Molested on the bus

Rachel had missed the weather forecast, but as soon as she stepped outside she knew it was going to be a hot day. Even this early in the day she was grateful she'd gone for the miniskirt and a short tank top. She'd just wanted to show off her assets to her new co-workers but was grateful for its lightness.

She had somewhat more mixed feelings when she entered the bus. Summer students, workers without cars of their own, or environmentally conscious folks were jammed into the bus. Hollywood wasn't exactly known for its transit and it seemed this route was under-serviced.

Rachel found herself standing at the back of the bus, crammed between people in the middle of the aisle, her hands gripping the overhead rail with white-knuckles while she tried to make herself as small as possible and not stumble over the swerves, bumps and sudden halts.

"Excuse me," a young guy said as he got on, putting a bulging sports bag onto the floor. Rachel instinctively spread her legs, letting the bag slide between them.

Rachel realizing immediately that she should have stepped to the side. At only 5'4" having her legs spread two and a half feet lost her a precious inch or two and it was only thanks to her heels that she was able to reach the overhead rail with both hands' fingertips.

Aside from that she could feel the eyes of those around her approving how the movement lifted her mini into scandalous territory.

"Damn fine ass," said one of the guys in the group behind her.

"Awesome legs," said another.

"Think she's wearing anything under it?" a third asked.

"Let's find out," a fourth said.

Rachel's eyes widened in panic as she felt a hand lift her skirt.