Midnight Bus: Four Predators Onboard

By the time night began to fall, the passengers had gotten off one after another.

The construction site was the final stop, so only Edward's four coworkers and I were left on the bus.

They seemed worn out from the long ride, too. One by one, they leaned back in their seats and started dozing off.

I closed my eyes as well, planning to rest for a bit so I'd have the energy to squeeze Edward dry when we arrived.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I faintly heard the men's voices.

One of them whispered, "Shh. Is she asleep?"

"I don't know. Why don't you check, Wilson?" another muttered, nudging him.

Then, I felt a hand slowly reaching toward my chest.

A third man stopped him at once. "Are you stupid? If she's not really asleep and catches you, you're screwed."

"Damn it, I've wanted a piece of her for ages," Wilson Bates said under his breath, practically smacking his lips. "The last time I went to Edward's place, I even stole one of her stockings. The smell was unbelievable."

So that was it. I had noticed a pair of stockings missing before. It turned out that Wilson had taken them.

All of a sudden, Wilson said in surprise, "Damn! Frank, George, Timmy, look at what's on her thigh."

"Is that her underwear? You've got to be kidding me. She took them off to sleep?"

"I'm telling you, when we took our shirts off earlier, she was staring at us. She definitely wanted something."

As they spoke, they moved closer, and I felt them tug my underwear lower.

"Look at it. It's damp. She couldn't take it anymore and came running to her husband."

Listening to the four of them talk about me like that sent a rush of excitement through me. I kept pretending to sleep because I wanted to see what exactly they were planning to do.

The toy was still quietly vibrating. If they discovered it, things would get even worse.

"She's not reacting at all. She's definitely asleep. I'm going to cop a feel," Wilson said.

With that, he reached out and put his hand on my chest. The rough, heavy weight of his palm sent goosebumps across my skin.

No man other than Edward had ever touched me there, and I never knew how good it could feel.

Wilson sounded thrilled. "She really is asleep. Not even a twitch. She feels amazing, and it's soft, too."

After he said that, the other three got curious and reached over as well.

Having all four of them touching me at once sent a jolt through me. I bit my lip, fighting to keep any sound from escaping my throat, though I felt squirmish inside.

"She's unbelievable. She feels amazing! I can hardly hold myself back."

The four of them kept looking me over.

"How did Edward get so lucky? He married such a gorgeous wife. Her skin's soft and smooth, and she's at least a 36D."

"A man like Edward can't possibly handle her alone. By the time she gets to the dorm, she'll probably drain him dry. Maybe we should help him out."

Would they really dare try something like that on a bus? This wasn't some lawless place, after all.

Then again, Edward really had struggled to keep up with me over the years. Most of the time, he couldn't satisfy me at all. Sometimes, I had even wondered whether he went to the site on purpose just to avoid me.

Just then, Wilson spoke again. "She took off her underwear before going to sleep, and she's wearing a dress. She might not have anything else on under there."

Then, he lifted the hem of my dress.

He stared in disbelief at the sight and blurted, "Holy shit!"

One of the others quickly hushed him. "Keep your voice down, idiot. What if you wake her up?"

Wilson was unable to contain himself, his voice thick with crude excitement. "She's definitely a slut. She's got a toy hidden under there."

The moment he said that, the other men peeked under my skirt as well, their curiosities piqued.

"No kidding. Is she that desperate? Then I guess we really do have to help."