped into the dark of night. Everyone still on the bus was staring at her as she backed herself into a corner, afraid to look anyone in the eye. With her tits facing the window all they could see was her bottom, but nobody could mistake her as being anything but butt naked.

She saw her stop was up next, but was strangely tempted to stay on the bus. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she wanted someone to touch her again, to get her off. It would be obscenely risky and she was getting more nervous. She was already being filmed and anyone could follow her. She wouldn't know where she would end up and could be humiliated even further. Hell, even if she got off the bus, she still had to walk to her hostel completely nude and wet. And who knows what might await her in that party hostel? Maybe she could just get herself off before she got there? Hide in some bushes?

The bus stopped. She had to make a choice.