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Mutual Experience: 26

In Delhi’s Chartered buses, there is a place where the bus is half empty, may be 2nd or 3rd stop from where the bus starts and we can take our pick of the seats. I started to travel in a chartered bus and after a few days zeroed in on my target. She was a heavy unmarried gal, age 26 -27, nice figure, who used to take window seat on the second last seat in the bus. 2 people could sit on this side of seats whereas 3 could sit in the other row.

One nice morning, I started a little early, and after travelling to the starting point of the bus, waited for the bus on my bike. Once I had seen the bus coming, I immediately sped to her stop, parked my bike at a safe place (I had earlier done a survey of the area) , and casually walked with my bag in my hand. After 2-3 minutes, she came and boy…was she looking hot ! She was wearing a suit and was carrying her purse and a large polybag. Her big melons, her ass, her body… it was stupendous…. Making me horny…

The bus came in a minute and we all boarded, around 5-6 people, all regulars apart from me ! They all were viewing me as we all do a newcomer but I avoided eye contact with everybody. I was the last one to board the bus and I coolly inspected the bus before choosing the seat and then, the game was on.

She had taken the same seat and she had taken more than her share of the seat, maybe 60%. I sat down with her and was glued to her. Standard posture, legs against legs, Calves against calves, feet against feet, thighs against thighs…She was smelling as if she had just taken a shower. Glowing complexion, hair open, mascara below her eyes… wow ! To make matter worse, the window was open, and the bus was at may be 40-50 kmph. Her hair were causing havoc, especially with their gentle swings in the air… She closed the window and settled for a long journey. So did I. But I never knew it would be the shortest journey of my life, though the distance to be covered was about 35 kms (And 35 kms in Delhi means one and a half hours minimum.)

After about 10 minutes, her eyes started closing, and she dozes off. The moment I knew she is dozing, I started by touching on her arm, by crossing my arms. I had my bag kept on my knees, which I held by my right hand. She used to sit on my left side.

Now picture this… She is a heavy girl, so naturally she has taken most of the seat. She is, rather I am, plastered against her. Every body is busy in their own work or world. Nobody paying any attention to me or us (or so I thought) My arms folded, with my thumb / fingers (depending on the position of my right hand) touching her upper arm. She had kept her head on the window pane, her hands folded together in her lap, on the top of her purse, which was on her polybag.

My hand was kept there, motionless but for the jerks given by the bus. Slowly, I started caressing her upper arm, gentle touches. Matching the jerks of the bus, My eyes on her face. She is sound asleep. I touch again, a little longer, lingering on her flesh. No response, still asleep. I look around to scrutinize, but it’s a busy world so who has time to watch my heroics. I increase the coverage area of my fingers from 1 sq cm to 1 sq inch. Still no reaction. She is sleeping. So I am forced to increase the area yet again. Now I am touching the upper part of her arm from her elbow to the sleeves of her suit, about 2-3 inches above the elbow. No reaction. I started touching her flesh horizontally, instead of vertically. I start caressing her upper arms with my thumb, in complete strokes. Still no response. My dick is aching. It has been up since I inhaled her fragrance i.e almost 30 minuttes now.

I keep on looking at her face, its motionless. Her eyeslashes closed, her breathing normal. I touch the sleeves of her shirt, she stirs. I move back, she cools off. I again start the touch feel and its back to normal. She is fast asleep. There is movement in the front side of the bus, the guy collecting the fare is coming. Well, I retreat. Almost. But why to waste 5-10 minutes, the time its gonna take for the guy to reach us, after all we are almost at the back,a nd he has to collect fare from 40-50 people before us. So I start touching her thighs using the technique I mastered with the aunties. She is steadfast in her resolve not to open her eyes.

And all this hidden from the view of the fellow passengers by her bag, which she also kept on her knees / thighs, & my bag, which was placed like that. The guy came, collected his fare, and moved on. She again closed her eyes. Now I had two options:
To go for her thighs
To go for her arm
I decided to go for her thighs. The reason was it could be hidden by the position of our bags so the chances of getting “caught in the act” were less. And man, what shapely thighs she had. I start the touch process. First touch “accidental”, followed by frequent brief touches, followed by a constant touch followed by movement of fingers / hand to explore her fully. So I started off with one finger, touching her cautiously, then 2 fingers a little more adventurously, then 3rd finger added for increased sensuality, then 4th finger for increased coverage and finally the whole of the palm to get that feel right ! It took me almost 10 minutes to get to this point.

What I did differently this time was instead of touching her thighs above her shirt, I put my hand on the space where there is a partition in her shirt so it touches her “shalwar” directly, i.e. one less layer between our touches.

The moment I put my entire hand on her thigh I was drenched… in my own cum. I Blasted my load, in my own pant … and nobody knew. I also felt a very painful sensation in my loins. But she was still sleeping, with my hand “trapped” now in her thigh. If I wanted I could take some more advantage of her sleep, but I felt I should not take advantage of her anymore. Why still I don’t know… I retrieved my hand only to see the gentleman sitting on the next seat calling the girl… Bete aapka stop aa gaya, utarna nahin hai kya… One second more and I would have been a goner. Or maybe he was waiting for me to retrieve my hand before he asked her ??? only God knows now…Well… my heartbeat was at its peak, maybe at 150 pulses a minute, the maximum till that date (after that, the worst was when I was fucking my GF in her house, and her dad came and knocked on the door of her bedroom to open up !!!, compared to that, it was nothing !!!) and I somehow eased off. I had actually spent one hour doing things with her, and yet, I didn’t feel the passage of time. She took a total of five seconds to get off the bus, and I was left with a wet underwear, a limp cock and the trouble of negotiating the looks of the guy who woke her up for the next 15 minutes.

But in the end, it was the beginning of something very very naughty!

I was now caressing her after putting my hand below her kurta, directly on her salwar on an almost regular basis. Slowly I gathered enough courage to touch her pantyline also. I started my routine by touching her arms, she started by opening a book to read and then maybe after 10 minutes slowely dozing off. And me taking the groping to her thighs. And enjoying her for 30-40 minutes.

One day, I was standing at my stand in the evening when I saw her at the same stand. I immediately decided to sit with her in the evening also. The bus came, I was just behind her boarding the bus from the rear door, she took the seat opposite to the rear door and I took the middle seat, next to her. An old uncle came and sat next to us.

I immediately seized opportunity and started feeling her. The bus was almost packed, and it was dusk time, so the lighting was also low. There were two or three bulbs in the bus. I started by crossing my arms, and touching her on the outer side of her arms. She took the signal and leaned on the window. I stretched myself towards her, and closed every micron of gap that existed. I was touching her from my shoulder to my ankle. Literally. In some places, my body was side by side with hers, in some places, I was a covering her body with mine. Slowly and gradually with the tempo building up, my left hand was under her shirt, on her salwar on her thigh doing all kinds of massage, and she was sleeping. My dick was erect, and was aching to come out. I was teasing her, pinching her thigh, palming her, doing everything possible over her salwar. Then I increased my area and started touching the cord of her salwar. Touched the bare flesh of her midriff… she stiffened… I caressed her freely, she was a little frightened ( I guess, for she started moving a little, though her eyes were closed ). I moved back to her thighs. Slowly and gradually I built up the tempo and touched her inner thighs. She opened her legs even more. I raised my leg so that her leg was under mine, and then I touched her pussy from above her salwar and panty. I kept on touching her for 5-10 minutes. Luckily for us, it had rained very heavily and there was huge jam on the roads. Therefore the bus was also moving very slowly.

I moved my hand very freely as there was no fear from her. The only fear I had was getting caught by co passengers. But she had taken her chunni (dupatta ) like a shawl and had covered herself completely. I also had my bag on my lap, plus my arms were crossed under the bag, so the chances of getting caught were very slim, unless someone focussed too much on us.

I kept on touching her outside her salwar for what felt like an eternity. First her nice thighs, then her pussy, then I tried to touch her pussy bypassing her panty J

When it did not materialise, I went north, to the cord of her salwar, and bingo …. Undid it in one go… Immediately she opened her eyes…. I averted my eyes, and kept still… only my heart was pounding, and my ears were on fire. Rest all was normal

She went back to sleep, and my hand went into her salwar, into her panty and into her pussy….

It was warm, it was wet… no wet would be an understatement… It was a puddle … she was damn wet… And the moment I touched her down there, her hand came from nowhere, and grabbed my arm… I was shell shocked… and I slipped one, two fingers in her. In order to do so, I had to lean to her side, and my left shoulder was tilted towards the other side…

But I paid no attention to anybody else, nor to the uncle sitting next to me, who was also dozing…If some had paid any attention to me, he would have seen me sitting in a very difficult posture !

I finger fucked her for a good hour or so minimum that day…

It generally takes about 2 hrs to reach rohini from Nehru Place, but that day, there was a jam on the roads due to water logging and we reached around 9 pm, in 3 hrs. I did everything possible that one can do in a packed bus that day … moved up and grabbed her breasts, massaged them, caressed her stomach, caressed her thighs, touched her pussy , put my fingers in her pussy… and then finger fucked her some more. Took out my hand three or four times from her shalwar, and reach time after resting for 5 minutes reinserted my fingers in her choot. She was drenched, her eyes were shut, and she pretended to be asleep…

I removed my hand from her salwar the moment the seat next to me became empty, and she also arranged her clothes and tied the cord of her salwar. But strangely we never spoke anything, though I did the same thing with her 2-3 more times.

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