Chapter 15

Jennifer, oblivious to Evan’s gaze, stood frozen in time, her eyes scanning the crowded street for a glimpse of the person she was waiting for. She had planned to head to a nearby supermarket to pick up a few essentials after work, but a chance encounter had left her with a broken high heel. With no shoe repairman in sight, she was forced to stand on the side of the road, her heart racing with anxiety. As she waited, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, her mind replaying the incident that had left her feeling vulnerable.

She had been pushed by someone, and in the chaos, the heel of one of her high heels had snapped off. The memory of the stranger’s hands brushing against her thighs still lingered, leaving her skin tingling with unease.

She had been wearing stockings that day, but even so, the sensation had been enough to send shivers down her spine. As she stood there, she couldn’t help but think about taking off the stockings and washing them thoroughly when she got home, the thought of the encounter still leaving her feeling unsettled.

This was not the first time Jennifer had encountered such a situation. Last weekend, she had taken the bus to the city to attend to some business, and the experience had left her feeling shaken. The bus had been crowded, and as soon as she boarded, she felt the weight of countless pairs of eyes upon her. She had been dressed in a low-cut suspender skirt, which had exposed most of her snow-white breasts, and the short hem had only covered the base of her thighs. Her sexy black stockings had added to her allure, making her feel like a magnet for unwanted attention.

As the bus lurched forward, Jennifer felt a presence behind her, a stranger’s body pressing against her perky buttocks. She was startled, her heart racing with fear, but there was nothing she could do but grit her teeth and endure the indignity. She knew she had to get off the bus as soon as possible, to escape the clutches of the pervert who had taken advantage of her. But for now, she was trapped, her body pressed against the stranger’s as the bus rumbled on, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.

It was a crowded bus, with passengers packed tightly together, each lost in their own world. But the man behind Jennifer felt an overwhelming urge to take things to the next level, and when he saw that she didn’t resist, he became bolder. He reached out and quietly unzipped his pants, his fingers deftly extracting his erect penis from its confines. With a subtle movement, he lifted up Jennifer’s skirt, the delicate fabric whispering against her thighs. He then pushed his penis into Jennifer’s buttocks through the thin stockings, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. The slow, deliberate thrusts were like a sensual dance, each movement a testament to his desire. It was as if he was having real, unbridled sex, the thrill of the moment coursing through his veins like liquid fire.

Jennifer was taken aback by the man’s brazenness, her eyes flashing with anger as she turned her head to glare at him. But as she took in his rugged features, the scar above his left eyebrow and the stubble that peppered his chin, she felt a shiver run down her spine. He looked like a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer, and she was intimidated by the prospect of crossing him. So she swallowed her anger and endured the humiliation, telling herself that this was just a fleeting moment, and that she would soon be free.

As the man’s penis continued to thrust in and out of her buttocks, Jennifer couldn’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort. But it was a discomfort that was tempered by a growing sense of excitement. She was tall and had a perky butt, and the man’s slender penis was able to reach the entrance of her vagina, the stockings and underwear a tantalizing barrier between them. If it weren’t for the fabric, he could have been inside her, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine.

The bearded man was caught up in the moment, his penis slowly thrusting in and out of Jennifer’s plump buttocks wrapped in stockings. He felt the tender, delicate flesh clamping down on him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It was as if he was thrusting in and out of a narrow, tight vagina, the stimulation building to a crescendo. He was on the verge of ejaculation, the sensation so intense that he could hardly bear it.