After finishing my college around 3:00 p.m, I was on my way home. The bus which I want to catch arrives in every half-an-hour, also there is no guarantees that it will be empty most of the time its jam-packed.

As the bus arrived, I saw that the front part of the bus were womens stand is filled. So, I got into the bus from the other door were men's stand. Then from there I pushed myself to get inbetween the men and womens section, I somehow got close to were woman's stand but after two steps I was pushed into men's section. But its not generally something bad, I have seen most girls stand anyway.

After two stops, a man boarded the bus and stood beside me on my left while I leaned against a pole in front of me. Feeling him pressing against me, I assumed it was due to the rush and ignored it. However, I soon became aware of his fingers brushing against my thighs, even though I was wearing a miniskirt. Despite my discomfort, I hesitated to confront the situation, attributing it to the crowded conditions on the bus. When a seat became available at the next stop, I promptly took it, only to find the man sitting beside me once again.

I started looking outside the window to avoid eye contact with him. Within just a few seconds, I felt his elbow pressing against my thigh. When I turned to look, I noticed the bus had become crowded, and a person was falling onto this man, causing him to lean over me. However, a moment later, I felt his elbow grinding against my leg. I pulled my bag closer to shield myself, but he persisted, pushing until his elbow reached my panty area. He applied pressure, and despite my efforts to push his elbow away with my bag, he was too strong. Then he pulled back and began using his palm instead.

With his palm, he moved slowly as he had with his elbow. At this point, I started getting turned on, so I didn't resist much, only pretending to not want him to continue. He kept his pace, moving his hand inside my skirt and began rubbing my panty. When he first touched me, I let out a slight moan.

As a pure virgin who had never even been kissed, I was overwhelmed when he started rubbing his fingers on my panty, and I became slightly wet. Perhaps taking this as a sign to proceed, he moved his hand inside my panty. He didn't take long before rubbing my clit, showing his desperation. When he pushed one of his fingers into my vagina, my entire body shook, and I crossed my thighs as tightly as I could. He paused momentarily, but as I relaxed, he inserted another finger and began moving them, effectively fingering me. At this point, I stopped resisting entirely and spread my legs wider, surrendering completely. I was enjoying it.

I turned my face to the left to look at him, and he leaned in, pushing his tongue into my mouth while his fingers continued moving inside my vagina. Since we were seated at the back, I doubted anyone noticed. My heart was racing because I had always imagined my first time would be with a prince charming. But here I was, letting an older, dark-skinned, sweaty man use me on a public bus. Just as I was about to orgasm, my stop arrived. I quickly pushed his hand away and got off the bus, running home without looking back.

I want to forget this ever happened, but it was my first experience with intimacy. It's as though it has been etched in my mind. Whenever I think about it, I get turned on and feel ashamed as if I am a whore. After this incident, I never boarded a crowded bus again, nor did I ever step inside the men's side of the bus.