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It was a Sunday evening. Not a usual one. I had to make a journey in the afternoon to my house from the place I worked. I missed the 2 pm bus. I waited in the ISBT and asked a handyman there. He pointed me to a bus standing in the garage. “That bus may go.” He said, “But it will take time. Something is wrong with that. They are working. You can go and ask those guys.” I moved on and asked the long haired thin fellow standing near the bus. “Is the bus going to Amalgaon?” “Yes,” he replied unhurriedly. “But when?” I asked. “In half an hour” he replied and diverted his attention to the mechanic working still under the bus.I had to wait. There was nothing much I could do. So, I took a stroll in the bus-adda itself. Bought a magazine and tried to read that. Half hour gone. I gazed to the bus. Still the fellow was under the bus. The handyman was busy handling him this spanner, that spanner. I tried to put my mind in the magazine. Something was written about Indian women’s sex practices. It was a survey. They had some pretty interesting data. A huge percentage had multiple sex partners even after marriage, another huge number had pre-marital sexual relations and all that. It was all very alien for me. In my 25 years of life I never had an opportunity to touch any woman. Let alone sexual contact. I felt all those stuffs were plain tantalizing rubbish brought up by the writer. Where were all those women? That the magazine was talking about.
Another hour passed. I had two cups of tea. And I kept my eyes on the bus. Still there. They tried twice or thrice starting the bus. But it made some noise and fell silent again. No sign of running soon. Few persons were gathering around me. Probably, they were going by the same bus. I felt a bit thirsty. I was bit anxious too. If they can not repair the bus, I had to cancel the journey. But my mom is not going to like that. She will think I just made an excuse. I went towards the juice parlour. Ordered banana juice. Just then the bus made another attempt to start up, this time the moaning lasted longer as if it was going to start. But again felt silent. My juice was ready. I put it in my mouth and then the bus attempted for another start and this time it was successful. A soft hue and cry murmur of ‘yeah’, ‘good’ came out from the site of the bus. The handyman patted the mechanic. The driver came down, said something to the mechanic. Then got up again, and in few seconds the bus reached the platform. The handyman began shouting ‘Amalgaon, Amalgaon; Last bus, Last bus’. I finished the juice. Got into the bus. The bus was already half full. I did not expect so many people as the time was already 4:30 pm. And the journey takes around 4 hours. I got a two-sitter empty towards the end. I took the window side. In a few minutes our journey started.
Half an hour has passed. Night was beginning to fall, as winter was starting to come by. The bus was moving fast. The wind was blowing inside pretty fast. I enjoyed that. My next sit was still empty. I started to doze. I enjoy sleeping in the bus as this makes me not to feel the boredom the bus journey usually brings. The bus has reached Tomarghat. Two persons got in. A middle aged man and a lady. The lady must be his wife as the way they talkd made that very evident. They came towards the back side searching place to sit. The seat on my right was still empty. The lady took that sit. The man moved further back. A place in the last long seat was available. The bus was already moving. The wife eagerly looked back. When she saw her husband had got a seat she was relieved. She comforted herself in her Seat. I glanced at her. She was of the age 30-35. A bit plump, fair skinned with a pretty face and she was wearing a saree. But her husband looked much older and somewhat sick and weak. I felt a bit sorry for the lady, may be she is from a poor family and because of troubles in the family had to marry that old-looking man.The lady’s shoulders were touching mine and I was feeling her warmth. I enjoyed that. I moved my shoulders a bit in order to give her more space to sit comfortably. She shifted her position a little and I noticed she was much nearer than before. Her thighs were touching mine. I became a bit conscious. Though I loved that touch I felt uneasy and shifted my leg so that it does not touch her. Few moments passed. I again felt the warmth in my thigh. Her leg again. She had spread her legs more. I did not do any thing and let them remain like that. I was feeling a mild arousal and was beginning to fantasize about a soft traveling sex encounter. In order to see her response I pressed my thigh to her. She did not take her leg away. In stead, she shifted slightly in her sitting direction pressing my legs harder than before and as she had turned a little towards left I was having more touch of her body. I felt soft on my shoulders. It must be her left breast. I thought and under my pants my thing was heating up. To see what she does next, I lifted my hand and hold the front seat. Immediately to my utter surprise, she pressed her left boob on the right side of my chest. I was begging to get red hot. My pulse was already increased. I did not know what to do next. Fortunately the bus lights were not much bright and our seat was quite dark as the lights just above us was not at all working, only the passing lights of the road lighted up the space time to time.
I was feeling a bit tickling at the spot her boob was touching me. I could guess very well that she was rubbing it there very slowly. I brought my hand to the original state and while bringing back gave her boob a hard press between my arm and chest. She let one heavy but controlled breath, I could hear that. So, pressing the breast I placed my hand on her left thigh. She gave one more hard rub with her breast. She placed her left hand by mine over her thigh. The sides of our hand touched. It felt nice. She placed her hand just touching mine by the side. Very gradually her hand moved to left to her inner thighs. I too was moving my hand maintaining the fine touch between our hands and in about a minute my hand was resting at her inner thighs. Her hand had made a deep crease of her saree between her thighs and her hand was actually resting on the seat over her saree. I was not sure what should I do. But I began to move my hand slowly on her thigh over her saree. She took her hand off. At the moment our bus was passing through some habitat as more and more lights were coming through the window. She took out a shawl from hand bag and without moving her thighs a bit, she placed the shawl over her body and covered the thighs and with that my hands too. Then she suddenly closed in her thighs, my hand was clasped there. Then she adjusted her shawl over her thighs so that the crease between her thighs goes off. But over her shawl my hand was clearly visible. Next she took the dangling portion of the shawl, heaped them up and placed over my hand. Except a lump of cloth nothing more was visible now.
I began to rub my hand between her thighs. I was going up towards her crotch. I reached the place from where I could not move my hand any further. But I pressed there and moved my little finger trying to find something. I could feel the saree and more warmth, but nothing more. Suddenly, she tightened her Thighs. I stopped moving my finger, I could hear her breaths; it was deep but controlled. She was bending more on me arms now. Both her melons were touching my hand. She loosened her thighs a bit and I began to feel her crotch again. I adjusted my hand such that in stead of the little finger my whole hand was there. I pressed and cupped the whole crotch. I took the whole folds of her saree there and with my middle finger I tried to feel the crack. She leaned more towards front brining her buttock near the edge of the seat. She opened her legs more. It gave me more space to work upon. I began rolling my finger more. I took some more flaps of the saree and moved my finger sideways, yeah, now I could definitely feel the crack. With saree folds I rubbed the crack. I could put my finger there. I could feel the warmth. I poked my finger further in and it was going in as in a deep cave. I entered until the saree folds resisted my finger. There I rested for some time. The woman was leaning back. She was not moving. The hotness was surrounding my finger, I could feel that. Then suddenly I felt moist in my finger. Her juice was collecting there. And made her saree moist and my finger too. For around one and half minute I stayed there. Then she made some movement in the crotch and tried to squeeze my finger and let go. Through the creek I put there another finger, then another. She began to repeat that squeeze movement.
Then I brought my fingers outside carefully not to come wholly out or to miss the crack. Her saree folds also came out. From the deep well I began to move up bit by bit pressing and caressing every millimeter of her pussy creek. At one point suddenly she jerked. I knew I was over her clitoris. I stopped immediately. She sighed slowly. I gave her time to recover. Then again I pressed the same spot. I could hear her teeth cracking to each other. She was desperately stopping her moans. So, I continued pressing the spot at a rhythmic intervals. She began to breath deep and slow. It continued for about three four minutes then she suddenly closed her thighs. I tried moving my hand there. But she won’t allow. I thought she needed some rest. So, I rested there too. Moments passed. Suddenly she leaned to my ear and spoke, “Can I sit by the window?” “Sure.” She loosened her thighs. I took out my hand. She took off her shawl, adjusted her saree. And then she stood to change the seat.
To make room for her to pass, I tried to take my legs to one side. But I saw she was holding my right thigh with her hand and she resisted the movement. So, I kept my legs as they were and they were wide open. My dick already rock hard and dripping with precum and erected making my pant look like a tent. She raised then, she faced towards me passed one of her legs between my thighs, leaned forward. Her breasts were dangling just in front of my face. She waited for few moments like that. Then she waived to her husband sitting at the last row of seats, told him that she is going to sit by the window. Husband said something. She was unable to hear and so she leaned further pressing both of her boobs on my face. I could feel the round softness pressing my mouth. Her nipples were erect and strong. I could feel the left one touching my cheek. I also felt a thrust on my erect rod. That was her leg she had raised to touch my dick and was actually playing with it. She said something more to her husband. I could only hear some murmurs. Moments felt like years. The heat going up inside me. Gradually she released the pressure Both on my face and also on my dick. Then she sat on the other side by the window. That side was more dark. She took her shawl again like before covering her lap.
After adjusting her shawl, she sat down on one of my hand. When she was standing I placed one of my hand on the seat. I had in my mind to feel her buttocks and caress them. She sat there and found that a bit odd and tried to place my hand by the side. But that very moment I took handful of her buttocks and squeezed them softly. She did not try again and sat that way. After her shawl was placed finely, she took her right hand out and grasped my right hand and pulled it very gradually towards her. I carried on with whatever she did; she took my hand under her shawl and placed it over her tummy midway between the blouse and waist line of her saree. I could feel the softness of her skin, the heat and her umbilicus. It was deep, I put my finger there, then I took her bosom in my hand and began fondling them. Her own hand was one mine and she was taking me from one to the other. I tried to get inside her blouse by poking the downside of her blouse but it was tight enough. Then I found her hand was there too she was doing something over her cleavage. In a minute I knew she had opened her blouse. I went up and tried to touch her tit. But I felt the thick lines of her bra. Her hand over mine and working there again. In another minute her bra was unhooked too. I could feel the naked tits, her hard nipples. I went on fondling the tits, cupping them, taking her nipples one by one between my fingers and giving them soft and hard rubs alternately. Her own hand was resting on her tummy and I could feel she was poking her hand under her saree. My other hand went on simultaneously. Cupping her buttock as much as it could, squeezing it, trying to poke into her ass creak.
I went on, I felt a steaming desire in my mind. I wanted to feel her whole body rubbing every part of her with my hands. I wanted to ram her. Lick every inch of her body. She must be feeling the same. She was helping me with all her desire. She was moving as much as she could in that cramped seat of her. I knew she was getting hot, as hot as any woman can get with their passionate desires. She was enjoying every touch of mine. I just thought where was it leading to. Where is it going to end?My hands were still on her tits, fondling them with all might. Suddenly she made some movement. She hold and stopped my hand busy on her boobs. She hold my hand in hers and then she took it to her waist line and she was trying to put it inside her saree. Initially it was not possible trying to put two hands inside that tight junction is not possible. But I could feel she was working on the knot. And in a few moments it was loose. Her petticoat lace was untied and that very moment my hands went in. I slid my hand inside. In my hands was the tuft of hair guarding her honey hole. I could feel those. I pulled them gently and gradually I forwarded towards her pussy. In an instant it was within my reach.
My hand rested there. I could feel the raw meat there. I could feel the warmth of her hot hole. I could feel it was wet. It was slippery. In a moment I put my finger on her crack and rubbed my fingers there. Suddenly she stiffened. I knew I touched her clitoris. I stopped there for sometime. She composed herself. Then again I began my handy work. I gently kept rubbing my finger on her clit. She passed a very Silent but sure moan. I worked there and her moans were getting quicker. I feared she ma moan out loudly. But there was nothing like that. She kept her outward calm alright though she allowed some controlled moans to come out. I was getting hotter by those. And I kept on working there. Then she grabbed my hands and took one of my fingers in her and guided to the deep hole. I knew what she wanted and accordingly I began to poke in and out my finger. Her pussy was wet and slippery and putting my finger in that furnace like was a fun that I never had in my whole life. So, I kept on working there. She guided my thumb to her clitoris. I had grasped her wants. So, I poked in and out of her pussy and working on her clitoris with y thumb. This continued for some time. And after five or so minutes suddenly she began to have rhythmic contractions of her pussy around my finger. Probably she was having an orgasm. So, I stopped and she clasped her thighs. She clenched her teeth, her mouth was stern and she was closing her forcibly. Her breaths stopped altogether. And after a long pause she let her breath out very slowly and then she widened her thighs. I knew things are over and I took out my finger from the pussy. I caressed around her thighs for some more time and came out totally.
She waited such for some time and then tied her petticoat lace again. Tucked in her saree, hooked her bra and the blouse too. I thought everything was over but now I knew how erect my own penis was. It was already passing pre cums and made my undies wet. I tried to relax myself. I closed my eyes. And I was beginning to think that what had happened was nothing but a steamy dream. Then I realized that there was a hand on my crotch. I looked down and I found that my lap was covered with the lady’s shawl and her hand was there moving over my crotch trying to play with my thing. I immediately took my hands inside and got the belt untied and unzipped the fly. I also did unhooked my pant. She put her hands in and hold my dick and started working there. It was all wet my precums made the whole dick slippery. The lady hold it tightly and began to move her hand all over it. I was breathing hard trying not to let go out nay sound. The lady’s hand knew it perfectly well how to play with a man’s cock. And in two or three minutes I made her whole hand wet with the products of my balls. After that her hands rested there for some time. It got out in nest few minutes. I was to damn hot to untie my zip. Again her hand entered inside and this time I felt some cloth wiping my dick. I believe there was nothing much to wipe as my short had already choked in the slimy liquid. Nonetheless, she cleaned the shaft of my penis, made it dry and only then took her hand out.
Then, I zipped myself also buckled in my belt. We two sat there as if nothing has happened and the journey continued………..The whole story is just fiction except the first two paragraphs. I felt that most of the stories here are not real soft eroticas that I like. So, I thought I should write one myself. I shall be glad if anyone cares to write a comment to
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