A Child’s Play Thing

Patricia shuffled uncomfortably as she held the pole of the evening bus as she left her afternoon classes and stared out at the darkening skies. She felt some one brush up against her and heart jumped into her chest as she felt the electricity spread from his touch. She gripped the pole tighter and pulled herself closer to it, away from the man, but as he eased himself closer she grew more scared. He brushed against her again and she clenched the pole as she felt her body warm. Her faced turned red with embarrassment and she cursed her body. The oversensative nerves, a genetic defect, crackled under her skin, coursing from her round ass, around her wide set hips, up her curvy body and over her full breasts. She breathed heavily as her nipples pressed hard against the thick cups of her bra. She hated her short curvy body, always feeling overweight and ugly, but more for how quickly she became arouse. It was her greatest source of shame that some stanger on the bus could get her heated by creepily caressing her ass through the thick clothed pants she always wore. She wanted to scream at him in fury, but was far to embarrassed. She could see herself drawing the attention of every other passenger on the crowded bus. Could see them recognizing her obvious arouse and judging her. As he grew bold and squeezed and cupped she could feel her thighs becoming hot and damp. She clenched her eyes shut against tears and tried to picture how close she was to home; just a few more stops.
She charged off the bus, burning with fury and shame and, worst of all, lust. He had continued his molestations up until she pulled the cord to get off. Her knees were weak and her body was on fire as she made her way the short distance home. She called out to the darkness for her family but did not get a reply as she made her way up the stairs in a few steps short of a run. She locked her door behind her and stood in front of the mirror. She took deep practiced breaths and tried to move her mind else where. Her eyes started at her long, straight, brown hair before she stared into her dark brown eyes. Her normally pale skin had a noticable rosy hue to it. She tried route her mind away from her feelings but everything was on fire. In a quiet yell of frustration she turned away from the mirror and practically tore her clothes off before falling, naked, backwards onto the bed. Her fingers buried themselves between her hot, wet folds. She mewled loudly as she worked her fingers furiously.