I stood there with my useless bag, trying to decide on what to do, when I was shocked out of my thinking by the sound of brakes being released. For a second I just froze, unsure if what I heard was in fact what I thought it was. I got my answer a moment later, as the bus began to pull away. My breath caught in my chest, and I began to run after it.
“Wait!” I shouted frantically, waving my arms like a maniac. I didn’t care if they saw my lack of attire, I just needed them to see me. “I’m not on the bus!”
But my shouting went unheard, and as the bus accelerated, I quickly fell behind. I watched, horrified, as the bus faded from view after only a few moments. I fell to my knees, unbothered by the rough concrete they rested on.
“They... left me.” I said quietly to myself, still in disbelief. I looked down at myself, the true magnitude of the situation truly dawning on me.
I was stranded, alone and cold. The only clothes I had was a cum soaked pair of see-through panties and my sneakers. I couldn’t even call anyone for help because I’d left my phone in my jeans, which were still on the bus, along with my money and my ID. All I had was a bag full of school supplies and a sex toy.
I looked around me. The lot that we’d parked in was nothing more than an extension of the road, meant to be a resting point on the highway. There wasn’t even anyone else here. I wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. I needed help, but I didn’t want to be found like this.
