"Stop clamping around me so tightly. Just let me in…"

Inside the bus, the man behind me flips my short skirt upward before thrusting heavily into me.

When I turn around to look at him, I realize that it's Michael Wallace, an older man I've known for a long time.

He has yet to realize that I'm his target at the moment.

Just as I'm about to reveal my identity to Michael, I see him staring at my face unblinkingly. At the same time, his thrusts become heavier and more forceful.

My name was Chloe Xavier. I had just graduated and was on my way to Merrihaven to seek out a family friend I'd always known as Uncle Mike.

I had been an early bloomer. Back in middle school, I used to wrap bandages around my chest just to avoid drawing unwanted attention.

It wasn't until college that I realized my body was actually an asset to be proud of.

I ditched bras altogether, shamelessly flaunting my curves.

With a full chest that swayed with every step, paired with long legs and a pert backside, it felt like every ounce of weight had settled exactly where it belonged. There wasn't a single bit of flab on me.

Every man who passed me ended up with a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Seeing the thirsty looks in their eyes only stoked my own insatiable cravings.

For the longest time, no man had the guts to actually pursue me. It left my desire growing more intense by the day, almost like an addiction, leaving me restless and on edge.

After graduation, I decided to head to Merrihaven to find Uncle Mike. He was a neighbor from back home who ran several upscale clubs in the city.

Word was his business was booming, and the top employees there made tens of thousands of dollars a month.

With a body like mine, I figured I could easily pull in six figures.

Mom helped me get in touch with him, and he told me to head straight to his place.

It had been five years since I'd last seen him, so I wanted to make sure I left a lasting first impression.

I chose to wear a miniskirt with sheer black stockings clinging to my legs, paired with a plunging V-neck shirt that put my snowy-white cleavage on full display.

The outfit hugged my figure in an extremely sultry way. I knew Uncle Mike would be impressed enough to set me up with the best role at his club.

…

I hopped on the high-speed rail and headed for Merrihaven. Once I arrived, I decided to take the bus to save on cab fare.

The bus was crammed with middle-aged men whose eyes lit up the moment I boarded. The blatant lust in their stares actually got me excited.

The bus was so packed that some men took advantage of the crowd to grope me—some even sneaked a squeeze of my backside.

Honestly? Being touched by a man actually felt pretty good.

I didn't bother to stop them. Giving these men a little thrill wasn't going to cost me anything.

But then, one of them suddenly pressed his full weight against me from behind. I could clearly feel something hard trying to wedge its way between my thighs.

This wasn't just a little groping anymore. This was outright molestation!

I was too scared to make a sound, so I just tensed up, clenching my muscles to stop him from pushing deeper.

Instead of backing off, he gripped my slender waist with both hands and forced my entire body back against him.

That thing of his kept pushing insistently like an eel.

I couldn't take it anymore. I might be open-minded, but I wasn't about to let him be this blatant. I spun around, ready to tear into him, only to freeze in shock.

The man was actually Uncle Mike!

He still had no idea it was me. I stood there, heart racing, wondering if I should confront him. If I called him out, it would be unbearably awkward.

Worse, if Uncle Mike got pissed, he might pull the job offer. Mom would kill me if I went home empty-handed.

But if I didn't speak up, what Uncle Mike was doing was way too much. He'd have his way with me right here. With so many people on the bus, the fallout would be a nightmare if things escalated.

While I hesitated, Uncle Mike took it up a notch. His hand actually slipped up under my miniskirt.

The worst part was that I wasn't wearing any safety shorts—just a thin little thong.

His hand was large and rough, and his touch sent a searing heat through my whole body. My insides felt like they were catching fire.

I had to give it to Uncle Mike. He really lived up to his reputation as a man of experience. He knew exactly what he was doing, pinpointing my sensitive spots with precision.

He curled his middle finger and slid it slowly along my seam. Instantly, every cell in my body felt like it was about to explode. I couldn't stop the trembling, and a moan started clawing its way up my throat.

I strained every nerve and swallowed hard, desperately trying to keep myself quiet. If I let out even a whimper on this crowded bus, the shame would be unbearable.

When Uncle Mike saw how strong my reaction was, he pressed harder, following the seam, finding my core, and working his fingers in a frantic rhythm.

I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

It felt too good. The desire inside me was spiraling out of control.

I could hardly hold it in. My bones felt like they were melting, and my legs had lost all their strength.

My whole weight ended up pressing down onto his finger. The sensation grew even more intense, the unbearable itch inside me almost reaching its peak.

I could even feel a warm current flowing from me. It was absolutely mortifying.

My heart was pounding with equal parts terror and thrill.

After Uncle Mike had been at it for a while and saw how I was reacting, he decided to push things even further.

He actually unzipped his fly and pulled out something unbelievably huge. He shoved himself right up against me, his finger hooking into the side of my thong to yank the fabric aside.

Panic surged through me. That tiny scrap of fabric was the only thing left between us. If he pulled it aside, his searing heat would be pressed directly against my bare skin!

We were on a packed bus! How could he be this bold?

I scrambled to grab his hand, desperate to keep my thong in place. At the same time, I squeezed my legs together as hard as I could, refusing to let him in even an inch.

Uncle Mike leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "Stop clenching. Let me in."

As he spoke, he pushed harder and harder, forcing his way against me bit by bit. If I didn't stop him now, there would be no going back.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. With my face burning a deep crimson, I turned my head and whispered,"Uncle Mike, stop. It's me."

To my surprise, when Uncle Mike finally got a good look at my face, he didn't recoil. If anything, he looked even more turned on.

"Oh, it's Chloe! What a coincidence, running into you here," he chuckled.

Without missing a beat, he reached down, pried my thighs apart, and continued to thrust against me.

Tears welled up in my eyes as panic took over, and I fought him off with everything I had. "Uncle Mike, we're basically family! You can't do this!"

But he just laughed. "What are you scared of? You're not going to report me, are you? After all, I'm your favourite uncle."

He leaned in closer. "If you were some stranger, I might've held back. But since we're close, I might as well keep the good stuff for myself."

I couldn't even find the words to argue. All I could manage was a weak plea. "We're on a bus! Do you want me to embarrass myself?"

But Uncle Mike couldn't have cared less. He kept pushing, and if I hadn't fought him off with every ounce of my strength, I would have lost my virginity right there in front of a dozen commuters.

The struggle lasted until the bus finally reached our stop. Only then was I able to catch my breath.

I followed Uncle Mike back to his place.

Despite the groveling fear, I was shocked to realize I wasn't even angry. If anything, I was buzzing with adrenaline.

Deep down, a part of me actually wanted him to go all the way.

I couldn't wait to see what he'd do next once we arrived at his place.

The second we were inside, Uncle Mike dropped the act. He pulled me into his arms and buried his face in my chest, inhaling deeply.

"When did you grow up like this? You feel incredible."

When I saw the hungry look in his face, I didn't feel the slightest urge to resist. "Uncle Mike, you're making me feel so restless. I've never had a man hold me like this before."

Uncle Mike's eyes went wide at my words. "Wait, are you telling me you're still a virgin? A woman as gorgeous as you—how has no one gone after you?"

I nodded bashfully. "All the guys back home are cowards. They think I'm pretty, so they don't even dare try anything. They're not like you, Uncle Mike. You've got guts. You actually flipped my skirt up right on a bus."

Uncle Mike nodded smugly.

But after a brief pause, he said, "That's going to be a problem. The work at my club requires experienced women. You're too green. I don't think you can handle the job."

He gave me a sidelong glance as he spoke, his voice heavy with hidden meaning.

I quickly grabbed his hand, pleading with him. "Uncle Mike, please, you have to help me. I just graduated. I can't afford to be out of work."

Uncle Mike rubbed his chin, his eyes roaming hungrily over my body. "Tell you what—I'll do you a favor. Let me give you some early training for the position."

"H-How?" I asked, my heart pounding with excitement at the wicked look in his eyes.

He grabbed my backside, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "By letting you experience what it's like to be a real woman. And this time, you can't clench up and keep me out."

I'd already been on the verge of breaking on the bus. Now that we were finally alone, my heart was hammering against my ribs.

"But… what if my mom finds out?" I whispered.

I was still a little worried. After all, he could practically be my uncle.

Instead of answering, he suddenly stripped off his clothes, putting his body completely exposed right in front of me.

My God, he was huge. A part of me couldn't help but wonder just how good it would feel to be filled by him.

"It's just the two of us here. Nobody else will know," he said with a smirk. "You were already itching for it on the bus, weren't you? Let me help you take care of that."

With that, he walked toward me, one slow, predatory step at a time.

Looking at the sheer size of him, I felt a rush of heat between my legs.

Without even meaning to, I spread my legs open.