The story is being shared based on real experience – as recited by a woman
I’m Jyoti (fake name obviously) aged 38 now and married for the past 17 years. This incident happened almost 12 years back. My husband is an engineer and was away at Muscat at that time for better job & money. We didn’t have children even after 5 years of marriage. I work for a school as a teacher and stay at a metro city along with my parents. I do love my husband and family a lot. I’m a normal next door married woman. Decent looks with the typical curvaceous body of a south Indian married girl.
This incident happened during a bus journey, the most unusual place I thought I would cum. On that night, I was about to travel back to the city from my native place where my relatives are put up. It’s a long journey of about 8 hours, and the private bus services are the best way to commute on a short notice. As it was a weekday, the bus was not so crowded, especially not many women. I was waiting for the bus to come, along with my nephew. He came to drop me off. The travels desk coordinator asked for a reshuffle of seats and asked me if I can adjust with another teenage guy. My nephew saw him, and mentioned that he is a senior of him in school and knows him. So, I agreed for the same. The travel agent went to the teenager and asked him the same. He was not comfortable as shown by his face, but reluctantly agreed I guess.
The bus arrived and we all got in. He was not comfortable sitting next to me and made sure he didn’t touch any of my body parts. I laughed to myself, adjusted and slept off, but I couldn’t do so. He was watching the movie being played out. After an hour or so, the bus stopped at the next town, which is the final halt. I woke up and realized that he went down. Just before the bus started, he came back and I could still sense his discomfort.
I started speaking to break the ice and make him comfortable so that he at least can relax and sleep well. I started by saying that “i know him”. Then I went on to the details and told him that my nephew was your junior and that’s why I accepted sitting next to you. Then, he felt ok and started behaving normally. Actually, I realized that he was pretty famous in our town as he was a hardworking student and has achieved some academic laurels too, which were well known in the town. He was a geek, with glasses, wearing formal shirt and trousers even during travel.
Both of us couldn’t sleep and slowly, we started speaking well. I told him all about my family, my husband, his job and his rare visits to India and all. He told me about his life, his ambitions and all. He wanted to go to USA and pursue MS it seems and started preparing for the same already. Somehow, for a strange reason I felt very comfortable with him. I shared many things and was just going with the flow. I went to share that we don’t have children and the problem is with me. I also told him that I asked my husband to marry again, but he didn’t. I told him about my husband, his love for me. I complained about my husband’s rare visits to India because of his career abroad.
After a while, we thought of sleeping. It was already past midnight. I turned to the other side and started sleeping. After a while, for the first time I could sense his hand on my hand. I thought, now he must be comfortable and sleeping happily. But, slowly I realized that it’s moving towards my body. I wanted to confirm, if it was intentional. So, I removed my hand and pushed his hand slightly and slept again. Now, there was no movement for a while, but it touched again. I kept still and after a while, his leg was on my thigh. That was a male touch for me on my private areas after a long time. Somehow, I was feeling good but nervous too. I couldn’t imagine him doing this intentionally as he was very good. The leg was moving slowly and was trying to touch as much as possible. I got nervous and pushed it out of my body. He didn’t open his eyes and felt like moving to the other side in sleep itself. I thought, I was mistaken. But, for a moment, I felt why did I push it off?
I couldn’t sleep for some more time. I was feeling bad for pushing his leg off my thighs, at the same time warning myself against such stupid thoughts. After a long time, his hand was again on me. This time, he had put it in a way that we do in bed. We lay our hand on a person next to us in the bed, he has done the same way. I felt happy, but nervous too. I really don’t know, if it was intentional or not. If it was, I don’t know what all he would do and why he was doing so? But then he slowly moved closer and placed his legs on my thighs again. Ahh, the touch was making me happy, and nervous too. He leaned his head on my shoulder. I thought, that was how he sleeps and there’s nothing harm in it. But then, slowly he was getting his head closer to the neck and the breast area. I panicked and pushed him off again.
I was trembling. Lot of thoughts were running in my mind. I don’t know why he was doing all this but then I started liking it too. I’m still not sure if it was intentional or not, mostly it looks intentional. I wanted to test it next time. After a while, he placed his hand the same way on my midriff (on saree) and after a while his head leaned on my shoulder. Slowly, he was moving towards the neck and breasts area. Suddenly, I raised up and he fell down back on my seat. I looked at him, his eyes were still closed. In a moment of despair, I pulled my hair braid to front side and pressed my back against his face. I wore a traditional saree and blouse. The blouse had little low back and so his face touched my bare back part. OMG, a man’s touch on my flesh after a long time. It was special. I pressed again. Then for the first time, he opened his lips and kissed my back. I was lost.
He kissed again and slowly moved up and kissed on my shoulders. Now, my eyes were closed and my hands were trembling. He slid his hand inside my saree and placed it on the midriff. I panicked and just pushed him away. I don’t know what he thought, but receded and fell back to his seat. I enjoyed his touch and kiss but panicked. So on one side, I was panicking on what’s going on and on other I was thinking why he was not coming back. But, he read my mind I guess. He again put his hand around me and pressed his body against me. He kissed me on my shoulders and at the same time kept his hand inside the saree on my midriff and rubbing it. He moved closer and kissed on my neck, my cheek and all. I was stoic and didn’t move an inch. I was fearing inside that what if anyone sees us this way but really wanted this to go on as well. And suddenly he tried to remove the blouse from the shoulder and kissed on the bare skin. I was panicked by his boldness again. I pushed him back again. I wondered what was he doing, and what all he wants to do in the bus?
This time, he came back quickly again. He leaned his head on the shoulder and inserted his hand inside the saree again. This time, he placed his hands on breasts instead. I was dumbstruck. I wish we were alone in a room. He was squeezing them all over on the blouse itself and kissing me now and then on my neck. I could sense that he is amateurish by the haste shown in pressing them. But I was awed by his guts. He was trying to put his fingers inside the short cleavage exposed out of the blouse. It’s nothing less than heaven. And I could all feel like having it for the first time.
After a while, he tried to insert his hand inside the blouse. I tried to remove his hand as I was feared on how far this would go. But, this time he was strong enough. He instead held strong and tried to insert. My breasts were all expanded by now and were ready to tear apart the blouse and come out. It was very tight for him to put his hand inside. Then, he did the unthinkable. With just one hand he removed the hooks of the blouse. I was awed and submitted myself completely. The bra let his hands inside easily and he was playing with them. I turned all wet by now, completely aroused. Just forgot about the surroundings completely. After a while he got his hands down and I tucked in my stomach and he easily slid his hands inside my petticoat. It touched my part and I felt like floating in clouds. My body was so light and was experiencing a never ever ecstasy. I still don’t have words to explain that feel. By the time, I realized what’s happening one of his finger was inside. The very touch of it made me come. I trembled vigorously and pressed his hand to my part very hardly. My bangles made noise actually, which was pretty loud and that’s when he panicked. He immediately took out his hand. Lied back on his seat and just closed his eyes.
I took a while to let the breath come normal. I hooked back the blouse and readjusted my saree. I was just looking at him and after a while he turned to me and said “Sorry, I got carried away”. I said, “You reminded me of my husband”. He interpreted it that he unnecessarily roused feelings which were buried within and repented for it. I asked him “Did I do anything wrong which provoked you?” He said “No, nothing like that. I think, my age factor it is. I got carried away”.
Later he told me that, he was in love with a girl although she didn’t accept it yet. He feels like doing a mistake by this act. I pacified him saying that both of us got carried away and let’s not feel bad about it. I told him that I never expected him to do so many things, and was surprised to see that he knows so much. He told me that, he watches a lot of porn as it’s freely available. We went on speaking that way. I was recollecting the whole act and felt very good about it. For that night, I wanted to forget that I have a husband.
So, I placed my hand on his chest and leaned against his shoulder. I told him that, it’s been very long that I had this. I told him about my husband’s ways of sex. I told briefly about my first night. I shared almost all secrets with him. Slowly, I got the desire to do something more on that night. I removed his shirt buttons and was gently moving my fingers on his chest. I wanted to touch his organ. I expected that he would take some initiative now as I was coming forward. But, he didn’t. Anyways, I went slowly to his trousers and felt his organ from outside. I didn’t want to stop there and went ahead. I removed the zip and put my hand inside the brief and held his organ. It was very hard. And very hot. I told him the same that my husbands is not so hard and his lover would be very lucky. I felt like having sex with him. I was really craving. I was pressing his organ hard to show him my desire. I didn’t realize that it’s a bus and can’t be done. I didn’t realize that people are around. I think this time, he was aware of all this kept silent. Only after some time, I realized all this and told him that had this been a room, I would have completely surrendered to you.
He kissed me then and complimented about my body too. After some time, he kissed me on my lips. I kissed him again. I told him that I never expected these kind of things to happen in my life. I would never allow any guy to sit next to me, but only you. He kissed me again, but somehow this time its affection and caring. I held his organ again, it is damn hard still and very irresistible. I just told him “I want it”. He pacified me with a small kiss and said its difficult here. He was under complete senses by then. Rare for a 20 year old.
I just went silent and he explained more about himself. It’s his very first experience, even his first kiss too. I was amazed that I could give so much to such a guy for his first time, and equally amazed that he could make me come so hard even though it’s his first time. I thought of proposing to go for a hotel after we get down in the city, but restrained. Such was his impact. We slowly started having a friendly chat and continued till dawn. I was holding his organ for a very long time. With the sun rising, we adjusted ourselves and became normal. Both of us didn’t have mobiles by that time and he gave his college address to mail him my number once I take a mobile. But, he mentioned it clearly that it’s just for friendship and would not indulge in anything like the night.
Slowly, I got back my senses and realized that it’s just a sweet memorable night and should not be continued in anyway. At least, it should just be left to destiny. If I meet him by serendipity, then you never know. I didn’t tell him though. After I reached my place in the city, I bid him bye and got down without looking back.
This is a true and real experience. And hence you won’t see the final act happening in the bus. Please share your comments for me to write more. Or you can reach me out on [email protected]