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On the Kingston Bypass, in barely moving traffic, there was a white van alongside our car. I was aware that the van was deliberately keeping pace with us. Being higher, the driver could see my skirt (which was quite short) and my legs. The passenger in the van was leaning over the driver to get a look as well. I felt a bit nervous and worried. I told my sister (who was driving) about it. I stared straight ahead not daring to move my head. I just wanted to get away from them but we couldn’t because of the traffic. The van driver shouted “Come on luv, give us a smile, you’ve got gorgeous legs – let’s see your face!” I looked solidly ahead turned away and put my hand up to cover my face. My sister who was driving said “Just ignore them.” It carried on for what seemed ages with more comments. “Just a smile love, I ain’t gonna rape you.” Finally we came to a point where the van was turning off up a slip road. “The passenger leant over and shouted, “What’s the matter. Stuck-up bitch? You need to get nine inches of my cock inside you and then you’d have a smile on your face.” Despite my sister’s advice, I turned towards them and stuck my tongue out at them. A huge cheer came from the van and the driver shouted “That’s more like it. Cheerio darling, I hope I see you again.”
I felt really humiliated, powerless and angry. I was angry with them for making me feel like this and with myself for looking at them. I felt it was my fault. Later I realised that I should have taken the licence plate number or a photo of them. I just did all the wrong things. I still feel angry about it and go over the event in my mind.
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