It was another Tuesday morning on the B82. It was ridiculously crowded and I was near the back. When I was getting on the bus, I did notice this guy checking me out. But I brushed it off pretty quickly. This guy was standing up holding onto the overhead bar like the rest of us. A stop is approaching, we’re about 5 minutes from it at this point. This guy proceed to make his way towards the back, towards me. All of a sudden I feel an open palm against my ass like 2 or 3 times but it was so quick. Before I could turn and tell him a thing or two-or just to see his face the bus reached the stop and he’s gone. I felt so dirty after. I know I have a nice ass but you gotta at least take me to dinner first. Ugh.
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