I just pretended to be asleep, and let myself enjoy the pleasure. All 3 of them took turns reaching out to touch me, sexually. I don’t know why I let them, and it was them. This time, I waited to see if whomever it was would get brave, and grope me again. Snickers, and chuckles, but I closed my eyes again. I blinked, but didn’t look back, when I realized that I’d just been sexually assaulted. “Huh!” I felt a hand release my bra-cup, and slip out from under the side of my blazer. Warm, and fairly dry, I just let myself sleep, and started dreaming things that I hardly remembered when we hit a bump. Even with the rattle of the wheelchair lift, once the adrenaline wore off, I just crashed. The seat was comfortable, padded with a headrest, and even a seat-belt that I didn’t use, but the boys were quiet. ![]() “Huh!” Despite the fact that I’d only walked across the sidewalk, and a step down the aisle, I sighed when I sat down. That just left 1 seat across from the wheelchair lift, but without a handicapped person, it wasn’t folded up to strap the wheelchair down. The boys, standing on the curb got on first, then took up the bench seat across the back. I certainly didn’t feel attractive, nor sexy until the backup ride pulled up. So, I was self conscious, and miserable, but the situation took me back to those feelings. I was a late bloomer, a bookworm (CPA/MBA in college) I had glasses, and braces until Junior year. I never got much positive attention from boys in high school. Now, I felt like a drowned rat, but all this negative attention from the high school boys. At least it was cotton, white collar clerical job, so I had to dress professional for it. The cloudburst had already passed us by, so the rain stopped after soaking me, but that left my blouse clinging to my bra, and semi-transparent. Looking over, then leaning in to make another lewd comment I couldn’t hear. I was a little intimidated, because they were obviously laughing at me. It was still damp, but I huddled on the bench while the boys hung around, and joked. By then, I was cold, and pulled my jacket down from the hook. Most of them went off on their own ways, but there were 3 teenage boys that made their way over to the shelter. ![]() Thank goodness nobody was hurt, but then a bunch of people got off. Brakes locked, it ran the red light, and plowed into the side of the bus. Just when the bus came, I heard the wheels skid, and looked up just in time to see the van come down the hill. Then, there was an accident in the intersection. Let my hair down to wring it out, and hung up my jacket. First of all, it was raining when I got off work, so I had to run for the bus shelter.
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