Read in mature women sex stories that a boy enjoyed the touch of my body in a crowded bus. I also feel very good, so I am completely in favor of it.
Hello, I am Sanjana… In the previous part of the mature lady sex story,
aunty found it funny when a small boy teased her in the bus.
You read that a 19-20 year old young man ignited the fire of suppressed lust in the mind of a middle-aged woman like me. Used to be.
That boy shook every part of my body in the moving bus.
This is the next part of the same mature lady sex story.
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My shoulders and his were wrestling with each other as they were held tight by the thin ruby cloth shirt. Their hands are close to each other from shoulder to elbow.
In this position, when I placed my left hand on her shoulder on her seat, the sex appeal increased even more.
As soon as my hand fell on the seat, his right shoulder put so much pressure on my left chest that my left chest became as big as a melon and became taut like a mango. The only difference in age is that this mango does not drip juice.
His shoulders hugged my body and his right hand started floating on my thigh.
Meanwhile, he put his finger in the navel covered with my saree. Half of his fingers went into my navel.
He was full of ego, sometimes moving his fingers back and forth on the navel, sometimes moving them inside the navel. I covered her hand with my pallu and gave her my full support.
After some time he again started touching my fleshy thighs.
He had his bag in his lap so I couldn’t see the shape of his penis… or anyone else’s. But I definitely felt his penis in my mind.
I covered her hand with my saree pallu and held the vegetable bag in such a way that all its weight was on my right thigh while the cloth of the bag (lighter than the front) was covering her hand.
Because of my whiteness, his confidence and desires are sky high.
Her moving hands on my thighs aroused me so much that I had to hold the pallu of the saree with my right hand to hide my facial expressions. But she could hide this feeling only from the crowd of the bus, not from him.
Perhaps I moaned so loudly that the sound reached his ears, which were 6-7 inches away from my mouth.
The answer was that every moment his hands were pressing my fleshy thighs with more pressure than before.
He passed the bag in his lap. Now there was only a little space left between my bag and his bag.
The next moment, she excused herself by opening the chain of the bag and placed her right hand on me. The hand above the elbow sank between my two huge breasts, and the elbow dug into the base of my breasts.
His hands moved from elbows to wrists and were pressing my bare stomach with full force.
Then his fingers opened the chain of the bag and took out his cell phone. He calmly placed his hand on me and then removed it.
From his arms to his wrists, from my chest to my bare stomach.
This time he removed all the pressure with his palms and started massaging the upper part of my vagina while pressing the clamp of the saree.
If we look at all this behavior from the perspective of the crowd, this situation is very common and helpless. But we both could feel how emotional it was.
My body was now becoming even hotter and in this heat her tight body was adding fuel to the fire.
Neither of us paid much attention, mainly because of the age difference between us.
Although he was tall and strong, to my middle-aged, muscular body he was like my child.
Some people may be skeptical because of my age, but looking at the white hair growing among the black hair on my head, no one would think that I enjoy these little intoxicating activities more than I do. These movements were happening on Anand’s body and he was enjoying it.
The thick hair growing in the armpit of my left hand, which I had kept on the seat, was now sweating. It came out through the fabric of my shirt and soaked his shirt.
The intoxication of both of them increased due to the fragrance. It was the smell of sweat of everyone present in the room, but at this moment this intoxicating aroma filled both of us with immense energy.
Meanwhile, while massaging his shoulders, he collected the juice from my armpits on his shoulders.
I just kept the pleasure of the movement of her shoulders under my armpits because I was afraid of the crowd.
He was holding the phone in his left hand, probably typing something in a message, and then he turned the phone towards me.
I took out my glasses from my purse, blew on them, and wiped them on the shirt covering my bulging chest.
I looked through my glasses and saw that he had written this sentence in the message box.
‘Name? ,
I took out my phone from my purse and attached it to her bag with the same movement.
My bag now covers me from my navel to my knees, and his bag goes from my waist to just above my thighs.
Holding the phone in my right hand, I moved my left hand down and placed it on her thigh.
When my hand touched her warm, delicate thigh, there was a look of surprise on her face.
My reaction to this action was that his hand passed through my saree and petticoat and reached my hot and burning vagina between my thighs.
Now her right hand is on my body and my left hand is on her body.
The two hands below are playing a game on each other’s body, and the two hands holding the phone above are having a conversation on each other’s body, which is going on in their minds.
I wrote a reply in the message box on my phone and then placed my hand on the bag to show him.
“Sanjana…where is yours?”
This question is answered first with his lower hand and then with his upper hand.
His middle finger entered my saree and petticoat and tried to enter the wide crack of my vagina.
There was no way for the fingers to penetrate due to the walls of the cloth, but due to the thick pleats of the saree and the fabric of the petticoat the thickness of the fingers became equal to a medium sized penis.
The combination of the dildo, thick fingers, and my clothes, successfully entered my stretched vagina.
The fabric of the petticoat looked like a condom made of thick cloth, the dryness was becoming wet due to the dripping vaginal juice.
And the person above replied, “Tarun Singh…can we exchange two numbers?”
I glanced over my glasses to read her message and in her style, I replied first with my lower hand and then with my upper hand.
She caught hold of his penis with her left hand and pressed it hard.
If this behavior had happened in private he probably would have screamed. But at this point, he could only tighten his lips.
Leaving the penis loose, I placed my index finger on the hole part of his penis. I
started rotating it in circles with my fingers and started applying pressure on the hole.
Apart from the physical reaction, all I was wondering was, is there something wrong?
Where do we start and where are we going? If you tell us that number then probably there won’t be any big problem.
Amidst all this chaos, the carefree smile on her innocent face instantly answered all my big questions. Without thinking, I wrote down the number in this box on my phone and told him.
As soon as he got the number, his expression changed and he immediately saved my number in his phone.
He put his phone in his shirt pocket and whispered in my ear, “My game is coming in 5-7 minutes.”
These words deeply hurt my soul or rather my lust.
I was ready to live my life in this moment.
Now I increased the rotation of my fingers on his penis and started rubbing it back and forth from time to time.
My fingers felt thick juice on the mouth of his penis.
I took my whole hand on the head of my penis and started wiping the penis juice on his pants like a cloth.
He did not ejaculate, but the juice dripping from the heat almost touched my hand.
I wasn’t the only one who felt anxious after hearing about the deadline. His hand became stronger inside my vagina. It seemed as if he would put his entire hand in that hole.
She had inserted the penis made of fingers completely inside. Both petticoat and saree enter the vagina and start creating holes.
Now he just started moving his fingers in and out of the hole. Considering the artificial hole present there as the hole of my vagina, he was deepening it with every thrust.
The thick juice coming out of my vagina passed through my petticoat and saree and reached his fingers.
The conductor shouted – Shambhu Nagar is coming. People of Shambhu Nagar came forward.
Hearing this he smiled and looked at me and I smiled and held his penis firmly and let it go.
In return, he hit the artificial hole hard and slid it further into my vagina and I screamed in pain.
He controlled himself and hung the bag around his waist, covering his penis.
Then he walked up to the door and waved at me.
He stood there staring at me and in response I looked into his eyes, fearless of the crowd.
Finally, the bus stopped and he quickly got off and waved at me. Perhaps he didn’t even notice the small wave I gave in response.
After a while he was next to me under the bus window. The entire middle finger of his right hand, which was still glistening with my vaginal juice under the street light, he took it into his mouth and sucked it intoxicatingly.
I was surprised to find that it was the same finger that had released fluid from my vagina. He licked up all my vaginal juice in one go.
At first I was a little hesitant, but out of curiosity… or lust, I also showed her my left hand and extended my tongue and licked the entire palm. The juice has dried up, but when it hits the tongue, the flavor is still just as bright.
This is the first time in my 44 years of life that I have experienced licking the juice of a man.
It may not be the complete juice, but it is its basic form.
I inserted my tongue into each finger and licked the taste. I was licking the entire sticky palm.
Just then a voice came – Come on, Ustad.
The bus drove off and she waved goodbye to me and I waved back, wondering if this was where it was going to end, or if this was just the beginning.
I will write more sex stories some other time when I meet Tarun.
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