Stolen Chances On A State Bus

My married life is going thru lot of stress recently. I am 35 yrs old, fair, educated & middle-class working woman married to an Accountant 9 yrs ago. Lately, I have been feeling that my husband was spending less time at home due to secret rendezvouses. Like all middle-class women, I was feeling trapped between my values & inner desire. I was feeling lonely & ignored, but my middle-class values were preventing me to stray out of my marriage & start an affair, which could break my family. And so, I was living an unexciting life till a casual erotic incident in a bus spiced up my life a little bit.

I am presenting my experience to all my dear ISS patrons, as it actually happened with me on my way back from office, without adding any extra spice to dilute its originality.The State Transport Bus is my mode of travel between my Home & Office. As per my routine, it was almost 6:30 PM in the evening when I caught the State Transport bus service to reach home that day.

Readers may be aware that unlike the new comfy City Buses, the State Transport Buses are poorly maintained, rickety, dim, flickery lights, with small windows & even tight spaces between the rows of seats.

Since I caught the bus from the starting stop, I managed to get an aisle seat on the seats reserved for ladies. I was wearing a saree and sleeveless blouse and was lucky to get a seat. Had I not got the seat, standing in the bus would have proved to be a hell of an affair with the saree becoming a nuisance. As the bus moved on, it began to fill with passengers at each stop. After 3-4 stops, the bus became severely crowded.

After sometime, I felt as if something hard was lightly pressing my right arm. I looked on my side to find a male passenger’s crotch pressing on my arm. I was uncomfortable at first, but then I thought that the passenger was probably unintentionally doing this, as passengers were continuously dashing against each other while moving up & down the aisle, for either going forward to get down at their stops or to get the tickets.

I expected to get relieved of this misery after some time when the crowd thins after some stops. But gradually it seemed that the intensity of this hard on was increasing. I was wearing a sleeveless blouse & hence this enabled my passenger’s crotch to directly touch my uncovered arm. Stop after stop came & went, also the pressure of passengers in the bus reduced, but surprisingly the hitting on my arm remained constant.

I just took a glance at my annoying passenger to find a 27-28 yrs young, sporting fit fellow standing near me gripping the vertical rod for balance. He was looking sideways towards the driver while hitting my arm with his crotch. It didn’t look like he was doing it purposefully, so initially I didn’t care about the trouble.

Surprisingly, over time, the eroticism of the situation began to grow on me.

I casually wanted to check whether he was deliberately hitting on me or not. Instead of abruptly pulling my arm away, I gently pressed the back of my elbow on his crotch in such a way so that it looked accidental. I held my elbow still at that point. I felt his hardness grow with my touch & simultaneously it sent a shiver down my body. The movement of passengers & the bus conductor down the aisle made his crotch rub my hand in sideways brushing moments & also press into my elbow every now & then. The game was going awry & my passenger got a completely wrong message. I had unwittingly aroused my passenger in the process.

The rubbing & the pushing was now growing more intense. I withdrew my elbow from his crotch & sat upright. Unknown to me, this had caused my saree to shift a little bit over my chest & reveal my heaving bosom from the side. Suddenly, as if my movement had given him a cue to go further, his crotch shifted from my hand to my exposed bosom. He pushed his dick on my bosom quite unashamedly this time, as if he had taken my permission for granted. What was now happening was way beyond my wildest thoughts.

Permission was taken by him without a request, as I myself had been nonchalantly taking this game forward. The violently jumpy & shaking bus caused his cock to dash on my breasts and began to generate awesome feelings in me.

My body was getting the attention it was craving for and the woman in me reciprocated eagerly to the pleasuring stimulus.

Sometime after he had warmed up his cock with my jiggly breasts, he looked right & then left to ensure that no one else was watching us in the game & by a deft action of his trembling fingers pulled down his trouser zip. He was profusely perspiring and tried his utmost to wipe the drops of perspiration from his forehead, but could not prevent some drops from following on my bare shoulders. The drops of sweat not only heightened my sexual excitement, but added a dash of glamour to the thrilling situation.

The zip was open but still there was some work to be done. Silently, quickly he parted his underwear & brought his snake out into the world. As he pushed his crotch forward, his naked penis tapped on my bare right arm, a sudden current of pleasure tore through my veins. The penis had grown by substantial means into a hard, red hot rod object of sex. For the first time, the organ of love of a stranger had touched my sensuous body.

He was getting more & emboldened as I was offering no resistance. Not only was I lost in getting undulated carnal pleasure from these illicit actions, but I was also probably curious to see to what extent this game can go.

The game was gradually climbing to the next level. He brought his naked penis near my face. The smell of precum hit my nostrils. I slightly moved my right cheek to touch his penis, but made it look unintentional. I allowed his wet penis to lovingly caress my cheek, poke my ear lobes & brush my sensitive neck. I could not resist the temptation of touching his glistening penis & one or twice lovingly pinched his penis. This caused a strand of precum to fall on the valley between my heaving boobs.

My body wanted more attention from this stranger & provoked my mind to take a full dip in this adventure. I clutched my handbag tightly & hesitatingly opened the buttons of my blouse, warily checking whether my co-passenger was becoming aware. There was this great danger of my co-passenger getting up for his stop & the thought of someone catching us unexpectedly was actually bringing my climax closer.

I unfastened my blouse buttons fully & with great dexterity unhooked my brassiere from my behind. My soft, luscious breasts were thus partially free, since I had clutched my handbag tightly to my chest, to avoid my blouse & brassiere from fully coming off while in the game. Cautiously, I had exposed only the right breast fully. It was strangely wicked & exciting to expose my naked areola in a cramped bus to a complete stranger. The danger of getting caught was adding fuel to the lustful fire that was ignited in my neglected body.

The doldrums were fast approaching. He pushed his crotch closer to my body & his naked penis now rested on my right breast. Finally, skin was touching skin. My womanhood became wet with anticipation & I twisted & turned in my seat to control the delicious, piercing pain that had begun between my legs.

As always, the bus lights were extremely faint & together with the silhouette of the evening it proved the perfect cover for our illegitimate deeds.

With each jerk of the bus, his penis made thrusting movements on my bare breast. Finally, I thought it was now time to pull the curtains on this secretive journey with his climax. My stop was coming close & I gingerly began to pull him to his climax by gently cupping his scrotum with my wiry fingers, which was partly brushing against my breasts & also slowly stroked his cock which was running riot on my cleavage. I desperately wanted to see another man’s cum on my neglected body and the wish came true within a few moments. My other hand was holding my hand bag to my chest.

Realizing that he was very close to his orgasm, he angled his penis to hit exactly on my fully engorged nipple. My right boob jiggled side to side due to the assault by his cock. After hitting exactly on my nipple a couple of times, he abruptly stood stiff. Even before I could realize anything, his penis began to pulsate violently on my breast & spewed out hot thick trail of molten cum on my breasts. The cum was so hot that my breasts got scorched from the heat. The penis was frothing with white cum at its head.

Both of us had thrown our head back on our shoulders & closed our eyes to savor the ecstasy of this precious moment for some time. Soon after we scrambled our senses & rapidly began to straighten our clothes. There was neither time nor the place to clean our stains. My lover had some difficulty in instantly putting back his erect snake back into its cover, but finally managed to send the dangerous snake back into its home. The snake had bitten me hard & had unknowingly left its indelible bite marks deep in my mind.

I realized that my stop was almost close and I got up to go forward towards the exit. As I got up and another co-passenger had settled down on my seat, one hand of my lover suddenly snaked around my belly from behind & held me for few minutes. He was doing this, taking care that no one was watching us. He caught me by the belly, pulled my ear lobes by his lips. My expensive perfume was probably driving him mad to begin a second session & he was madly running his nose up & down the nape of my neck. I had climaxed once, but this unanticipated romantic action from him was reigniting my passion. And I was game.

He replaced the right hand which was snaking around my belly with the left hand. The right hand traveled behind towards my buttocks. I was standing still with one hand holding the bus rod & my hand bag slung on my shoulder. The shoulder proved to be a very good camouflage for our actions.

He started mauling my butt cheeks with his right hand. Then he started something which was completely new to my body. He dropped his handkerchief on the floor and knelt down to pick it up. The bus was still crowded but still relatively free for our activities & my young lover was taking full advantage of it. While picking up his handkerchief, he slowly brushed his face & lips up my legs, way up my knees, my haunches, the inside of my thighs & finally his disturbing but erotic lips came to rest on my saree covered buttocks. For a brief moment, he had even raised my saree a little bit & managed to rub his cold hands quite deep on the inside of my legs. This left a tingling sensation from the bottom of my feet to my vagina.

I had no idea that the renewed game would be hotter than the previous. He dug his nose in between the crack of my butt cheeks and found an obstruction – my panty. My legs were trembling so viciously, that I felt I would sink into my seat once again.

I was feeling bad at the same time for my hardworking boy, who was trying practically everything to arouse my erotic senses, but I was simply acting like a passive element in the game, selfishly relishing the sensual desires that were unleashed upon me by my lover.

With both hands on my butt cheeks & fingers at the ends, he pulled down my panty slightly lower. Thus a crack of my buttock was exposed from below the saree. The privacy of my buttock was still protected by my saree, yet I could still feel the intensely sniffing nose. He satisfied his olfactory senses to the hilt by digging his nose into my bum cheeks as deep as was possible. I freaked out when he ploughed his middle finger deep into my anus, but thanked the saree for saving my modesty today. As his fingers frantically searched for my glory hole over my saree, my legs had turned to jelly. Besides a couple of weak, but long pulls of “AAAhhs & Ooaahhs”, I could dare not do anything.

My parted legs, his furrowing nose, my lowered panty, his plowing finger along with my anxiety had now together formed an explosive mix, which was leading to a sexual explosion within me.

While my legs had parted involuntarily to allow more access to his probing finger from over the saree, I was actually now beginning to get a little petrified because I was completely unaware of his further deeds. Things were beginning to get out of control, I thought.

But soon, my fears were laid to rest as my lover now went for the final homecoming.

He banged his bulging front on my rear a couple of times & released his frothy load of love on my bum, while holding me tightly by the waist. He seemed satisfied finally, as he had abruptly released me after his orgasm. It seemed as if a ferocious storm had come to an end. My sexual journey on the bus had a happy ending & now I desperately waited for my stop to come so that I could rush to my home as fast as my quivering legs could carry me.

After reaching home, I began undressing to get into the shower. I found thick dried starchy spots of sperm, the result of our love-game on my blouse, brassiere & some on my chest & on the saree. I loosened all my clothes & wearily dropped on the bed completely naked, legs sprawled wide & dipped my fingers into my horny vagina. My mind relished the incident over & over gain, as I beat my clit to awesome orgasms.

From this day…..I am not that modest woman anymore!!

Stolen Chances On A State Bus