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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hai I m renju from tvm doing B_tech .For a real man, he just knows what a woman is looking for.. I had one terrific incident once on a bus that I feel is 'shareworthy'. I wanted to break the conventional way of story telling where people explain a woman's body as 'sex objects'.. I want to tell you my experience by putting you right in my shoes.
I was going from bangalore to chennai,which happened to be a night journey. well.. this fantastic couple got onto the bus too. the husband was like so so. but then his lady was extremely beautiful and then I was fixing up my baggage.. I got down n came back onto the bus to sit. and that one moment, she fixed eyes on me just for a couple of seconds. and i'm like - oh boyyyy.. whats going on here and next what happened if I tell u , u'll not believe it.. (but u better believe it)
My seat fell right behind her on the bus... and there was nobody sitting next to me.. and since its a hitek bus.. all windows r closed.. and with that lights on.. u can see the person from the reflection of the window. for a moment I dint understand but then I figured out that she was staring thru the window reflection n watching me... and well.. I started watching her too ... a normal reaction for any guys and well.. call it intuition or something.. or she knew that v were seeing..she adjusted her saree pallu.. she was giving a clear view of her breasts... maannn.. I was like - whattttttt is going on..ofcourse I was thanking the genius who made light and reflecting windows for the bus and then after 30 min into the journey, the bus driver switched off all lights.. and i'm like damnnnnnnnn so its now a big tussle in my head..
What do I do about it ? I mean what can be done about it is the point - if I proceed, n if I do something and what all I assumed were wrong..i'm going to be beaten up by her husband for sue.. but then all those signals were there to be seen.. u know.. and me being a great observer, I was sure there's someting in that woman n she's looking for that touch.. I mean - either one goes for it or not.. as simple as that.. if u dont risk, u r safe.. if u risk, u might get beaten up or have a great time on bus...so what r the odds.. I was beating the crap in my head.. for another 30 min, nothing happened...
And another 30 min passed.. I dint have any guts u c.. and then everyone were slipping into sleep.. and I was staring in the dark and then after 90 min into the journey the driver stopped the bus for people to get down n goto toilets .. its break time.. then I got down.. n took a cup of coffee... and I again got back onto the bus after the break...and while going back she again gave me a look for a split second or so.. or maybe 3 seconds - that look told me exactly this "why r u wasting time". I was dead sure about what she conveyed thru her eyes..
Maan.. she was beautiful.. trust me.. n I gave one look at her husband.. n that guy was like average looking n looked dumbo.. and well the bus started again.. and the lights were on for another 10 - 15 min and the same story continued.. she looking thru the reflective window n vice versa.. and then the lights were offf.... 2 hours passed into the journey u know n v r going to get down in another 4 hours time.. and I think coffee helped.. it made me stay awake n after fighting in my head for another 30 min..i made my move...
There was a gap between the seat and the window..... good enough to slip ur hand...and to be safe, I slowly slipped my hand as if to adjust the window pane. and in the process, I slowly touched her shoulder..just as a contact..not to do anything.. if she had resisted i'd have stopped n kept quiet.. that way it would be safe for me too.. I continued acting as if i'm trying to open close the window for some air. that way I was able to touch her side shoulder..
And guess what .. I could clear see.. she was adjustting her saree pallu.. and aw god.. my heart skipped a beat maaan... and since the lights were off.. it made things a little easy.. I moved my hand from the shoulder slowly towards her hand..and well.. my hand brushed her left breast a bit... she adjusted her pallu so that nobody can see my hand. she was covering it .. yep.. she was covering her saree pallu so that my hand is underneath her pallu.. that husband guy was sleeping .. infact snoring also I think.. and then I couldnt really cup her breast with my hand as I dint have enough space and I cant get all of my hand over her... and god.. she moved closer to my hand/window .... what more can a guy ask ?
Well.. I got a handful of her breast...and I gave it a gentle squeeze... something like a massage and oh god.. the breast started to grow in my hand.. it started growing in size .. I mean - when women get excited, the size of the breast keeps growing .. I could feel her nipple u know.. it was getting hard.... and slowly she removed a couple of hooks of her blouse...i had complete access now.. not from the top of her dress but from the inside.. wonderful left breast....i squeezed gently. and I kept doing it.. and she was getting hot n hot.. her breast was bounding.. and I played with her nipple n pinched it gently using my finger..she was kissing my hand...
Since it was back seats of the bus there was nobody to watch me either.. and when I put my hand on her lap..she immediately pushed it away... she dint allow me to put my hand on her lap .. I dont know for what reason.. maybe becoz its like too much or something.. or its like the most private place for a woman.... I dint know at that point..so I went back to massaging her breast again...and she was happy about that part.. she had a great breast.. trust me ... but then I wanted more..
So I went down a bit again.. and still down.. still down till I reached her navel..and then I slowly brushed her lap...this time she dint say anything.. she readjusted her saree again.. to see if she can cover my hand on her lap.. remember.. sarees help a lot in such situations and I started stroking her lap...and then I was just trying to get to her love pot and since she was resisting.. I went in a little hard on my hand. and I just put my hand right there over her clothes.and oh godd.. she was like...sqeezed her thighs.. with my hand stuck in the middle.. she just went cross legged....for a moment I was worried about my hand.. what if her husband gets up and see's my hand between his lady's
thighs? so she slowly moved as much as possible closer to the window.. I had great access now.. since it was a saree.. there nothng much u can do about it. I was rubbing her bush over the top of her clothes..and I dint know what I was touching .. her head is like leaning onto my hand and her other hand was tring to set my hand at the right place between her thighs..
It was tough initially and I wanted to have complete access to her spot .. and so I went back to her navel.... and I was trying to slip my hand thru her saree..she was very smart.. she took a deep breath.. so that I can find some space between her stomach n the valley and when she did that.. her stomach contracted and I found some little opening where I can slip my hand through her inner dress..
well.. my hand was right there on her bush.. and I slowly started stroking her bush.. I still dint get the exact location.. I was just figuring it out I guess.. and she slowly started opening up her legs... and was arching back a bit and was slowly guiding my hand which was inside.. from over her clothes she guided my hand right to her spot.. oh gawddd.. I was like on 7th heaven.. I slowly started stroking her pussy.....her legs were arching back.. they started opening up wide.. and I felt slippery and wet on my fingers....
I was looking for her clit.. I dint find it.. whetever I was doing. she was breathing heavily and I could feel the hot air of her nose on my hand.....and when I accidentally touched her clit.. she almost jumped up.. and at that point,,, I just realised that was the pot....with utmost care I started stroking her clit... I dint want to mess up and when any finger is on the clit, there is no looking back for any woman.. she has to cum . thats it.. and I started stroking slowly.. slowly..and she was pressing her hand as close as possible on my hand.. infact if there is no sound of bus, one can hear her moan also I think and slowly I increased the speed of my finger on her clit..and she was also helping in doing it fast for some reason..i stroked n stroked her clit..and I wanted to put a finger in her pussy..
I just went.. and I wanted to satisfy her...and I manipulated my middle finger..and used my index finger on her clit and slowly started to slip my middle finger into her pussy.. and goddd... she contracted....she just squeezed her pussy and thighs tight on my hand... for almost a min. she held tight my hand between her legs... I felt a hot liquid on my fingers... very thick and sticky.. she just came on my fingers.. u can say that I finger fucked her..
Almost immediately, she forced my hand out of her bush... and I wiped the mess on her saree itself ... well.. v both dint sleep that night.. her husband woke up once in the middle.. but then luckily at the time.. v both weren't doing anything.. I wish the reflecting windows work when there are no lights.. but the lights dint come on becoz there were no more breaks.. I did a few more things to her that night on the bus.... she used to get aroused right at the touch of my hand.. I could see her breast enlarging whenever I brushed her...maann.. she was gorgeous.. I dont know her name or number or anything.. but that night was memorable..
(well.. if she's reading it rightnow, i'm sure she's smiling with the same mischief in her eyes) comments are welcome especially from girls in trivandrum.
Mail me on to darkeyes_809@yahoo.co.in
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