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Resuscitation (erotica)
The bus was hot and crowded. My body was slick with sweat — some my own, and some from the other passengers jostling against me as we bumped down the road to Maroubra.
I let out a slow breath. Counting to ten, I felt the hand make a second attempt to fondle my ass.
After I’d felt it the first time, I’d screamed bloody murder, flailing at the hand like I was having a fit. But now, after twenty minutes of peace, my fellow passengers seemed resigned to the primordial press of their damp bodies against mine — and here it was again.
I let it creep up my flank for a minute, shifting my weight and lowering my own hand to intercept the intruder. It was definitely male; too big to be a woman’s. As it groped blindly, I slithered my hand down to my side and waited for the right moment. As soon as the offending paw started its clumsy route down across my hip to between my legs, I seized the intruding hand by its fingers and gave it a savage twist. “Aiiiiiie! Sorry-sorry-sorry!” came a young male voice as he tried to jerk his hand away. I held on with a death grip, searching for his face in the press of bodies surrounding me. I found him — a teenage boy, wearing a red-faced grimace of agony. My sudden scowl alerted an older man who was standing behind the boy to his charge’s covert activity. The old man stifled a grin and whacked the boy on the head, uttering what…
