A hot train journey
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Hi, I’m Aishwarya, 23-year-old girl, and I’ve been living in Bangalore after marriage for the past one year. This incident happened about 2 months ago. I had sex with my husband frequently after marrying, but I felt something was lacking. I wanted more pleasure than my husband is giving. It was one such day, I was feeling so horny. I was waiting for the bus in the evening around 7 o clock from work to go home.
Before my bus came, there was a tempo traveler bus that came with some free seats. I thought I’d get a seat in the back and play with myself a little before people started getting inside. The whole last row was empty. I went inside it. And took the right side corner window seat of the last row. There was no light inside the tempo traveler. And it was dark enough.
I sat down. I still remember that day clearly. I was wearing a pencil skirt at that time. I just pulled the skirt back a little. I started fantasizing myself getting fucked by some stranger in doggy style. It was so hot. I started rubbing my panties. I moved my panties a little to the right side since it was getting soaked in my juices. I was rubbing for some time then stopped afraid that I might moan in pleasure, and some people might hear me in the front seat and pulled down my skirt again.
I started to distract myself by listening to some music on my phone. I finally felt relaxed, but after a stop, a guy boarded in the bus and sat in the last row sitting right next to me. The whole row was empty, but he just sat right next to me. He looked like he’s probably doing college. He had some notebook with him as well. He looked a bit cute. He had his arms crossed, and so was mine. His elbow was touching my elbow.
I got horny again. I let my arms free and tried coming close to his elbow so that I could let his elbow feel my breasts. My boobs touched it slightly, but he didn’t notice. then the bus took a left turn. His elbow leaned on my left breast during the turn. He turned towards me, he couldn’t see me well, but he became conscious of his elbow touching my breast, and he pulled it back.
Then he intentionally pushed his elbow against my breast after some time. I got really horny by this time and tried to control myself. The feeling that a stranger is trying to touch me and I’m accepting it without resisting made my body hot all over. He pulled it back again and tried pushing it a couple more times to probably see if I was resisting. I didn’t. Then he started moving his elbow around my breast.
I didn’t know what to do. I cannot be so bold. So what I did was, I closed my eyes, pretended I was sleeping and leaned on him. He must have seen my eyes open when he turned over the last time, but I still did it anyway. I leaned my head on his shoulders. And he probably smelled me at that time. At least that’s what it sounded like. He let go of his crossed arms now, and he groped my left breast. I didn’t do anything and pretended I was still asleep. He groped me several times, and each time bolder with his touch.
He tried to put his hands on my back and tried to grope my right breast but he stopped after trying it once probably because anyone might see his hand groping me through the window. Then he tried to go for my thighs, but since I was leaning on him it was hard for him. He tried to push me slowly towards the window but I still leaned on him and he couldn’t move me as much harder. Then he took my left hand and inserted it into his pants and underwear. My left hand felt the hairs he got and finally, he put my palm around his hard cock. His cock seems bigger than my husband’s.
And started moving my arm slowly so as to stroke his cock.i thought ‘ wow. What a bold guy’ he was moving my hand faster. Now I got up from his shoulder, and I was stroking his cock on my own now. He let go of my hand, and let his arms be free on the side, and started enjoying it. I started stroking faster and faster and he let out a small moan before he came. But no one heard it. He came in his underwear. I took my hands out, and He zipped his pants now.
I was still horny though. I couldn’t ask him to give me pleasure. I was a bit shy. Then he touched the inside of my thighs himself like he read my mind. He tried to touch my vagina, but my pencil skirt was a bit tight for him to put his hands inside. I pulled my skirt up with my both hands as if I’m asking him to enter me. Then, he put his hands on my vagina finally. He rubbed it up and down and in a circular motion. It felt great enough that I just pulled down my panties to my feet. Then took it out and gave it to him.
For a moment I thought what the fuck I was doing. But I was too horny that I let it go. He seemed to smell it and licked it a little before he gave it back to me. I pulled his arm with both of my hands and kept his hands closer my vagina. He inserted his finger inside. It felt great.then he slowly began to pull and push his finger inside. He inserted another finger too. I felt great and it took me everything to just keep myself from moaning. Then he suddenly looked up around. And he started to get up because his stop had come. ‘ I tried to stop him by pulling his arm down once he got up with his notebook and kissed him on his lips. He licked inside my mouth, and he got up and got down from the bus. The guy in the front seat saw me when I pulled him and kissed him. I didn’t care. It felt great, but I don’t have the guts to do this again in my life.
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This is the GRA edit – a revision that cleared a major continuity error Cadet Colonel Alex Flowers stepped out of the shimmering field that marked the terminus of the transporter and into bedlam. After taking just three paces he stopped, not knowing what to do and unable to see anyone in charge. Behind him he heard a curse, then Captain Roberts, Confederacy Space Marines, stepped around him and bellowed “Halt!” His voice, commanding and loud enough to reach the far corners of the room,...
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On the eighteenth anniversary of the son of my best friend, Oksana, I decided to give him a really worthy gift of this event. I knew he wanted to be a photographer and become famous for his work, but he didn't have a good camera. I bought a good professional camera for him. Let it was quite expensive, but I really wanted to pamper Andrew.Andrew was quite a nice sociable young man, of medium height, but without the impressive muscles. In General, he made a good impression, but as a man I never...
I’m gonna share something personal today that is a major part of our lives. Me and Birgit haven’t shared an important news with you – we’re going to be parents. Yes, Birgit is pregnant since the first night in Ibiza. Weird, isn’t it? For many conservative people we might now seem officially the crazy ones, but it is our life and neither one of us see any problem with pregnancy and our common interest. Maybe you know that many pregnant women tend to be sexually more eager than usually.Like every...
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