Read now in Sex Stories what happened to me when I boarded a crowded bus. I am wearing a saree. My stomach was completely exposed. A 19-20 year old boy was looking at me.
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I was a little scared seeing the crowd in the bus but it was the last bus so somehow I had to go…otherwise I would have had to drive my personal car and I was not feeling safe at all in such a long time. ,
Somehow, after boarding the bus, the conductor’s voice came as usual – Stop, why are there so many people at the back door!
A voice came from the crowd – Brother, where is the place to retreat?
Because of the crowd, I moved back two seats from the door.
In this push my saree got pulled to one side and my thick, fleshy fair stomach was exposed under my blouse up to four fingers below my navel.
I had tied the saree below my navel. College girls were standing around me.
In this scuffle I could not even straighten my saree. One of my hands was on the seat and the other hand was holding a bag of vegetables. I was standing facing the window, my naked stomach pressed against the seat.
Then I felt that something was crawling deep inside my navel.
I couldn’t turn quickly in the crowd, but when I lowered my head, I couldn’t see anything.
Just to satisfy myself, I inserted my finger half a finger into my navel to check if any worm had entered.
When it was done, I looked towards my seat. From above, a boy of my son’s age i.e. around 19-20 years is looking at me.
As soon as our eyes met, he smiled and I also smiled slightly.
“How far are you going?” The boy asked me.
“Son, I am going to Tikkanpur.”
He looks 22-23 years younger than me, so I think it is more appropriate to call him my son.
“This is the last stop. You sit first, I will leave first.”
There were other women standing in the bus, but I was very happy that she gave me her seat.
It is as pleasurable an experience as when you are standing in a group of women and someone chooses only you.
As he stood up with the bag in his hand, the back of his palm touched my open fleshy stomach from below, through my navel to my breasts.
Those few seconds of touch were the first time in 44 years that I felt the strings of my body tingling with touch.
Is this his wish or everyone’s compulsion… I have nothing to say about this.
But to be honest, I don’t even want to say anything.
Because the moment all this happened, even if it lasted only for a few seconds… it was so sweet that the ability to think and understand almost ended.
All I saw were her eyes and a slight smile, and I didn’t know why at the time…but I smiled at her.
As soon as we both started changing positions, say it was due to lack of space or because of his sex appeal… he rubbed my body completely and got into my position.
In this friction, only her thin shirt was between me and her body. My saree was already at the edge of my wrinkled stomach. I could feel the warmth of her stomach on my bare skin.
It was the second time in as many minutes that our bodies were rubbing against each other.
This time I returned her smile with my own smile.
I don’t think anyone else would be able to see the friction between these two bodies the way I did with her.
I smiled and said “Thank you…” and sat on my seat.
As soon as I sat down, first of all I covered my thick waist with the pallu of my saree and then sat down with a bag of vegetables in my lap.
He hung his bag behind me and stood next to me. He placed one hand on my seat and the other on the seat in front of him.
His height is about 6 feet. Whenever the bus fell into a pothole, he would intentionally or unintentionally rub his penis on the nape of my shoulder.
This happened 2-3 times and after every friction he would look into my eyes questioningly.
I was unaware and didn’t react, I just looked at her and looked away.
Maybe he took my irresponsible attitude as yes and rubbed harder, pressing his entire penis on my shoulder, making me realize it.
For me it was like a sudden shock.
I didn’t expect this to happen. When I looked at him, he was waiting for my eyes. I made eye contact for a moment and then immediately looked away.
Perhaps he took this as a green signal and started rubbing his penis slowly on the tip of my shoulder.
With each friction the pressure, tension and size of his penis increased.
I neither had any physical reaction to this nor did I think anything.
Whatever he was doing, I was just feeling it. I just enjoy sex.
Soon the pressure of his big cock started falling on my shoulders.
With each of his rubbing, I also increased the pressure of my shoulders on his penis.
The motion is so subtle and in line with the speed of the bus that I don’t think anyone will notice it.
Pretending to relieve my itching, I raised my right hand and started scratching my left shoulder where his penis was rubbing.
His penis was rubbing on the other side of my hand and I could feel the warmth of his penis on my hand.
I turned my hand and then my fingers came to the base of his penis.
He placed his entire penis in my hand, crossed it over my hand and moved forward.
I excused myself and removed my hand, rubbing my fingers on his penis starting from the base to the tip.
It was probably a sudden reaction on his part and this momentary reaction forced him to kneel.
After this reaction I smiled and looked into her eyes.
He smiled back.
She kept caressing my shoulders. At the same time, I placed the vegetable bag on my right thigh and confirmed that the middle-aged man sitting next to me was sleeping.
Then I slowly moved my saree to the side and inserted my fingers deep into my navel and asked with a gesture – Are you the one whose fingers were playing in my navel and I thought they were insects?
She nodded and said yes.
“Kanakpura has come…Kanakpura…Kanakpura people come down.”
The loud noise of the conductor woke up the middle-aged man of my age sitting next to me. He stood up quickly, touched his knee with mine and started getting up from his seat.
“Uncle, there is still time to reach Kanakpura… don’t worry.”
The boy said, his penis was standing on my shoulder.
As soon as he left, the bus suddenly braked.
The hand of the middle-aged man touched the hand of the boy sitting on the seat in front of me. The boy pretended not to know and removed his hand from the seat and pressed my right ear hard with that hand.
It’s all a game of just a few minutes, the bus gets jolted when the brakes are applied.
But these moments seem like minutes to me.
I felt each of his fingers completely on my thick but slightly loose breasts.
My expression became stern due to the mild pain, but she could not force the pain out of my mouth.
If the same thing had happened in a closed room… I would probably have screamed so loudly that the people living in the neighborhood could hear it.
But at this moment I could only look into his eyes and show a little anger.
The effect this demonstration had on my soul reminded me of my growing youth.
Everyone controlled themselves in shock… Who could see his provocative behavior… Even if someone saw, he could only be called helpless.
As soon as the middle-aged man left, I slipped onto the window seat and the girl standing next to me quickly sat on the seat.
I quickly placed my hand on the seat and gestured to the boy: “Sit down.”
From my voice it seemed as if he was an acquaintance of mine and I was taking a seat for him.
The girl was left speechless and the boy jumped and sat on his seat. The sparkle in his eyes overpowered my curiosity.
In my middle-aged youth, my waist was thick and loose, from the top of my thighs to the bottom of my chest, extending from the seat to the edge of its seat.
His body was so strong that even when he was sitting inside me, he would move out of his seat a little. The girl standing next to him lost her seat, put her phone in her earbuds and stood with her back to the boy.
It is night and now it is starting to get a little dark. But the driver has not yet switched on the lights. He probably wanted to go home early… so he pulled over.
The boy was pressed into my arms, his knees slightly ahead of mine. Maybe it was her height…but her hips were connected to my strong, muscular hips.
This joint of the two starts from the hip and goes to my knee, and then she bends her leg at the knee and bends towards me at the shin.
The little toes sticking out from my slippers were touching the little fingers sticking out from his shoes.
Sometimes he presses his foot between my thumb and fingers, sometimes I press his foot from above.
Above my hips, I removed the saree from my waist so that my stomach was completely exposed next to it, all the way up, with only a thin shirt between my bare armpits.
I will write about what happened next in my bus sex game growing up in a mobile bus in the next part of my bus sex story. You can email me, no need.
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