Chapter 1 - Bus Ride

=15pxThe old man looked at the teen. She was 17, 18, it was hard to tell,  yet she fully developed, or at least developed enough to gain the attention of him. He sat towards the back of the bus, watching her, as she was getting hit on by a number of boys, all evidently her friends, all males. They grinned, snickered, poked, and played with her skin. It was enough to make the old man go crazy.  =15pxShe should be his. Not these immature, inadequate, whippersnappers. He grumbled a bit, watching her. She seemed shy, but he could tell from her blushing, her grinning, her laughs, she loved the attention. She loved it for all of two blocks, until they all had to leave, suddenly leaving them to be the only two on the bus. =15pxThe man paused for a moment, his heart heavy, his eyes just looking over her supple curves, her breasts barely held up by the tight top, her skirt showing much more of her thighs then it should, her stockings pulled up.  =15pxThe man decided to make a move. He walked forward, towards the young girl, his heart heavy, pounding in his head as he looked down at her figure at her auburn red hair. He looked at her, his eyes sinister.  =15px"I'd like to sit next to." He said. It was less a question, more a command. The girl couldn't resist. She breathed a bit heavier, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip, her eyes filled with concern. She shuddered for a moment before thinking, "He's just an old man, most he'll do is just look." She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes and scooting over a seat, allowing the man to sit next to her, blocking her exit. 
=15px“You’re a very pretty girl, you know that?” He asked, almost immediately upon sitting. He grinned his teeth, showing a row of older teeth, yellowed and showing their age.

She blushed though, happy for a bit of attention. She wasn’t sure why though. She shook her head and said, “Aww, thanks,” she said, laughing a bit. She quickly took out her phone and began to type on it, texting a friend.

“Ew, I have this pervy old man next to me on the bus,” she typed out.

As she looked up though, she saw he had watched her type it out. “Sorry, it’s just a joke,” she said.

“It’s fine, dear, just fine,” he said, snickering as his hand slid to her thigh, playing with the fabric of the stockings. “It’s completely accurate as well.”

The girl froze up, her body tensing, her breath shorting out, her chest expanding as she shivered. “Sir?” She asked. Her cheeks blushed as she closed her eyes. “P-please stop,” she whispered.  =15px“No, no, I want to play...” he said, as his fingers dove between her legs, rubbing, surprisingly, against nothing but her smooth labia. “No panties?” He added, snickering.

She blushed. She could have just called out to the bus driver, asked for help, but it was all too embarrassing, too much. “Please...” she begged, her eyelids closing up, as she shivered, “Please stop...”  =15px“No.” He said, as his fingers slid against her pussy lips, sliding them in and out, as he admired and watched her, her writhing, her squirming in her seat. Her hands suddenly rushed down, pushing the skirt down, pushing on the hand, in a desperate attempt to pull it away. “Moan.” He commanded, as he dove the fingers deep into her, pumping them in. His fingers seemed to wiggle and squirm in her, raking and grazing against her deep sensitive regions, his thumb on the outside playing circles on her throbbing clit.  =15pxShe couldn’t understand it, her chest was heaving up and down, and before long, she groaned, moaning out, her hips weekly thrusting against the intruding fingers. She shuddered and blushed in embarrassment. She had squirted into his hand, slick pussy juices in his fingers.  =15pxHe simply snorted and laughed, pulling the fingers out, slick with her juices. Her eyes were glued to them, seeing his ancient knuckles, his loose skin, shiny with her passion.  The juices dripped down. He shook his head and wiped them on her shirt, near her breasts and got up. “This is our stop,” he said, his voice booming, commanding her. She blushed, her head looking down in the seat, her breath still shallow. “Come.” he said. She nodded, unsure why, but walking behind the man, her breathing forcing her chest up and down, the bus driver eyeing her up, noticing the stained skirt and shirt, snickering a bit and shaking his head as the pair left the bus.  