Bus of Lust-2

This time it was an office going woman around 23-24 age, typical middle-class type slim well shaped body dressed in a tight black and red churidar-kameez properly highlighting her healthy balls and buttocks. I was seated when she came and stood next to me. Every time another passenger passed by her, her ass pushed into my face mesmerizing me with its soft warmth. Since she didn’t apologize or mind it, I felt she must be another fast girl. I tried my luck. The bus had got crowded enough for each one to just mind their own business.

Nobody would observe my moves. So I dropped a coin from my pocket. As I picked it and was rising up again, I brushed my hand and head along her leg. I moved my head back in its original position but left my hand remaining lightly on her upper thigh. She immediately gave me an annoyed offensive look but seeing that I’m a young sweet looking boy of 18 she changed her mind. She understood my adolescent needs. She shook her hips gently and smiled looking the other way to indicate that I should go ahead, but secretly. But she still looked very shy and reserved type. I understood that she must’ve needed a boy like me for her own satisfaction too.

So both of us were at advantage. I hid my hand under her kameez to reach for the pussy area. There I felt a padding. It could be the hair or could be the panty or could even be a sanitary napkin in case she was having her periods. I doubt the last option because if she really had her periods she may not have allowed me at all. However, I pinched that pad and tried to pull it downwards to find out what it was exactly. She was feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable so I stopped being so brash. Then I pampered her by gently rubbing my palms over the ass. She loved it. Later I wanted to reach to her balls. But that was not possible while she was standing.

So I requested her to take my seat and I stood in her place. Sitting next to me (now her) was an old blind man. All this while he was sitting quietly. I guess he sensed that now he had a hot female sitting by him. The temperature was rising in all three of us. I was lucky that he was blind so he couldn’t see what was happening. The passengers in front obviously won’t look behind. To cover the mischief from the passengers behind her or me, I covered the area with my massive build. People also may have thought she and I were together so they didn’t interfere.

Her kameez had a deep neckline exposing a heavy cleavage caused between the two ample breasts hidden by a black bra. I knew I would never get to see her balls bare and open. So I imagined myself in the blind man’s situation. I tried to see whatever possible with just my hand. Carefully inserting my hand through the neckline of her kameez I first felt the outline edges of the bra.

The texture of it, the stitches, patterns, elastic straps and lastly what seemed like a clip to open it from the front. I had absolutely no idea how these clips were opened. I tested my skills at it. It worked! The clip opened very easily letting the cups of the bra fall apart. I got a lovely sensation of the bulky juicy balls in my hand with the soft nipples which were beginning to harden in orgasm. She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

But suddenly she opened her eyes again and looked at me and then down at her thighs. I wondered what had happened. To our surprise this old blind man was trying his luck too! He had put his hand o her thigh. She looked at me as if she was trying to say “Oh no, not another one”. I realized that she was kind at heart because she did not deny the old man either. Or maybe she was actually enjoying the two-way pleasure. The old man daringly or rather shamelessly pushed his hand straight through the churidar’s waistband. Luckily his hand was hidden under the kameez so that others could not see his activity. By that time my stoppage came so I had to bid her goodbye. The old man may have continued exploring her jungle.