The girl got wet from being touched.

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I'm a girl, and I take the bus for over two hours to and from work every day. I always sit in the back of the bus by the window. Yesterday, I worked late and didn't get on the bus until almost 10 pm. I sat in my usual spot. The bus wasn't crowded, but most of the seats were taken, except for the one next to me. After about two stops, a man got on. He looked to be around my age, around 28 or 29. He looked around and then sat down next to me.

At first, he didn't do anything; I was listening to music and playing on my phone. About five minutes later, the bus suddenly turned, and he leaned his weight towards me, his left hand touching my thigh. I didn't think much of it. A moment later, I noticed his hand was still on my leg and moved slightly. I instinctively moved away, but his hand came back. Because it was hot, I was wearing a very short skirt with safety shorts and a V-neck t-shirt. His hand was on my buttocks, and suddenly, it pushed my skirt up even higher, exposing a bit of my leg. I then realized I might have run into a pervert and tensed up. It wasn't the first time I'd encountered one, but because it was so late yesterday, I was still a little scared.

Then, he moved his hand down, landing on my bare thigh. I'd read reports before that men who harass others on buses are often cowardly but have complex personalities. This guy was probably one of those types; his hand remained still on my thigh, just pressed against it. I thought, "I'll get off at my stop in half an hour anyway, let's see what he can do," and turned to look out the window. After about three minutes, seeing I didn't resist, he turned his hand over. This time, his rough palm touched my thigh.

I have a small waist and large hips, with a lot of flesh on my buttocks and somewhat thick thighs. Seeing that he'd already touched my leg, he became bolder and started moving towards my side buttock. My side buttock is naturally sensitive, and when he touched it so gently, I shifted uncomfortably. I don't know if he interpreted this as playful resistance, but he actually rubbed it a little harder. I didn't expect him to act so quickly, so I turned to look at him, but he just kept looking ahead. I turned my face away and continued looking out the window, waiting for his next move. People started getting off the train, and only the two of us were left at the back of the carriage. So his advances escalated.

The hand that was on my buttocks moved deeper, trying to reach from my buttocks to my waist, but he immediately noticed I was wearing safety shorts, so he took his hand out. Then, without stopping, he moved it to my thigh. This time, since there was no one behind me, he boldly reached between my legs. I noticed his fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing against my legs, especially my knees, particularly the inside of my knees. Many girls are very sensitive in that area, and so am I. At this point, my vagina was starting to heat up. Despite being scared, I also hoped for more caresses from him. Then, the station announcement said I had two more stops to get off, so I spread my legs a little.

I guess he was secretly pleased, finally finding someone who didn't scream and was so cooperative. So, almost without pausing, he began to stroke my legs towards my vulva. His touch was always gentle, the kind of teasing that girls find irresistible. Soon, his hand reached the inner thigh. I cooperated by squeezing my legs together, trapping his large hand. Then, I heard him let out a soft sigh, the kind of sound a man makes when he's enjoying sex. His hand lingered on my inner thigh for a long time, as if savoring the heat and wetness emanating from my vulva.

Unfortunately, before he could even touch my genitals, I had to get off the bus. I suddenly stood up, his hand still between my legs. He was startled, probably thinking I was going to get angry, and fled to the front of the bus to sit.

The story ends there. I got off the bus with deep contempt for this man whose face I hadn't even seen, and with my wet vulva still inside. Although the whole process was tense and exciting, and I enjoyed it, I advise all women not to tolerate this kind of behavior after dark. Because I live right next to the station, and there's a police post nearby, I wasn't worried about safety at all. Of course, after getting home, I didn't shower. I immediately found the vibrator I usually use for masturbation and imagined him violating me, that initial timidity followed by a rougher act, and began to soothe my intense lust!

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